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Thread Name - Introductions...something it was with Lady Thorn
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[Isi Runasimi]

Are you sure it wasn't "Past and Present (Kat)" ?

[Trinity Keating]

yeah that was it lol LT told me that it was introductions something but yeah It was Past and Present {Kat}

[Isi Runasimi]

Alright.

With a wry smile, Fabian signalled at the barmaid for another G&T. It would be his tenth... or was it twelfth... this evening, but he was only feeling slightly tipsy.
He cast his dark eyes across the dark room as he sipped his new drink, feeling the bubbles caress his tongue. The night was young and he was alone among the crowds of the mortal host. It made him feel his age, deep in his bones. And of course, the only cure for that was right in front of him.
He knocked his drink back and ordered another from the startled barmaid, who was wondering at the strange capacity for drink he was demonstrating.
But his attention then wandered, for a moment, back across the crowd. He'd seen a figure that had somehow caught his eye. Female... where was it? Ah there again, between the press of bodies. Why did he spot her? Intrigued, and desperate for any amusement on this dull and tired night, he stood, peering over the nearby heads to get a better look.
He saw a blonde head, nothing more. What was it that drew his attention?
He took his next drink and knocked it back, no longer caring for the alcohol. He had something else into which he might focus his attention.
Pushing his way through the heated mass of humans, he made a steady way towards her. He left himself on instinct autopilot, not thinking about what to say or do until he got there.
He'd found that was the best way.
Shoving a dark-haired woman with an elbow, he reached her.
"Hello," he said, bemused, "do I know you from somewhere?"

She moved with the group of mortals who were dancing. She came here to just let go and have some fun. She didn't smell the other undead there because of all the humans. While she was here she met a brown haired female by the name of Janet, who told her about this club. In fact where was the brown haired female? She had been right here hadn't she? Franticly Kat looked around only to see more humans. She pushed her way through the crowd trying to find Janet. She found a few brown haired females but none of them Janet. A man grabbed her buy the arm and offered to by her a drink but she politely told him where to shove it. He let go and she began her search again. She pushed through the crowd and saw Janet with a man. "Janet!" She called but her voice was drowned out.

She moved to go to Janet but something held her back. She glanced to see that man who offered her a drink. "Come on how about one? I don't see the harm in having one with me." He grinned and fangs were very clear. She didn't feel like showing her own but it seems that this man was stronger than she anticipated. "Let me go or you will get hurt." She growled trying to get away but his grip held firm. Fear flashed through her as she realized she may be in some pretty deep shit so to speak.

He leaned back, bemused. You try to be friendly and this is where you end up. Yeesh.
But there was something about her. He must have met her before, or something like it. She just seemed so... not just familiar... almost like family, he supposed. But that was daft. All his family were long since dead or vanished. How could she, who was obviously young, be related to him?
In his slightly drunken state, he didn't pause to consider that she might have been his child. Foolish, really. He'd been with so many women, so many different lives, that he ought to have thought that, somewhere along the way, he'd left a child behind. But that was him all over. Thoughtless, footloose completely carefree, so long as he could be. A joker and a wanderer and a lonely stranger in the road of life.
None of this occurred to him as he pondered her, still bemused, arms crossed in front of him.
"Calm down, I was only offering to buy you a drink. Don't be so aggressive, young lady." He was still smiling, though, his face kind. It took a lot to annoy him. It took a lot to wipe that grin, the insouciance of irresponsibility, from his white face.

{{i wasn't god moding my last post I was confused about the person it was meant ot be a different guy.}}

She relaxed slightly as his grip on her arm felt oddly calming. She rose a pale eyebrow. This man seemed so familiar. Could it be? No he wouldn't be here or would he? She used her other arm to pull a locket out of her shirt. She flicked the heart shaped object open and looked at the two pistures inside. One was of her mother and the other was a lightly torn picture that looked a lot like this man. Holy crap! This man couldn't be her father. But the comfort buzz that coursed through her while he held her arm told her otherwise. She looked up at the man her platinum blond hair fallng off her shoulder. "Dad?" Was the only word that came out. She didn't want to believe that this man infront of her was the father who left her mother but everythinng seemed to say he was.

Her thoughts flashed back to her mother, Kaori Sumatsu. She worked so hard and from what Kat understood she never got married. It was just a one time thing that resulted in Kaori getting pregnant. That was how Kat heard it. She heard the man's name was Fabian. She cleared her throat. "Are you Fabian?" She asked her voice soft but she knew that he could hear her. "Because if you are I'm your daughter, Katsumiki Sumatsu." She stated again her voice soft again. She wanted to party but this needed to be delt with.

Startled, Fabian did a double take. 'Dad?' she had said... could she be? he looked again, scanning the face for traces of the familiar, for things that might signify or signal to him the face of once a lover, now a mother to this girl.
Ah, a name. Names were always useful. Sumatsu... yes... that brought back memories.
"Kaori..." he murmured, rolling the word around his mouth to check the feel of it. Yes... he remembered her now... he could see her face in the one before him.
He didn't doubt it now, that he was her father. Why should he? It was likely enough, given who and what he was. It would of course make her several hundred years old, but what was that to someone like him?
"Ye-es," he continued, in a louder voice, "I'm Fabian. Fabian Mayes, I suppose," his assumed name rolled easily off his tongue. He'd used it for so long now, it had become more real than his given name. "Though I'd prefer you didn't call me "Dad", if it's all the same to you. Somehow, the word just doesn't sit right to me..." He'd never been a fatherly type, after all. Love 'em and leave 'em, that was his way. But it was strangely comforting to know that there were children out there- living, breathing, beautiful creations that made him feel all the better about the human wreckage he left in his wake.
"You have a picture of me?" How else would she have recognised him?

