Beauregard McCallum

               𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 was a very strong word currently in her vocabulary but… ❛ We can say ‘kind of’. However this is not the worst evening either. ❜ She explained to him. Somehow he makes her feels intimidated by Beau. ❛ It is a place called 'Stoker’ but I don’t think I read right the signs on my way here. ❜ She was very distracted lately, and trapped in her own mind, not observing things at surroundings or the name of things. About the cocktail... ❛ Midnight Kiss is a cocktail with blood and wine, so it was what I was looking for the night. ❜ Get drunk, but this part left unsaid. ❛ I’m Elsa Walker by the way. ❜ She introduce herself to him, trying to be 'polite’ and friendly for a chance.

“Yes, how very vague of a response.”  Beau pointed out, not trying to be rude.  It was just merely his personality.  “Stoker’s?  Well, I know of the place and have become a patron.  I could be of some assistance and join you on your endeavor.”  The drink sounded nice, Beau certainly missed wine from his human years.  Now, he was debating on ordering one himself and indulging just a nit.  “Pleasure to meet you Miss Walker.  I am Beauregard McCallum, although most people refer to me as Beau.”  The man motioned for her to join him as he headed in the direction of the club.  “What brought you to this town?”

“Ah, I did not mean my passions. I meant my history, I could tell you a lot about ancient history.” Elric mused thinking back to his ancient history and how many lives he lived. “I’ll reach out to some contacts I know. I’m sure I can dig up some fascinating things about the tribe.” Elric might have to give up some of his own collection in exchange but it wouldn’t matter in the long run because his own collection was extensive.

Elric gave a nod at Beau’s echo. “My progeny are my friends but they are different,” Elric explained not wanting to go into detail about his children. Ultimately they would be in trouble if Elric was their only friend. “Yes, with a past as long as my own… You gain enemies.” Elric explained not wanting to go into detail. His past wasn’t his best and favorite thought about his life.

“My apologies once more, I misunderstood.  What ancient history are you referring to?”  Curious to know exactly how old the vampire might be.  There certainly was a surge of energy that came from Elric, because of his age.  However, Beau was probably still considered young given he was less than two centuries old.  “Fascinating, it would be appreciated.”

Beau nodded, he did not have any progeny because he chose not to damn anyone in such existence. So, he did not fully understand the relationship or protectiveness of a sire.  Especially given Valentina always held things over him.  “Yes, I suppose that is correct.  Although, only makes me wonder what could be out there that has scared you and is that old.”

“No worries, I don’t mind that you didn’t recognize me,” he assured him, it could happen sometimes, he ran into a lot of people that he felt like had a familiar face, but he couldn’t remember where he saw them before. It was something that happened to everyone, “Yeah, I can imagine,” he never had to deal with it in the past, because he only dated someone before he was turned, “I guess I will only know how I would act if that happens in the future.”

“True, still I usually have a better memory.”  Most of the time, Beau was extremely detail oriented, it only went to show when he was at Stoker’s the vampire had other things in mind.  “Yes, it was difficult.”  Beau left it there, the subject had always been a difficult one and he never wanted to tell someone what to do.  Just hopefully give them some clarity.  “Indeed, I wish you all the best in those endeavors and proper maneuvering.”

     AS MUCH AS she heard about this place, she never been to there before. Tonight she was feeling willing to get to know an environment totally new to her. They said the ‘Midnight Kiss’ drink was good, so why not giving a chance?! It wasn’t often she feels in an adventure mode. Stepping on somebody’s feet wasn’t on her plan, she looked at Beau as if she was saying 'opsiee’. Grey-bluish hues met his dark gaze. ❛ I definitely am… Just a bit trapped on my mind… ❜ There is no lie about it. Upon his question, she arched a brow. ❛ Nah, I don’t think so. This is my first time here. I’m not sure if I am on the right place but I was advised to try Midnight Kiss drink. ❜ And the blonde began to fidgeting one of her rings in her fingers, as a sign of anxiety that happens, every time she meets new people that wasn’t from work.

