Getting to know You... (ISO Eve-a, The Parrots)

[GoRDon]

Silence.

Gloved hands steepled with his index fingers pressing indents into his lips, elbows rested upon the arms of an office chair which shouldn’t have looked so intimidating. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly, while the icy greys beneath them focused intently ahead; he was the perfect picture of concentration, a sphinx contemplating the next riddle as the puzzles pieces were presented before him…

Photographs lay in a neat row on the top of a lacquered desk, each one a perfect snapshot of what could be a potential game or his biggest downfall.

The gentle tapping of his fingertips sounded loud in the quiet of the room, but not to the ears of someone who could detect the wing beats of a fly… There was something le finger

And that shouldn’t have been the case.

“You are beginning to show signs of slacking in your training.”
Gordon gave an exasperated sigh and leaned his head back against the firm leather.
“Your heart beats are going at a mile a minute.”

Crossing his legs under the table, Gordon could feel the slight pop of every muscle within that single limb, surprising him a little at how long he’d managed to stay in that particular position since he’d first settled into his office. If anyone had decided to walk into the den of Gordon Vasilchikov right about now, they’d be wondering why this man was talking to himself, alone…

Or was he?

[Evelyn]

Milaya ...

She could already hear the tone in his voice, that rich accent rolling so smoothly off his tongue. So feint, yet so clear; barely a whisper in her ear from the immortal man directly behind her, with those blue eyes gazing down on her; eyes she both feared and adored. Needlessly, her head turned to face him, but she would obviously find no man lingering from behind ... just the dark street and shadowed walls of distant buildings. There was no one there to see, to hear, and the only scent of him that was noticeable was the very feint aroma that still lingered on her own body. Hmm, has she really spent so many of her recent nights with the little Russian boy?

Some would say arguably too many after this little incident.

A guilty conscious that never existed before that night at the ball, she would never mention this moment to him.. never admit to the fact that his eyes were always watching her, even when he wasn't looking. Discomforting at times like this, when she knew that those eyes gazed at her narrowly, a look that could be matched with thick-accented words that said something like, "Now, Milaya, was that really necessary?"

Excuses already swirled around in her thoughts. Yes, that was necessary because ...
Well ...
The situation could've been handled differently, but ...

Lips curled and teeth clenched as a scowl spread across her pale, flawless face. A look of disgust, directed toward no one else but herself. This was completely new to her, second guessing her vicious actions, balancing them on a scale of right and wrong. Yes, she could've behaved much better and the situation would've been resolved in a much more peaceful manner, but where was the fun in that? There was so much of that lovely adrenaline rushing through her veins right after a nice meal. Talking things out would've just wasted that energy, which so desperately needed to be released through high-energy physical actions.

Perhaps we just won't mention the incident...
Surely, if he didn't pay attention to subtle details, he would never guess what Evelyn's been up to. Her attire seemed to survive the battle just fine with no holes or stains, and most of her hair was finger-combed back into it's nice, smooth state, minus a few frazzled strands here and there. If he didn't pay attention to her fingernails, which still had dried up drops of blood, and didn't smell the mutt on her, then maybe she wouldn't have to explain herself....

Sure, her Gordon wouldn't notice these small details . . .

Those watchful eyes looked at her curiously.

Okay, Plan B.
She'll just say as little information as possible, then distract him by taking a shower or a bath, which ever one is easier to persuade him to join her.
Good plan.

Unlocking a door with this tiny metal object was even more annoying than the act of knocking. Both actions gave away too much sound that announced her arrival, making it absolutely impossible to be the sly, sneaky vampire she was and surprise him.

No need to call out his name or say, "Honey, I'm home!" Assuming that he heard the door and knew she was here already, Evelyn could just sniff to find out what room he was in. Mmmm, a quiet, deep inhale brought a small smile to her lips. The feint scent from before was much stronger, now, and tiny waves of familiarity and comfort shivered throughout her body, brushing past each nerve. He always smelled so funny for a vampire, so overly clean.... Her eyes slightly narrowed in thought. Something was a little off about his smell, there a feint difference it, but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what was different. Hmm, perhaps he had just eaten dinner too or met up with a few humans somewhere.

