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Post by Morgan Darkholme on Jun 5, 2009 1:12:36 GMT -5
As Morgan approached the door a sigh of disposition escaped her full blood red lips. Kaleb would surely hear an earful for running off once again and leaving her to track him down. It seemed every time she needed to see him he moved on to another town, state, or country.
Her long porcelain fingers wrapped around the doorknob, like a serpent does it's prey, and turned it, pushing the door open. She never was one who thought much of knocking. After stepping through the door those icy orbs shifted up to Kaleb, her deadly gaze meeting evenly with his eyes.
The door was slammed shut with black boot and without a word spoken, she moved across the room, taking a seat across from his desk.
"If I wasn't mistake... I'd think you enjoy waiting to see how long it will take me to find you." A hint of sarcasm danced in her soft tone, an English accent also playing in her voice.
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Post by Kaleb Hudson on Jun 5, 2009 1:18:50 GMT -5
Kaleb looked up at the sound of the front door opening. Surly it would be Zane and had he not been so preoccupied with the file in front of him, he would have noticed the familiar pace of her shoes.
Hearing an all too familiar voice, Kaleb slowly grinned and looked up to Morgan. He let his soft golden eyes take in her appearance for a moment before standing.
"Well well well, It didn't take half as long as expected. You're getting good Ms. Darkholm. Tell me, what can I do for you today?"
He motioned to the empty seat in front of his desk as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He knew there would be more that she would have to say to him. After all, he didn't give much notice in Savannah.
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Post by Morgan Darkholme on Jun 5, 2009 1:53:17 GMT -5
Her upper lip curled slightly with distaste, she hated that he toyed with her so much. He seemed to be one of the few who'd even dare to, but in some ways she respected him for it. Sitting back she rested her elbow on the arm of the chair and placed a long slender finger against her charcoal eyebrow. A sarcastic smirk stealing her graceful features.
"Yeah, your real cute Kaleb..." He knew better than to be formal with her, for her formality was thrown out the door the first time she tore a man's throat out with her teeth.
"You know what you can do for me?... You can tell my why I've spent so much time seeking you when I could have sooner found Jesus?" She shifted onto her hip more, and crossed a fish netted leg over the other. Morgan tended to lean more toward the darker, Gothic style these days. It seemed to make her pale flesh less noticeable since most who carried the style painted their faces white.
She wore a short black dress that clung sinfully to her toned frame. Some might argue it looked more like the length of a long shirt, but it made it easier to reel in the male population.
" You know I really should be sore with you, but since you do such a fine job with my documentation, I think I can let it slide just this once." She teased, giving him a little taste of his own medicine.
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Post by Kaleb Hudson on Jun 5, 2009 21:06:42 GMT -5
Kaleb looked her over with a slow smile.
"Oh so Dramatic Morgan, you know you enjoy the chase."
He chuckled softly as he put the file away, clearing his desk. Reaching without even looking, he pulled out Morgan's file and laid it out without having to be asked.
"Besides, Jesus is everywhere, very easy to find. I wouldn't dare compare."
He could not help the smile at the thought that she again sought him out.
"I'm pleased to see you love...gave any more thought to my Vegan proposal?"
He grinned sly to her, knowing by the look in her eye that she ahd not yet given up the taste of human blood.
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Post by Morgan Darkholme on Jun 6, 2009 22:10:44 GMT -5
A wicked grin spread across her porcelain features. Kaleb always did have a certain devilish charm about him. It drove her wild in some ways. Perhaps that's why she always came looking for him.
"Yes, I suppose Jesus has nothing on you. Your the greatest magical act the world's never seen." Morgan removed her finger from her brow and rested against the back of the chair, neatly folding her hands over her knee.
" As much as I love the thought of being stuck between you and Zane for all eternaity... there's something about rat and dear blood that makes me want to go out and find a greasy fat guy to feast on." She smiled playfully, she'd forgotten how much fun it was to toy with Kaleb.
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Post by Kaleb Hudson on Jun 6, 2009 22:30:34 GMT -5
He laughed softly, his eyes dancing with the act of it.
"You misunderstood me, I in no way was comparing myself to Jesus! I may be confident Morgan but I could never be the man Jesus is!" He was serious in his rebuttle. A blonde brow rose as he scolded her.
He chuckled again when she mentioned rats and deer.
"Oh Morgan, surely you know me better. I would never sip from a rodent...but of course you can imagine that a nice feisty grizzley bear would be much better for you than a...what was it...Greasy fat man?"
The smile faded slowly as he became more serious. "I do hope you undestand lovely that we have an image to maintain here in Forks....and Forks it seems is fond of all of it's citizens....even the greasy fat ones."
He would put it as gently as possible...no hunting in Forks.
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Post by Morgan Darkholme on Jun 7, 2009 21:00:04 GMT -5
"Kaleb..." She pouted as if to be sad.
"You know I can control my urges when need be. You vegetarians get so wound up whenever I show up." A sinister grin spread over her lips. She knew why they were so uptight whenever she strolled into their territory.
"Besides... I'm still stuffed from the hitchhiker I snacked on just outside of town." She hissed as she uncrossed her legs and stood up, walking over to him, she stretched out a long pale hand and straightened the knot of his tie, patting his chest after she finished.
" No worries Kaleb." she whispered melodically.
" For the duration of my stay I'll play the good little girl." She looked him over with those icy orbs, a sinful smirk remaining on her full lips...
"Who knows... maybe I'll stay for a while."
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Post by Kaleb Hudson on Jun 7, 2009 21:35:13 GMT -5
He could not help the slow grin that spread as he watched her approach and then straighten his tie.
He always enjoyed the game with her, the perfect little match between them.
The smile did falter slightly at the mention of the hitchhiker turned lunch, he wasn't sure if she was kidding or not. Chances were she was dead serious. Hope it wasn't someone who would be missed.
When she suggested that she might stay a bit, the smile returned genuinely.
"Well, that would be lovely...and you are welcome to stay here if you like..though, this is a small town...you know you and I will be the talk of it." As if that had never happened before.
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