Caroline's Suite

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Caroline's bedroom.


Caroline's bathroom.

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Small bumps appeared over the young women's skin when Zack had spoken, telling Carol that he too had enjoyed the short dance. But then butterflies where amplified when the two's gaze had met. Caroline looked away after he had though, a small smile dancing across her light pink lips. Though it was brightened by his nodding answer to walking her home, perhaps this way she could really get to know him, see if there was anything in common or if he was interested in her.

When he had gotten to his feet, and guided Carol across the club to the door, where he had opened it for her. "What a gentleman." She grins, a single light giggle escaped her lips when she was spun out the door. Finding herself noticing the two's fingers interlocked as they walked. Then a reminder popped into her head, the possibility that Zack is a vampire as well. Him being so proper, so kind, and smelling sweet not tasty. They where all hints to him being a vampire, at least, in her mind.

Unsure if it was the alcohol kicking in or not, but suddenly Caroline felt more playful and swung Zack's arm softly. Her light smile frozen on her face as she tries to figure out her first question. "So tell me about yourself, do you live around here?" She asks, looking over to him for a moment before looking back over to the path, the thought of skipping down the path looking more and more tempting with her strange feelings.

(Walking there, forgot to post it here a few times..)

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What a gentleman. She had said and grinned at him. Zack gave her another light smirk. The young girls giggle was absolutely adorable and he was once again, unable to wipe the smile off his face. Caroline seemed much more excited when the fresh air hit her and he wasn't sure if it was just her actual personality coming out. But then again, he wasn't going to complain. He felt quite exotic himself right now. Being with this bubbly girl and feeling somewhat free from all that had been going on lately.

By the smell of the girl, he had always assumed she was one of him. Of course, he wouldn't dare ask. How awkward would it be if he was wrong and she was a simple human. She would freak out, think he was crazy, and probably race off without a goodbye. And that was something Zack really didn't need right now. The male bit at his lip, thinking for some kind of sign, but he was new to all this vampire stuff. He didn't even know the basics of himself anymore! He was zapped out of his thoughts when Caroline spoke once more, her voice seeming like a never ending song in the young mans head.

About me? It rang in his head for a moment. If she wanted to know more about him, maybe that was another way of secluding what ever was between them. That and that face that she had asked him to walk her home. It only made the smile shine back onto his face. He loved the way a new bump had found its way into her step and she just seemed so..excited, energetic. There was a lot going on here. When she began to swing their arms, Zack couldn't help a small chuckle.

Thinking about he basics, he ran them through his head a few times so that it didn't sound so stupid when he finally let the words out. "Obviously, as you know, my names Zack." He smirked, leaning in to kiss the shorter girls cheek gently with smooth pink lips. It was mostly a distraction to let him think more, but it was also an urge he had been having the entire night. "I just turned 21. Err, I live in a small apartment like building, and I'm a tattoo artist in a shop not far from here." His smile widened, he had always loved the job, but he wasn't going to explain the accident that brought him into denial about going. "What about you m'lady?" His mind once again played a small smirk, swinging hands along with her.

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His fantastic smile was so warm and glowed with a handsome beauty. The thought that she was making him show this smile was heart warming, though that would actually never happen, seeing how her heart was stopped. Frozen forever. The idea saddened her a little, but the weird energy Zack gave her soon pushed it away. When the male had bitten his lip, Caroline thought it to be the hottest expression she had seen yet. Unsure why exactly she thought it hot, it just did.

His reaction to her swinging their arms was simply a chuckle, but the idea she had caused it created a wider smile that showed her pearly whites. This rarely seen smile sticks around while Zack states the obvious, his name. But then surprise lurks on her face when he leans over to give her cheek a small, gentle kiss. Threat of her cheeks turning a light pink was near and she could feeling the butterflies returning in her stomach. But she had dulled the senses when information about Zack was being shared. 21, small apartment, tattoo artist, has a shop not far. She burned the information into her brain as she continued to listen to his question. M'lady?The word rarely used to describe Carol sent another hint of his old fashioned personality she commonly sorts with vampires.

