SPELLbound by .heaven. |open|

[MIKAELA MOORE]

New York: the city that never sleeps. The vast array of window lights illuminated the streets, making the heart of it come to life. Every road was crowded nose to tail with taxis, the constant blare of a horn ringing in the city’s ears. The late night operas were finishing their final show, but the nightlife was just beginning to boom. A deafening bass beat trails down every street, flashing the sign of a local club, packed with hundreds of individuals just wanting a care-free night of pure fun. And in the end, it would amount to just that. Fun. Nothing serious, yet nothing lacking. Every night in the city of lights would prove itself worthy. That was the funny thing about New York. Things didn’t always go as planned, but somehow, the city made it right. A homeless man on the street corner would find himself in a pleasant dining because of his love of music. An open guitar case and a voice box from heaven was all that was needed. It truly was a city of wonders.

That was why the decision the leave New York was absolutely heartbreaking for Mikaela Moore. She led a life that only others could dream of. She was editor-in-chief of America’s famous Elle magazine. Her life was a miracle for teen girls everywhere and she was the emblem of fame, fashion, and fortune. But her co-workers seemed to think differently. They envied that she was on top and they were all two steps behind. It was this jealousy that brought about a new life for Mikaela. She had remained in the city for a couple more years, but soon thought it best for a slight change of pace.

Through voice of word, she had caught wind of Seattle. The infection rate in there remained higher than any other, and she knew that would be where she would reside. It was painful to leave the great city behind, but at the same time, she was excited for what laid ahead. There were no top designer magazines or big corporations in the new city, but she would adapt. She had to if she wanted any chance at a normal life. However, she wouldn’t completely leave her city girl attitude behind. All of her expensive belongings and designer clothes would come with her. It wasn’t like she was a ‘Little Miss Priss’ but she enjoyed having nicer things. It wouldn’t be as widely accepted in Seattle, but it would still be accepted nonetheless. Mikaela would make sure of it.

Her slender fingers ran through her hair as she bobby pinned a few dangling locks to the side. The remainder of her curls rested flawlessly on her shoulders. A beautifully crafted, black Jovani dress hugged her curved perfectly. It came a little higher than mid-thigh giving her plenty of room to show off her long legs and give a bit of risqué edge to it. Yet, somehow it still seemed to look conservative and classy. She wore matching black stilettos, and had a light shawl that covered her bare arms. It was chilly in Seattle. A jacket would ruin the outfit so a nice shawl would suffice. It wouldn’t be a long walk from the taxi to the club anyways. Hmm…the club. It was her first night out on the town and she hoped it would be one to remember. The place with flashing reviews seemed to be Heaven. It wasn’t quite the normal strip club, but she was content in giving it her first night out.

She tidied up her makeup and put a small diamond necklace and some silver dangling earrings in. They were the perfect accent to her outfit, and she smiled at herself in the mirror. It was as if she hadn’t left the big city at all. With one last check of her ID and cards, she headed out of her apartment and made haste to get a taxi. Knowing the exact way to flag one down, it didn’t take long for a yellow cab to pull to the curb. She slid in, told the man her destination and they were off. It wasn’t too long before the neon red of the club sign flashed against her skin. Paying the man, she stepped out and looked around for a moment, taking in the smaller New York. The line was already wrapped around the block and she sighed softly. It was too cold to wait, so she tried her luck at a bribe with the man for the VIP line. It worked! A hundred dollar bill gave her permanent VIP access. So far so good. Things were going well, and she only hoped it continued.

Upon entering, she could feel the familiar sexual energy roll down her skin. It sent chills crawling up her spine and her tiger perked at the sensation. It was an amazing feeling and she was more than content to let herself fall under the spell of its power. Wandering over to the bar, she ordered an apple martini and a shot of Skyy vodka. The bartender smiled to her and quickly delivered her drinks. She nodded in thanks to the man and then took down the shot with ease. She would need an initial relaxer, and vodka always seemed to do the trick. Turning, she propped her elbows on the bar and looked out towards the stage. An extremely handsome dancer seemed to have just taken the stage and Mikaela couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps Seattle wasn’t such a bad city after all.

