Came Back Haunted //Mortimer\\

[Mortimer Blackwood]

“You act as if you’ve missed much,” Mortimer shrugged at her words, “It's certainly possible, stunning woman like yourself.” He doubted that she had been underground for these past few years after all. At her age, she still felt the years. She had to, he would have, back then. Unlike a lot of that vampires that he knew, Mortimer tended to cling to his humanity. It was a large part of why he couldn't act the way that others did, sitting still, remaining stoic. He clung to it because he needed it, he couldn't allow himself to ever forget who he was, where he came from...the life that he had lived before her. It shaped who he was...he remembered everything. All of the events, there wasn't much he allowed himself to forget. Sure, random kills, some random men and women that passed in and out of his life. Yet predominantly, he remembered them all. He remembered some things that he was very certain that the woman in front of him would have wanted to know, if given the chance. “That’s about all going on in my life. Don’t know what else to tell you, really.” oh, if only life were so simple. Perhaps, if she had willingly gone to ground for a hundred years or so he might believe that. It wasn't unheard of, possible, but unlikely. She had to of been doing more than that...and she didn't want to tell him? “Oh, I don't believe that for a second.” his eyes turned to the man with the hole in his chest for another moment, he didn't think that he had been too hasty there, even if it did cause complications for her. It certainly wasn't the first time that that had happened. He did want to know more about the topic she had seemed to unwilling to talk about earlier, this registration business and the role that this man had to play in it. It just wasn't like he could bring it up again now. He would have to wait for the timing.

She acted like her life was just so very boring, but he didn't think so. He just couldn't understand why she was being glib about it. His eyes locked onto hers, similar color reflecting back into his own for a long moment. “No, you're really not going to expand then?” he sighed, willing his lungs to function once again even though he had no reason to, just dramatic effect. As usual. He wished that he could boil down his life into such simple terms. But he couldn't, no matter how he tried. Even just the last twenty years alone...had been more than exciting. “How old are you?” “What?” from the look on her face, he hadn't misheard her. “Isn't that akin to asking a lady her height?” his voice expressed the horror of the question. As if it was so outlandish of her to ask. “I thought he were friends Keara?” He knew exactly how old she was, had seen her come into the world. Keara was an enigma that she was very interested in. Not that she had deigned to show up in his life recently. He hadn't seen her in..too long. He almost wished that Keara would take the question back. Of course, he had no reason to keep his age from her, it wasn't so much a secret as it was rude. What were her reasons for asking? His hands fluffed his hair on his head, and it fell perfectly back into place. One of his best features had always been his hair after all. “I'll tell you, and then you'll tell me what prompted that question?” of course she would have no real need to keep her end of the bargain, but he figured she would. No reason not to.

He put his hands up over his face, peering at her with one eye through the spaces between his fingers. “five hundred and...ten...” he said like she might judge him for being so very old and creaky. Then again, he thought that he looked remarkably well for a man of his age. He couldn't fight the smile that came through his fingers as they fell off of his face. Lifting his shoulders into a guilty shrug. “Raised under the reign of his King Henry the eighth, the fat bastard and all of his glory,” he said with more than a touch of bitterness to the name. His arms had extended into a servants bow as he claimed the name, just as would have been expected of him back in the day. Righting himself he dropped his arms and waited for her end of the bargain. “I don't intimidate you now, do I?” His age ought to intimidate her, he wasn't JUST trained in the sexual services. Though, that was his main area of expertise. He was still a fast, silent, and deadly killing machine. It was afforded to him with his years. True, he had spent the first hundred in the company of his maker, just the two of them, under protection. From the time he had left her until now, his survival had been left in his own hands. It helped that he seemed more human than most.
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