The questioned lingered in her thoughts for a bit, as she tried to see what information could hint at her being a vampire, but not to much. "I'm 20..ish, I live in a sort of estate that is like an apartment building, and I'm a photographer for a travel agency. It doesn't pay much but I love it anyways." She begins to list, becoming lost in the words as she tries to describe her passion. "I like taking pictures of old things, buildings, places, nature. Really anything not from this century." She lets out a light giggle at the end, realizing she must be giving to much information and decides just to relax her skipping feet and walk calmly next to him, practically hugging the arm that held her hand. Brushing her hair behind her ear, Carol can imagine the various pictures that she could use an attractive man like Zack in. His tattoo's adding detail to each picture and giving a more shady or manly feeling to his handsome features.

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The smile that showed her white teeth tempted the male to just lean in and kiss her right there. But of course he didn't. He was very timid and he wasn't sure if it was actual feeling, or just the alcohol talking. He didn't want to hurt the girl. Physically or emotionally. It was all he seemed to be good at these days. They were getting closer to her house now and he almost wanted to stop, to lie and say that he had forgotten something at the bar. Any simple distraction to keep her from going in that front door and leaving him alone on the street.

Soon enough, he found himself at her doorstep, his fingers still remained in hers. It was going to be a long night. Remembering all of tonight and praying to whomever that she would call him at some point. But most of the time, it ended the same. Zack gave the girl his number, went home, thought a lot about it, then never heard from her again. He didn't want it to end that way with Caroline, he wanted some chance to be in her life. The male ran his fingers through his hair for a moment, unsure of what to do, or what to say.

His eyes shone in an almost confused way. Gently, he released the girls hand, pulling a ripped receipt out of his pocket and a pen. Moving to the door, he wrote down his cell and house number down on it, along with his address. That way she had every way to contact him if she needed something, was in danger, or just wanting to see his face. He mentally chuckled at the last reason, not expecting that to ever happen. For a male, he was quite insecure. Usually, tattoo artists were very arrogant, but here Zack was, the complete misfit once again.

He handed her the piece of paper, a light smile forming on his face once more. "If you ever need anything, in danger, or just want to hang out, my number and address are right there. I won't take yours, I'll leave it all up to you. Have a good night, Caroline. Sweet dreams." Zack leaned over and gave her a tight hug, resting his face in her yellow colored hair for a moment. Mostly he wanted to breathe in her sweet scent and put it away somewhere, he hated saying goodbye. Even if it just was for a little while.


The young man waited a few moments in the hug before he released her. He took a moment to look around the surroundings, once again, his protective side coming out to make sure Caroline was safe here. Obviously she was, it was her own house, but Zack was very protective and always had to make sure. Once more, he held back the urge to kiss her and made sure she had gone inside and was settled before he left, making his way back to his own house.

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Caroline had dreaded the moment the whole night, but here it had finally come. As the two headed up her steps to her house, Caroline's smile had disappeared, sadness filling her frozen body. Looking over to Zack as the two turned to face each other, goodbyes seeming impossible at the moment as she tried to work out some sort of reasoning for the two to meet again.. tomorrow? The next day? Some time soon at least. But before Caroline could get a word out, Zack had taken out some kind of receipt and a pen. She had half expected him to have her write down her number or something, but instead he wrote down his own.

A half smile had crossed her sadden lips when he handed over the paper, and explained that she was to call him if she ever need anything, was in danger, or just wanted to hang out. The thought was sweet and very relieving because Caroline was starting to think he didn't want to see her again. But she was concerned why he wouldn't take her number, until he explained that it was up to her if they where to meet again. Trust was shown in her eyes when he did so, leaving it up to her if they wanted to meet, even if he feared she didn't. which was completely not true.

When he had leaned over to give Caroline a hug, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held back the single tear that threatened to appear on her cheek. She may not believe in love at first sight, but this, with Zack, seemed to be the realist love she has experienced in a long time. Though Carol didn't want the moment to end, seeing how it would send him away, she was glad to be in his slightly tightened arms. Protected and cared for at last. When the male had let go of her, she had to reluctantly let go, even if she did it slowly. She then searched through her jacket for her key, small and silver, to unlock the door. When she did, she looked to Zack one last time before twisting the golden knob and pushing it forward, opening the door to her suite. She quickly stepped inside and shut the door softly, giving herself no time to give in to her urges to grab him and pull him inside.

