Laurent Rousseau (![]() ![]() @ 2011-08-21 17:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-20 |
Who will wake them?
Who: Jared and Laurent
Where: Outside Rae's home
When: Night
Laurent liked Scarlet Oak the best at night when it was quiet. Although some days he preferred it when the sun was out and there were people everywhere. Then he could imagine what their lives were like or see if he could recognize any of the faces from the dreams that he had drifted in and out of when he had nothing else to do. Some of these people had the most fascinating dreams. He wondered if it was because of the demons, the angels, the fae, the fact that there was a vampire bar located in town boundaries or just because Scarlet Oak drew the interesting people. Laurent had lived in a lot of places over the centuries and he had very rarely found a place so full of rich dreamers as this little place in Michigan. Of course, where there were vivid dreams that everyone enjoyed there were also nightmares that could give any horror movie a run for their money and Laurent had seen more of them than he really cared to think about. People being torn apart by things made of teeth, angels who turned into dark and blood-thirsty demons the moment one turned their back, vampires who killed children... the list went on and on and Laurent supposed that he should have been more bothered by it. But he had seen the gamut of nightmares run through and through and he could not be frightened by things that were not real. He did, as always, have a few dreamers that he kept an eye out for when he let himself drift. Cheila with her terrible nightmares, Chloe with her most interesting dreams, a man whose name he still did not know who designed the most amazing places in his sleep that it was hard to believe he was a grocery store clerk when awake and, of course, Rae. No matter what he did or where he went he would always find himself drawn to her dreams or nightmares and she knew it. That could be a disadvantage for him, but sometimes she would be unsure whether he was real or a part of the dream and that was better. In Laurent's opinion.
There was one thing about wandering the streets at night that made it just a little bit less wonderful even if it was the natural time of day for a vampire to be out and about; Laurent's mind wandered far easier than it had any right to and when he came back to himself he realized that he was following something. Oh not a person, which may have been surprising since he fell into that so often, but a scent. A scent that he did not think he would have been able to forget if the world ended and he was magically the only one left alive. Still he would remember it and, apparently, follow it even when he was thinking of dreams. And of her. Laurent shrugged in response to himself. He supposed that yes, he had been thinking of her in a way since her dreams were a place that he liked to go. It had just not been an active thought and if she grew angry with him because she discovered him there, or discovered his scent, then he would just grin and say it was not his fault. Most definitely not his fault that he had just found himself standing outside of a house. A house that Rae's scent led directly into. And not just the most recent, but it was there from all different directions, old and new alike. This must be the place that she lived. And there was the scent of another vampire, similar in only the way that a member of the same family could be, and it was male. Laurent's mind recalled Rae mentioning him. Her childe. His undead heart did not twist at that. It did not. His imagination was just trying to play tricks with him.
Hands in his pockets, Laurent stepped a little closer. He was not going to knock on the door, he was just going to... stare at the building for awhile. Rae was probably inside and hopefully not near any of the windows. The last thing he wanted was to set off her temper by being there and get a book or something whipped at his head.