When their eyes caught each other, he softly gazed into her blue hues and he nodded.  Lately, there seemed to be an influx of vampires and he could only guess it was by Elric or Desmond’s design.  Out of the older vampires, they have made several fledglings while Beau still had zero.  “Are you enjoying yourself thus far?”  He inquired, curious about the blonde vampire.  “What place are you supposed to be at?  Perhaps I can be of some assistance.  “Midnight Kiss, interesting name.  I do not believe I have tried it myself, I usually stray away from cocktails.  You can always look at their drink menu, they have an extensive bar.” 

“I’m glad you think so,” he wasn’t nice because he wanted others to think that he was, it was just part of his nature, but he would be sad if he met someone that didn’t think he was. It wasn’t the kind of impression he wanted someone to have of him, “I guess you could say I do, I have a band and we play at the Stroke.” he wondered if he never went there or if he just didn’t recognize him, if it was the latter, he genuinely didn’t mind, “Yeah, I get that, but we don’t control our feelings though, it’s not like you made them fall for you on purpose, so you didn’t mess with them.”

“Yes, I do believe I have seen you at Stoker’s.  My apologies, it took me this long to put face to face with the man.”  There was a lot of truth with both their statements.  Beau dared mess with a mortal and was happy for a couple decades, but at the end of the day he hurt Cyrano by leaving.  “True, it is just a difficult situation to navigate and one that you will have to decide on your own.  I can only give you my own personal experience on the matter.”

Elric held his tongue with much difficulty given Beau’s comment. “History is your passion and yet you don’t ask me about mine, I am hurt.” Elric put a hand to his own chest faking being hurt for a moment. “Zulus? South Africa? My, I don’t think I actually have ever made it that south. Although I have spent time in other areas of the world.” The list of places Elric hadn’t been was much smaller than the places he’d been. It was very surprising that of all the places Beau mentioned Elric hadn’t actually been there. He’d been on his way to visit South Africa years ago but sidetracked in the pink city of India.

“That is surprising,” Elric mumbled softly trying not to start a fight with the other. “Especially given your comment about why you were in France. My beliefs have not changed, I still value every life.” Although the war was about many things Elric still held one reason for the war very dear. It was the true reason behind the war as it was, people could dress the pig however they saw fit, but it was still a pig. “You’re right, I do tend to be nice to people in case they ask me for a favor so I may get something in return. However, I am old. I much rather have many friends than none at all. My hope is that you will be my friend so that when I meet my untimely true death my prodigies have protection during their time of grief. I have spent years running from something I wasn’t sure existed and now that I am here I have decided not to move again. I fear because I will not move… I may meet the true death.”

“My apologies, please do inform me what your passions might be.”  Beau nodded, “yes, I find the tribe to be absolutely fascinating.  I have not made my way to South Africa just yet, but it is something I would enjoy in the near future.”  For the most part, Beau had only explored the United States and Europe during his travels.  It was his hope to see more of the world, but for now he was happy in the small town of Wolford.

A brow lifted, but the Southern said nothing on the matter.  The two would never see eye to eye on things when it came to the war.  And Beau was not going to stand idly around arguing about something that was over a century ago.  Yes, he held firm in his beliefs but there was no need to go on about it.  “A friend?”  It never occurred to Beau that the other male might want a companion of some sort.  “Are you not friends with your progeny?”  With Elric continuing, Beau looked perplexed as he tilted his head.  “Something has been following you all these centuries?”  Now, he was concerned about things.

               SHE WAS advised to go this place to get a nice drink… Things that would suffice her appetite. The blonde entered on this place, observing every single detail of the aesthetic of this environment. At first she didn’t think this place looks really nice inside. Observing a detail of an architecture of the local she step on Beau’s feet, and quickly turned. ❛ S–Sorry! I should pay more attention...❜ And then, awkwardly she went to the counter ordering a drink for herself, she was starved.