Slumping against the door, Caroline looked at the receipt and memorized the numbers and the address that was written so beautifully on it. She could imagine her heart pounding in her chest and her head spinning wildly, as a human girl would. But remembering she would no longer share that overwhelming feeling, the young blonde instead took off her heels and walked across her bedroom to the bathroom where she would slip out of her dress and take a nice hot shower. Remembering Zack's particular scent as the sweaty club scent's dripped down the drain.

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Once she had begun to prune, her finger tips a wrinkle mess, Caroline decided she should get out of the warm and relaxing shower and into some dry clothes. Slipping out of the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and brushed out her long, damp hair, while she sat down on her creamy blanket that rested on her neatly made bed. The night had been one she would forever remember, but Caroline continued to wonder the possibility that Zack had been a vampire like her. The idea that he could be in her life, could stay with her forever, sounded so promising that she could smile forever at it. But as she brushed out the last knot in her hair, she had to push away all though of Zack until tomorrow, or maybe the next day. When was it okay for some one to call? Caroline had never actually had the need to call a guy back until tonight. But she just couldn't wait to see him again.

Changing out her white towel for a light purple tank top, some underwear, and short pajama shorts, Caroline had started to wipe off some of the remaining make up that survived the shower. As she stared into the large mirror that covered a bathroom wall, Caroline could feel the hunger that was rising from her stomach. Once she had removed most of her eye make up, the young blonde wasted no time in walking across the white marble flooring, her bare feet creating a light thump, to her small fridge that rested up against the wall. Opening the door, she revealed her private stash of blood bags she required from a quick trip to the hospital. Reaching for one, she began to suck to desired liquid out of the plastic bad as she walked back over to the inviting bed.

As she slipped under the covers, her blood bag almost empty, Caroline could feel herself beginning to get tired and sleep looking better and better. Wiping her lips of the red liquid, she sighed happily as her craving was slightly satisfied, enough for the night at least. So, with one last look around her room, Caroline slumped down under the white covers and she allowed her deep blue eyes to slowly close. Letting herself fall into a lovely light sleep, where dreams of the future float across her mind and the familiar face of one she may be falling for in every single one.

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The male had just recently woken up. His hair was still a mess, but the newly taken shower had left him with a fresh and slightly charming smell. He still couldn't bat the beautiful blonde girl out of his head and though he probably should have called, he thought maybe she too would be down for a surprise visit. It had been about three days since their visit at the bar and with no call, he figured he would just stop by and say hello. If she wanted him to leave, surely he wouldn't stay, he just wanted to see her face at least one more time.

Zack was dressed in a simple V-necked shirt. Along with his dark blue jeans and black converse. It was nothing special, just a simple guy get up. He probably could have bothered to dress nicer to see her, but seeing it was barely 7 in the morning, he assumed she wouldn't be all dressed up. The man ran his fingers through his hair, a bit nervous to be in the familiar place. He would have been much more comfortable if he had told her he was coming. But that would kill the whole surprise, he wanted to see her eyes light up; To see that beautiful smile that would play on her lips.

It took most of the courage in his body to move from where he was standing. The decision felt much smaller while he stood on the pavement that led to the stairs to her door. For most people, it was a simple five steps and a knock on a door, for him it was a crazy adventure. His nerves were bubbling and he wasn't going to knock on that door, to draw her to him, when he was in such a miserable looking state.

Zack put on his best smirk and slowly made his way up to the door. He would only knock twice, ringing the doorbell once. He hoped it was enough to wake her and he sure as hell hoped he hadn't awoken her. The male never really felt pity or grief, but for Caroline, he did. As he waited, he pictured her in her nightgown, hair probably thrown up in a tie, eyes still heavy with sleep. Most guys wouldn't want to see a girl like that, but with Zack's gentleman like nature, he assumed that was as beautiful as they could get. When she opened the door, the smirk on his face would turn to a smile, and he would wave his hand a bit awkwardly before rummaging his fingers through his hair once more.