Following the most recent scent of her little play-pal lead her down a hallway, and she didn't need to sniff anymore to know that he was in his den, now. Such a busy little boy ... Her hand stopped short, just above the door handle.

You are beginning to show signs of slacking in your training.
A sigh..

Training? Was that what they were calling their lessons, now? Shit, she knew he would smell the mutt on her. Her beloved Gordon has taught her a lot of things, but Manners 101 was just one of those classes that she could never see herself passing. But in her defense, he hasn't passed her one and only class with only one assignment in it. So, failing at this was perfectly fine in her mind.

Your heart beats are going at a mile a minute.

A very unneeded breath of air released itself in relief. It was quite obvious that her un-beating heart wasn't racing, and very obvious that she didn't have more than one heart. So, his comments were definitely directed toward someone else... perhaps the very feint, funny smelling creature she sniffed from before. A finger rested upon her dark, soft lips as she took another slight sniff. She didn't smell anyone else on the other side of the door, just her Gordon and the unnatural, still very feint, scent added on him... Listening .. he was obviously hearing something that she wasn't. If anyone's heart was racing, it wasn't anymore, or at least not to her ears. Perhaps he was speaking in riddles again....

"My apologies, but I can't help it."

She decided to just walk in and see who he was talking to. Glancing around the room, though, it appeared as though he was just talking to himself. Silly little Gordon...

The usual teasing smirk grew on her face as she walked fully into the room.

"You make me so nervous, Gordon darling. My heart can't help but race at the very thought of you."[/color][/blockquote]

[thePARROTS]

"Her heart?"
"It beats fasssst... Dead butterfly wingssss..."
"Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids...Not blood drinkers..."

High pitched giggles, one crystal like a bell and the other hoarse like dry bone in a desert. There is no mirth in the twin sets of laughter, just a bone chilling sensation that rakes down the skin like icicles. Fingernails down a chalkboard.

From behind Gordon's imposing throne-like chair, two sets of hands emerged, creeping across the leather like predatory spiders, settling on the vampire's shoulders. To follow the hands, two smiling faces.
One female.
One male.

Both just as sinister.

A pair of wild feral eyes watch her like that of avid birds, heads tilted, curious as they watched the vampiress approach.

The girl's smile curls into a smirk, as she leans in to whisper the right side of Gordon's ear. The male does likewise in his left, his scarred smile wide and insane. The metal rings clinking lightly as the skin stretched beyond it's normal capability.

"We saw..."
"We know..."

A pause as they looked up at the vampiress, speaking in tandem.
"...And we understand."

They were well aware that she could hear them, in a way they were merely playing with her as kittens did with a novelty. After spending so much time just watching her from the shadows, they felt they deserved their bit of fun. Had they not wanted her to overheard their conversation ,the siblings had their own language in which to communicate with.
Vigorous training saw to it that their lessons would never be forgotten.

[GoRDon]

He could feel his jaw click.
This wasn't exactly how he wanted them to meet. He knew that eventually he'd have to let Evelyn know of his two dark little secrets, but he'd been hoping to prepare her first, after all the Parrots were not the most easily accepted at first glance. Hard to take in like a pair of jagged little pills and just as uncomfortable to swallow.

There was no need to hide her from them. They knew all, and probably even knew that he enjoyed his Milaya's company a lot more than he'd like to admit, even to himself. Their empathic abilities, their training, made them perfect... a little too perfect sometimes. But it was how they were created and Gordon had been present from the moment they were born. Had been the one to hand them over to the Ikemaru Y laboratories and see that the right documents were signed.

They were just as much his as they were the mob's.

Sighing softly he linked his fingers together, eyes sliding shut as they whispered in his ears as Muninn and Huginn did to their lord Odin. The dark head bows slightly, relieved that they will not harm the woman who stood before him in all her glory. For now. She who could ruin him, could bend her to his whim if she just so much as crooked a finger... And the most he could do was to pretend that he didn't want it.

"Behave yourselves."
That was all he could say. Despite their obedience and unfallible loyalty, he knew that they had a tendency to be unpredictable, like cats.

Poor, poor Lucy... What had I done to you?