[charles]

"Cest tout?" Charles said aloud as he entered the hotel room. He wasn't impressed, but so far little since his arrival in America impressed him. It was a long way from the beautiful cities and town of europe, with a sigh he collapsed onto the bed

"Peut-etre ceci n'ettais pas une bonne idé", he continued. Maybe this move to America was a bad idea, but then again if he stayed in france it was only a matter of time before the Volturi found him. And Charles was not one to be on the defensive. With a sigh he got up before unpacking his bags and changed his clothes. Despite the long plane ride and possible jet lag he wasn't tired, sitting down at a desk Charles pulled out a folder and began to flip through the contents.

They were the files he had stolen before he left France, detailing pretty much everything the group knew about any Vampire presence in the new world. Sadly it wasn't much, the Rennard Noir coven was very focused only on matters pertaining to themselves and Europe, they had little interest in the affairs of others happening half a world away. After about an hour of research he shook his head and put the files away. He wasn't getting anywhere. What Charles needed was a drink. Looking around he grabbed his hotel key and jacket before hailing a cab. He felt oddly vulnerable without his gun, but that was coming and for now he was far from vulnerable. Not only did he have faith as his shield he was very well tutored in many different fighting styles. Not that it would protect him if he was doing his job, but he was on vacation.

Vacation, the word was forieng to him, for the past ten years he had spent everyday fighting for his life and now all of a sudden he had so much free time, no targets at all. He was free.

With a quick word to the cab driver he had the car stopped in front of what seemed to be a large club and stepped out. Giving a sniff of distaste as he looked at the lineup he passed a couple of fifties to the bouncer and was quickly let in. Money was no object for Charles, when he had destroyed the Rennard Noir coven he was able to secure the groups monetary assets for himself.

Inside the noise was loud, again it was odd for Charles, this freedom, being able to make his own decision, he was really out of his element, walking up to the bar he asked for a drink before taking a seat beside a random girl.

"Bonjour madame, I hope that this seat is not taken"

(Currently wearing a light blue dress shirt under a leather jacket.)

[MIKAELA MOORE]

Mikaela’s eyes scanned the club, taking in the variety of people there. Most of them seemed to be in the upper class standing, but then again…there were those filth that just craved a woman’s touch and would pay their life’s savings just to be noticed. A slightly sickened look appeared on her face at the thought. Mikaela loved being with a man just as much as anyone, but she would never be forced nor would she ever be paid for her services; it just wasn’t moral. Of course, it didn’t hurt to look and have fun. A small smile flickered on her face as she saw the dancers, some of them male, some of them female. Her eyes closed for a moment as she took in the atmosphere as the alcohol started to warm her senses.

Inhaling, she could practically smell the endorphins that filled the air...the sensuality and desires. Her tiger watched curiously on all fours, her tail twitching back and forth. She could sense other lycans here, but mainly it was humans and vampires. She didn’t mind though. As much as her instinct begged her not to like vampires, she couldn’t find any reason to hate them. They had never harmed or threatened her, so she found it hard to be hostile towards them. It just wasn’t Mikaela to be an angry person unless provoked.

Finally reopening her eyes, she felt her nerves become at ease with the atmosphere. She had been nervous about the social shock from New York to Seattle…but it really wasn’t all that different. People were still dressed in relatively good style, and the nightlife still seemed to rave. What wasn’t to like? At least here, she could find people like her and could perhaps make a friend or two.

Turning to order another drink, she was caught off guard by a thick French accent. Turning, she saw a rather distinguished looking man take a seat next to her. By his looks, he was a couple years older than her, but still handsome nonetheless. Smiling lightly, she shook her head. “Not at all.” Her voice was sweet, with a slight northern accent. Motioning to the bartender, she ordered another drink as she finished the last of her martini. That was one disadvantage about being a lycan…it took a bit more alcohol to feel its effects.

As the bartender scurried off, she turned back to the man. “You don’t look like you come here often.” She remarked, feeling the tension in the air around him. “I’m Mikaela.” She introduced, extending a hand to the man. Perhaps tonight would bring more than just a wasted couple hundred dollars.

[charles]

“You don’t look like you come here often.I’m Mikaela.”