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Caroline's light sleep had lasted for three days and night, feeling sleepy and day dreaming during the day and sleeping like a baby to possibly get to dream of the mysterious man from the bar. Zack was the one she wanted to dream about, seeing how during the day she was terrified of calling him, always wondering if it was time or not. But suddenly, as she fixes herself another blood bag for breakfast, there is a knock at her door that confuses her. As she tilts her head at the door, she hears yet another knock, sending a wave of fear over her unprepared body. Slowly crossing over the white marble flooring, she jumps slightly when the doorbell rings, sending her body forward to the white door. Thankful for the peephole, she peeks through to see the man whom had been haunting her dreams standing and waiting for her.

Caroline gazes over her body, no make up, her hair still drying from her shower, and only a light purple robe rests on her skin. Rolling her deep blue eyes at the horrible situation, she pats herself, as if fixing the robe will some how make her more appealing. Realizing that she was running out of time, Zack could be loosing interest within the seconds that are pasting, the young blonde decides to just slap on a smile and opens the door slowly. Her heart should have stopped right then, Zack's laid back style and handsome smirk would have it her heart wasn't already stopped.

"Hey Zack, um, do you wanna come in? I was just about to get dressed." Carol attempts to invite him in, pulling on her robe to stay in place and not show anything. Caroline couldn't really wait for an answer, seeing how she was feeling completely embarrassed to be just a robe and her hair a mess. Opening the door some, Caroline quickly fled to her bathroom, on the way she picked up her blood bag from the counter, then continued to make her way to the bathroom. Once she was in the bathroom, Caroline let herself breathe in the air, smelling a sweet scent of Zack from where she stood.

Soon she was quick at work, blow drying her hair and applying some make up at the same time. While doing so she was still taken back, completely surprised that he would show up so early, clearly trying to get her off guard or something. Once she had styled her hair back in a messy bun and had applied her normal day make up, Caroline was ready to get dress. But her only problem was her outfit she had picked out for the day was still in her closet, in the same room as Zack. Sighing, she tried to convince herself that he wasn't the judging kind, that he was still the gentleman she fell for the first night.

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When she opened the door, Zack let out a slight chuckle at how embarrassed she looked. He had to admit, she looked quite beautiful there in that purple robe. Her hair was up and it was quite appealing. Zack liked her better without all the makeup on her face, but didn't dare comment. He knew how insecure girls can be. And he defiantly didn't want to send a signal that would make her feel embarrassed or insecure. The man simply wanted her to feel comfortable with him in her presence.

When she invited him in, the smirk changed to a smile and he nodded. "Yes, of course." Without a response, the girl simply turned and fled for what he assumed was the bathroom. Zack cocked an eyebrow and chuckled slightly to himself again, shutting the door quietly behind him. Stepping into the room, he took the time to look around, slightly inspecting the place. It was warming to his cold heart, a sense of safeness seemed to flood from the walls, welcoming to it's presence.

The male waited in silence, running his fingers through his hair every once in a while. He continued to glance around, wondering about girls and why they felt the need to do some of the things they do. But he wasn't the type to judge and the questions quickly left his mind, leaving him to wait in another silence for Caroline.

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Admitting to herself that she has to get her clothes, Caroline rolls her eyes at her own stupidity before opening the bathroom door with a small, warm smile spread across her lips. "Sorry, you can sit on the bed, I'm just getting my clothes." She says softly as she crosses the room, the familiar pitter-patter of her bare feet crossing the white marble flooring echoing in the room. The second look at Zack was as refreshing as the first, his beauty still causing Caroline to slow her pace as she stared. Once she reached the wooden cabinet, she retrieved her favorite red sun dress, its small laced pattern covering a solid red fabric.

Slowly shutting her closet door, she turned to face Zack once again, returning another small smile towards him, as she held up her dress for him to see. "Is it to much? It seems like you're going for a normal day look." She grins, motioning to his clothes. She then continued to hold up her dress, swaying from side to side as she gazed at the man in her house. To Caroline, Zack was like some kind of new world, he was so different from the men that she is use to. Men she knew to leave after a night or two, and though they have past the first night, she could not even dare to imagine him leaving her the second night, or any night for that madder.