When his eyes opened they fell upon his latest sin, blue hues softening ever so slightly. But he could show no fear, no hesitation, not in front of the Parrots. Never in front of the Parrots.
He'd have to tread carefully.

"Milaya, what brings you here?"

[Evelyn]

Pale ears twitched, slightly perking as unfamiliar sounds trickled through them in ways that the word uncomfortable could only describe as an understatement. High pitched, child-like giggles and cackles nearly made her skin crawl as nerve signals rushed down toward her hands, asking her slightly clenched fingers to please get rid of these creatures that dare abuse their vocal chords in her presence; please rip out their tongues.

Irritation and annoyance never did mix well with her impatience.

But the main reason for her uneasiness and tension was not because of their remarks or annoying sounds. Her fingers weren't barely curled from what made the sounds. Where the source of those shrilling laughter came from, and the sight of twenty creepy little fingers traveling across a leather chair, resting on her little Russian boy's shoulders .... It was where those two little heads, with too-watchful eyes attached, popped out from that made Evelyn question whether or not to lunge after either one of them, preferably the male first.

Yes, they were near Gordon, but two humans near a vampire was hardly a reason for concern, although she was slightly worried about the one on the left. The fact that they were in the room same room at all, and she didn't notice that until now, was disturbing. Even as she listened more intently now, knowing exactly what her ears should hear, Evelyn had to admit to herself that if these little humans would've remained silent, she still wouldn't have noticed them to be in this room at all.

And they were humans. She knew of that after she mentally analyzed their oddly feint scent one more time. Either her senses were getting weaker, which is obviously not possible, or these humans have obviously found ways to be near a vampire undetected.
This was very discomforting, to say the least, but it was as strange as it was interesting.

Ice-blue eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly instead of widening, but with the same curiosity, she scanned over the two faces, observing expressions and judging appearances. The one on the right wasn't a concern, being a female who was actually quite attractive in a peculiar way. And then there was the male on the left, who's face, Evelyn only assumed, that even a mother couldn't love. Some strange piercings have been seen in her time, but those that appeared to literally hold his face together were remarkable... and disgusting.

She wasn't quite sure of what to do with this situation. A pair of wide eyes on tilted heads watched her from either side of Gordon, and then there was Gordon himself, who didn't jump when they spoke or cringe when they laughed, and more importantly, he didn't move at all when their bare little fingers rested on his shoulders.

Not even a whimper.. Hmm ...

Deceivingly underneath her smooth, soft skin, her body was tense. Like a runner in stance, Evelyn was just patiently, and not so patiently, waiting for someone to signal for her to go, which was a first. Her body was having a hard time with Evelyn telling herself, "No" for once, instead of immediately following through with her physical desires. She wouldn't dare make a move though, not in front of Gordon, anyways, until she was sure that it would be acceptable to do so.

So for now, Evelyn would just wander closer to his desk like normal, and base her opinion of this situation off of the three energies in front of her, neither of which seemed nearly as puzzled and awkward as she as the two heads turned their attention toward her sighing vampire, blue eyes now hidden behind lids as they spoke to him... She couldn't help but wonder why he hasn't eaten the two of them yet. What other reason would these humans be here? Certainly, they weren't here for good company.

We saw ...
We know ...

She was once again the target of their wide, curious eyes.

...and we understand.

Well, at least someone understands something, although Evelyn was a little unclear on what exactly was understood at this point.

Gordon nods, and the sound of something finally known and wanted brushed some of the uneasiness off.

Behave yourselves...

Not too much of the uneasiness brushed off, though. If a vampire like a Gordon has to tell a couple of humans to behave themselves ......

Who were these humans?

An eyebrow quirked at his question as his blue eyes met hers.

"Well, I'm definitely not here for the food..."

Her eyes lowered for a moment, curiously noticing a few items in front of him. They stayed there for a moment as Evelyn began to move, slowly, and fingers trailed along the wooden desk. Pictures .... Photographs.

This was quite the little puzzle that her Gordon laid out for her, tonight.

"I just thought I'd drop by and say hello."

Footsteps stopped at the left side of his desk, and blue eyes raised themselves from his desk, not looking at her beloved Gordon, but instead the hideous male creature at his side. Her head tipped ever-so-slightly

"Hello."[/blockquote][/color]