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"Over?" Laura cooed, leaning down to press a kiss to his hands. "I don't ever want it over... I just want it to begin~"

A small spark jumped from the power cord, excited by the volts within the touch.

Terpsichore and Melony froze, the latter glancing over at Remy. After a moment Melony reached up and removed her hat again as Terpsichore sighed in defeat, "so many people dying lately," she then gave a pitiful moan of the utmost devastation and put a hand over her eyes, "who else could have known this 'Bram Stroker?'"

"I don't think we're going to find anyone," said Melony, back to her low, gravelly tone of voice, "the book said he died a while ago."

As if completely ignoring her friend's response Terpsichore turned to the other vampire, "Remy, dear," she began, laying the Cajun accent on heavily, "could you tell us more about these different vampires? Gren said I was a Stroker-type but I'm a little different than what's in that book about Dracula."

"Most of it was Van Hellsing's speculations," murmured Melony again, again ignored.

Enta descended the stairs slowly, as if in some sort of trance. He was dressed well, as usual, but his face was blank, eyes red and puffy and hand sloppily bandaged. "Put it away, Felix." He said in a flat tone, normally lyrical voice dull as well-worn leather and just as cracked.

"But, Enta, I want to know-"

"Just put it away... You're causing trouble..." The younger catboy spoke slowly as he walked past and into the kitchen again.

He grinned, leading her towards the bed as he took his hand back along with hers to kiss her palm, lead along her arm to the neck, then progressed into a full kiss on the lips as he sat down on the edge of the mattress.

"Mm, neither and so do I..."

"Van Helsing type?" asked Terpsichore, a single eyebrow arching in intrigue, "is there a book on that as well?" she paused however and then sighed, shifting her weight and putting her hands on her feet, "for the same reason Melony tries her best to sound like a man," the woman mentioned moved away from the two and back down the stairs to the book on the table.

Terpsichore had dropped the Cajun accent, but the one she had now could not be placed with any sort of language, even Greek, "we adopt what is best to get us what we need. Where we're from, foreigners aren't treated all that kindly, racism is just barely coming down from it's all-time high, and nobody will speak to a woman about business of any kind. So Melony cross-dresses and speaks at a low register to fool people into cooperating with her," here, Terpsichore put the Cajun accent back on, "and I'll play the part of a whore from New Orleans to get everything that I need; the blood of criminals and it's also a great disguise for gathering information," she smirked and winked, twirled around once and settled.

"So what's a Van Helsing type vampire?"

Lacing her arms around his neck, Laura pressed back gently, settling herself down to straddle Enra's lap. "A few days... and you've already got me here, huh?" She whispered between kisses, amusement in her tone to mask the reality of why she was doing so. "You're pretty special, guy..."

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The lights lining either side of the helmet scrolled their spectrum twice before fading out and blinking to full-brightness. Binary scrolled down the main interface before it became blank, limbs twitching.

"I wouldn't trust that boy with anything sharp for a while," murmured Melony to Charlotte without looking away from the cover of the book, tracing the title with her finger, "at least not without supervision...."

Terpsichore grinned, excitement renewed, "oh, we're from 1900 turn of the century! I think it was... May when we got lost around here somehow. And we'll probably keep pretending to be what we aren't 'cause it's what we're used to," she grinned in good humor.