Zack seemed so, proper, old fashion, wise. He knew not to comment on her looks, but the look in his dazzling eyes, he seemed to be attracted to Carol, as she was to him. It amazed her that the two hadn't risked everything and had just slept with each other the night before. But that might have ended any possible future they could have together. But then again, there was the issue of them being vampires, or just Carol. Leaving no future in that case. How could she hint at it though? She wouldn't dare show him her hidden fridge stalked with blood bags, that would just drive him away if he was human. The question lingered in her thoughts as she continued to hold up her dress, her blonde head slightly tilted with a playful grin on her face. "If you want, you can pick out my outfit. Or I can sport a few." She teased, desperate to change out of her robe and put something descent on.

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When she came out of the bathroom in her little purple robe, Zack's smirk turned into a faint smile as he sat on the bed. He forced his eyes from her face to the floor, forcing himself to keep them off of certain parts of her body. Sure, he was a gentleman, but all men had the urge to sneak a peak. Clearing his throat, the smile grew back on his face when he realized that Caroline was sneaking glances at him as she walked by. He couldn't help a slight chuckle as it seemed to slow down her movements. Making it look like she was going in slow motion. The picture and thought made him laugh even harder.

Zack turned his eyes back up to the girl when she pulled out a little dress. Imagining it on her as she swayed herself back and forth, his smile curved into another smirk. Women and their clothing. The male playfully rolled his eyes before glancing back to hers, meeting them for just a moment. "I think you look beautiful like that, but I assume you won't let me take you out in a robe huh? It's beautiful." He chuckled softly at the reaction she would give before he took the rest into thought.

Caroline wasn't like most girls that Zack had met. Most were about sex and all the goods you can get out of an attractive man. Mostly the showing off, wanting to look good out in public, and so on. Zack didn't want to be like those girls, assuming guys could be the same way, he just simply wanted to be different. There was something special about this girl, though. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew it was there all along. Zack did however want to bring her out in public. This one more so like a date since meeting at a bar just didn't seem appropriate enough. He watched as a playful grin filled the girls face and he stood on his feet, cocking an eyebrow up in a teasing smirk. "How about you put the pretty little dress there on, then after I take you out, we can come back and play a little dress up?" The male gave her a small wink, making sure she took it as a joke, as he meant, rather than a serious thing.

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Caroline couldn't help but roll her eyes towards his joke, hopefully a joke, of her going out in her robe. Yeah, that will be the day. She thought to herself, looking down at her currently 'falling out of place' robe. Tugging it back in place once more, she lifted her head in time to see Zack standing up. The grin on her face fading into a seductive, soft smile, as she left her gaze drop to his chest, then slowly crawl back up to meet his gaze as he began to speak. Pretty, little dress huh? She quoted him in her head as she listened, getting excited when he told her they where going out. Though the ending, coming back to play dress up was almost like an invitation in Carol's mind. But she wondered if he wouldn't be having the same idea she was having, seeing how hers might not belong in a gentleman's head.

Biting her lip and gazing downwards after watching him wink, Carol looked over her dress one last time, wondering if it was the right one for what she had planned. It would have to do, because she placed a soft kiss on Zack's cheek before happily walking over to the bathroom, a small sway as she walked. Closing the door most of the way, leaving it cracked a bit for her to hear Zack better, as she declared that he was going to be different, he was going to be around for a while. He created a different crave in Carol, not hunger, desire. But Caroline quickly pushed away the thought, storing it, for when they returned later.

Dropping the robe and sliding the dress on carefully, not to ruin her hair, as normal girls would. Once she had fixed it properly, she smiled an approving smile at the dress, having it tight on her upper torso and letting it out slightly past the waist. It was one of her favorites, because it reminded her of the dresses her little sister Lily use to wear. Though the dress made her happy, the reminder of her sister did not, and a heavy feeling soon grabbed at her frozen heart. Caroline was about to go into a depression when she looked out of the cracked door, reminding herself that her future was waiting in the other room. Let go of the past Carol, Lily is in the past, Zack is in the future. She reassured herself, trying hard to wipe off the sadness and regain her happy-self. It wasn't long before she was ready and was opening the bathroom door, only giving a quick grin towards Zack as she past, strutting across the room to her favorite red heels that waited next to the door along with her many others. But these heels where almost always on her feet while wearing this dress, it was her 'all out red' outfit, with the exception of her black, leather jacket. That was her weakness, her jacket. "Ready when you are." Caroline grinned, resting her hands on her hips as she gazed at the gorgeous man in her house.

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