I’m Dawndela Webb, a wife, mother, and writer. My husband works 40+ hours a week to support me and our five children, two of which are not ours, but family we’ve taken in to avoid them going to foster care. We don’t have a lot, but what we have is in jeopardy. Our van is 20 years old and t…
"Everyone can scheme, just have to believe in your abilities" following her laugh was easy, not only infectious, but teasing him already, it was new. "Well good thing I’m hygienic and have spectacular taste in style, because you won’t have a need for either." He held her gaze, surely, Marcel was never one to back down. Confident, concise, there were rarely times where that wall was let down, and the more compassionate man shone through. Not that many minded, the charismatic vampire was well received.
"Then New Orleans is just the place for you, gumbo, jambalaya, the sweets some people make. There isn’t a place in the world that has better food than down there, guarantee it. And if you ever need a tour I might be in the area, and available for all your tour guide needs."
"I rather like being the girl who would blurt her scheme out before she could do it." Tori laughed, her finger tracing the lip of her glass. "You do seem like you’re very hygienic." Her eyes raked over him. "And that shirt does things for you." She brought her eyes back to his, her cheeks pinking up from what she’d just said and how intense his gaze was. She liked a man who would give good eye contact.
"I’m sure it is. I’ll get there, probably soon. I’ve got a three way tie going now; New Orleans, New York City, or Chicago. New Orleans is winning because no snow." She laughed a bit. "You shouldn’t offer yourself up like that. What if I surprised you and took you up on it?"
"I’m not the type to disappoint" he said with yet another small smirk, a look he mastered over the years. "Well that can be a good thing, there’s not enough honesty in this day in age. I’m sure it makes for a very interesting conversation." His voice was smooth as his lashes lowered, warmth radiating from the woman next to him, he was particularly thirsty, but it was always appreciated. "Well thank you, although I can’t say I disagree, haven’t received any complaints yet about it."
"Mhm" he said when she explained all the places, this town was pleasant, but it wasn’t New Orleans, and for that he was a tad annoyed. But he had business, revenge, and would do anything to get back at Klaus. "New Orleans, ever been beautiful?"
"I just think I’m wired wrong for being the scheming sort. Wasn’t always the case." She laughed. "Don’t be mad if we get to know each other and I tell you your breath smells or you’ve got on an outfit that makes me cringe." It had lost her friends recently. Tori bit her lip as she watched him, wondering briefly if he wore mascara, his lashes were that long.
"Oh, wow. On my spots to visit. I plan to go on a tour of America, and then all over the world, just to meet chefs, cook in all sorts of environments. I’m a chef. Or want to be. Just went to culinary school."
"Relax, would you!"
“It’s not bubblegum. You don’t chew it.”
“Sometimes I want to be alone, but right now I need you.”
“Open the damn door!”
“Yeah, I did it. What do you want? An apology?”
“So that’s it. This is the end?”
“Where were you when I needed you?”
“You did that on purpose!”
“How could you hurt me like this?”
“Get off of the road!”
“Take me to bed now or lose me forever.”
Tori bit her lip and nodded. “I just thought you might like some cookies. New neighbors and such.”
Nodding her thanks to the girl, she stepped forward and into the grill, her gaze sweeping around out of habit. “Rather slow, isn’t it?”
"Everyone rushed out to be other places, I guess. It’s about movie time and there’s a concert in the park tonight." She slipped behind the bar. "Drink?"
"Tell me about it." It wasn’t even that they looked too real. It was more that he was afraid that in some shape or form that they were real. That ghost and demon stuff? He believed it was true so he really didn’t find the entertainment it. ”Huh. I’ve a couple episodes here and there but never really sat down to watch it.” Honestly, he rarely turned his TV on anymore to begin with.
Camden laughed. ”Don’t worry. I’m not much of the stew type anyway.” He pointed in the direction of his house. ”My place isn’t too far, so I walked. Hope that’s not a problem.”
"Yea. They get a bit too much. Just don’t ever, ever watch The Conjuring. It may have scarred me for life." Tori shuddered at the memory. "Saw that at the theater with folks from work. Scariest movie I’ve seen in a long time."
"That’s a relief. I bet I’d be stringy and no good anyway." She glanced back where he pointed and nodded. "Not a problem at all. It’s a nice enough evening for a walk."