Her eyes widened with shock. So this man was her father. He was the one who left her mother. He was the one who caused her mother so much pain. She pulled back her hand and slapped him clean across the face. "How dare you?!?! Some father you are leaving my mother alone to take care of me. She didn't have much money back then the least you could do was help her!" She yelled but no one around them noticed. The music drowned out their voices. Hate and anger boiled up inside her along with happiness and longing. She was happy she had found her father. She had always wanted to meet him. She was also mad at him because he left her mother. Her yellow cat eyes narrowed. "Of course I have a picture of you. My mother loved you very much and thought you felt the same about her. But when you left her she realized that you didn't like her. She still loved and did until the day she died. She kept this picture next to her bed. She wished you would come back at least once to see your daughter and how she was growing. You broke her heart, you ungrateful scumbag." She growled digging into her pocket where she pulled out an old and tattered envelope. "My mother told me to give this to you if I ever met you." She murmured holding it out to him.

The letter was a letter her mother had written right after he had left her. She was going to send it to him but couldn't find where he was staying. She told Kat, ironicly, the day before she died that Kat ever found him to give it to him. Well Kat found him so she was giving it to him. She just hoped that he had somewhat of a heart left to read the letter. Research wasn't the only she was doing in her lab. She was secretly trying to find out where her father was. Even thought she was made at him she couldn't because she had finally found her father. The man she looked up too even though he left her mother.

He took the slap without much reaction. Being who and what he was, it had happened more than once before. Mostly, though, it was because he had been caught out (again) for cheating. To be slapped by a daughter was a new experience.
It was a little shocking for him to discover that he did indeed have progeny upon this earth. Of course he had presumed that he had left some trail of human wreckage in his wake, but to actually meet one, grown up and angry, was a different matter.
But he took it stoically.
"I did not know you existed, and nor did I know that she was low on cash. I'm sorry, but I didn't hang around to find that sort of thing out." The music was too loud, he was having trouble speaking over the din of it.
"Can we go somewhere quieter to talk?" he asked, gesturing towards the bar, where a little ring of silence, a wonder of insulative sound proofing and architecture, prevailed.
He took the letter though, wondering if he ought to read it. No doubt it was about love, and feelings and relationships and other such things. He didn't always consider that, when he threw himself around and about. But if the woman, Kaori, was dead now... he felt it as his duty to the dead, a duty deep instilled upon his Roman soul, to read her last words and to let her spirit know, wherever it might be, that they had reached their destination. It was only right.
"I want to explain," he yelled again, over the din. And he did want to explain. He hadn't deliberately left a child, and he wanted her to know that.

Her eyes narrowed but she followed him to the bar. Moving through the crowd of people she finally got to the bar. She ordered a scotch on the rocks and the man asked her for her lisence. She gave him a hard look and he handed her the drink. "You want to explain then explain. I want to hear what reasons you have." She stated swirlng her drink with her finger. She sat on the stool and leaned against the counter. Her yellow eyes focusing on the man before her. Her father. This man was the man he waited her whole life to meet. She felt bad for slapping him but it was a reaction that she couldn't help. She took a small sip of her drink hiding her smile. Even though she didn't say it she was happy she found her father.

She would hear him out before she said anything or showed any emotions. She was fighting back tears. They were tears of happiness that were waiting for her mental block to fall down. She took another sip of her drink hidding her smile yet again. She didn't want him to know how happy she was though if he was old enough he could read her mind easily. She sighed and set her drink down.

He sighed, sitting back and looking at her. Not what he'd have expected to have been a creator of, given her apparent strength of character, but not one in which he was disappointed either. A certain smile played about his lips at that. But with a sip of his drink it washed away. Somehow he doubted his explanations would appease her so easily.
"Not reasons," he sighed, brushing his dark hair from his face, "simply explanations and excuses, which are never the same, I fear." His eyes danced as every with their natural joy, but his face was slightly sad and serious. He wasn't laughing at her.
"I'm not exactly the most honourable of men, whatever your mother may have believed me to be. I'm sorry if this wounds but I've had many women love me over my life, and men, if I'm honest, and all are casual fancies to my memory. I do not want to hurt them ever, but I must inevitably leave them all, and normally quite soon, so I never stayed long enough to learn of your existence, to keep in touch, because that's not what I do."
That was him, and he wasn't ashamed of it, not ever. A wandering lover and a lonely trickster, thief of hearts and marriage-wrecker. Sure and he had his good points, but he was not the sort for commitment or contentment, he needed change and pace and the exhilaration of frightened flight and of passion blazing hot and swift, not a long slow love across the centuries. He wasn't patient enough for that.
"I am truly sorry," and he was, he wasn't a cruel man, "but I came and went very swiftly from her life. Had I known of you, I would have come back." This too was true. He would have given what he could, would have been a father. He couldn't promise to have loved Kaori, that wasn't in his nature, but a child, that was a different thing. That he could have managed. "Can you forgive me for myself?" He wanted to know her, now he knew she existed, much though he doubted she'd care for his flighty nature and coward's ways.