Smiling Charles took the extended hand and kissed it,

"A pleasure to meet you Miss Mikaela, a lovely name. I am Charles Veilleux and yes I do not frequent these places often. I only recently arrived in this city of Seattle and I must say it is very beautiful, very much like its women." He added with a grin. The woman was very striking and it wouldn't have surprised Charles if she said she said she was a model.

"As you can tell by my accent I have recently moved from France. For the next week I plan on staying in a hotel here and getting my things together. After that I cannot say but for now i will, how do you Americans put it, let off some steam?" Charles wasnt sure if it was the correct term. His english was very limited to what little he had learned in order to accomplish a mission in Great Britain.

With a sigh Charles suddenly realized he was going to miss Europe, it had been his home and while he no friends and family that he knew of he still felt rather detached. Silently he cursed the vampire again for uprooting him like that. While he was here relaxing he knew they were out there committing unholy evils.

With a quick blink Charles snapped himself back into reality. This was not the time to think of the past, for now he was here to enjoy himself.

"Anyway, mon cheri, what do you do?"

[MIKAELA MOORE]

A soft blush fell on Mikaela’s cheeks as she felt the man’s soft kiss on her hand. It was rare to find a gentleman these days, but to find one here, well…that was something special. His words reached her ears with a thick accent, but it rather intrigued her. She had met models from other countries, but they all spoke almost perfect English. This man, however, was not the case. “The pleasure’s mine, Charles.” She said with a warm smile, the blush in her cheeks hidden by the faded lights of the club.

Her eyes found solitude in his as he spoke to her, mentioning of how the women of America were beautiful. She could feel her blood running warm through her veins as he complimented her and she smiled shyly, letting a strand of hair fall over her eye as she looked back to the drink that the bartender had just brought.

Taking a small drink, she laid the crystal glass back down and returned her gaze to the French man before her. She felt her tiger growing curious, moving forward as if to get a closer look of the man. The striped tail continued to swish back and forth as her tiger watched carefully. A somewhat saddened look appeared in Mikaela’s features as the man spoke of not staying long in Seattle. That seemed to be just her luck.

All at once, the man got quiet and she presumed he was connected in his thoughts. She knew how that went. Almost every night she was consumed by thoughts of her old life in New York…how she was the top of the top. And then moving here she had nothing. “It’s a shame you won’t be staying. It’d be nice to know at least one person in this city.” She spoke with a small smile, turning her body completely towards him. His question rang in her ears, making her thoughts once more drift to the Big Apple.

Unsure of where to start, she figured she’d start from the beginning. “Well…I used to be editor-in-chief of Elle magazine in New York City…but due to complications I was forced to move elsewhere.” She paused for a moment, hating her co-worker who had caused conflicts because of superiority. “I settled in Seattle…but I’ve yet to find work.” She admitted. It wasn’t exactly her proudest moment, but she was easily able to make due off her savings for a while. “What about you, what brings you all the way to America from France?” It wasn’t just a trip you up and made for only a week.

As she awaited his response, her eyes couldn’t help but trail over the man. He was quite handsome and she couldn’t help but find herself a bit attracted to him. Taking another sip of her drink, she smiled to the man…the soft blush still apparent on her cheeks.

[charles]

"Elle magazine... I assume that is a fashion paper? The name means 'her' in french and if there is one thing I know about my people its that they are into fashion" he replied with a smile, "And you certainly look like a model" Charles didn't know what it was but he couldn't help but compliment the woman. She was gorgeous,

"Why am I here? France is no longer a friendly place for me. And the whole of Europe is no better. Ive had a very limited life experience, would you believe I started working at 16? And this is my fist vacation ever" Charles let out a soft laugh as he remembered being told he was the only one to make it through the training program,

"Its strange really. Only a week ago I thought I would finally be able to live a normal life but thing got... all mixed up." He remembered that fight, and was surprised he had survived and managed to kill that Volturi.

"Your a very lucky girl Mikaela, I am... C'est quoi le mot, jealous in a way." Charles finished by takig a deep drink from his glass before gazing at the dance floor... "Maudit... I don't even know how to dance!" Again he laughed...

"I'm sorry madame, this is not the time or place for me to whine about my life," After a second a small twinkle appeared in his eyes... "Actually madame, I have a favor to ask you... " getting up he extended a hand to Mikaela "Shall we dance? As I said i don't know how but after looking at what is happening out there I think I can manage"