Since the establishment opened in Wolford that welcomed vampires and provided blood donors, Beau often could be found at Stoker’s.  Tonight was no different, the man’s eyes roamed the scene in search of a male donor but none of his favorites were there currently.  A sigh left his lips, debating whether he should just order the synthetic blood.  It filled him, but it certainly did not taste proper.  Suddenly, he felt someone step over him and he took in a breath to stay calm and lower his head.  “It is okay ma’am, are you okay?”  He questioned.  “Have I seen you around before?”

The comment irked Elric but he didn’t let it show. Even if the sentiment was true Elric didn’t like to admit he found himself more interesting than most people. “Most say that and then don’t actually speak French, like yourself. There’s a difference between understanding french and speaking french.” The comment was a bit of a jab at Beau even if in the long run Elric’s intent wasn’t to rub him the wrong way. “Maybe you’ll inform me about what has caught your interest then?”

Elric paused not sure how to take the comment. “Beliefs you still hold true today?” The question was a touchy subject so Elric made sure not to add on to his own thoughts about those beliefs. He even held his tongue about protecting home and family. “Is it not enough that I wished to catch up and start new?”

“Fortunately, I understand and speak French.  I spent several years in France, because it was one of the few countries that allowed me to exist despite my skin tone.”  He said in a serious tone.  Life was not easy for people who looked like him for centuries.  “Well, my love has always been history.  Especially exploration, currently I am reading about Shackleton and Henry Morton Stanley.  In addition, I do find the Zulus to be fascinating, I often reason about them and the wars that took place.”

The male nodded, “why would my beliefs have faded?  Although we lost the war, the sentiment is still there.”  He responded, curious about the other male’s intrigue.  “It is just merely odd, we were enemies at one point in time.  And you do not strike me as someone who wants to be friendly with someone without something in return.  Please do not take offense to my words, just merely an observation.”

“Well, I think you’re also nice,” he shrugged lightly, so far, he didn’t really do anything to show him otherwise. He wouldn’t think that he wasn’t, without having any kind proof, “He’s a very kind person, he saved my life,” he didn’t think most people would offer immortality to someone that they barely know like he did. Without him, he wouldn’t be there, and he wouldn’t ever know how to thank him enough for it.

“That’s awful, I’m sorry,” he decided not to ask what happened to his sire, as it could be a touchy subject to some, so he just didn’t say anything about it, “That’s what I fear, falling for someone that isn’t immortal. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t like immortality.”

“And I think you are nice as well,” he responded.  Beau softly smiled, Desmond had a certain harm about him and tended to save those he admired with musical abilities.  “Lovely to hear, I know Desmond certainly has a flair about saving people, especially those who he finds interesting for their musical talents.  I presume you have musical ability.”

Beau offered a gracious smile, “it is alright.”  He simply commented.  “It is a difficult situation for all, two people madly in love, but the clock is racing against them.  Not sure what the proper answer is, but I do know you should be cautious on such things.  The guilt of breaking someone’s heart is at times unbearable, even if you know you did it for the proper reasons.  It still gnaws at you, because you should have known better to mess with a mortal.”

Who: @beauxmccallum​

Where: The edge of Sapphire Lake

For most anyone that would ask Cy, he left Wolford abruptly on account of a dear family friend requiring his discerning point of view to assist in directing an off-broadway passion project. He made sure to broadcast it all over his socials. The truth of the matter, however, was far more vulnerable and damning…he left because he was running. Cyrano was running away from the one person who made his entire being thrum with life, with love, with hope. He felt if he ran far enough, he’d be able to avoid the feelings that were threatening to consume him and keep him bedridden. Yet, night after night for months, he’d play the encounter over and over in his head.

Sure, he was proud he was able to walk away that night, leave Beau stupefied in a dramatic fashion that only someone like Cy could manage. However, that pride did little to heal the wound that was now freshly opened in his heart. Somehow, he knew he’d see Beau again and he’d have to face the music. So, when he was no longer needed in Manhattan, he came back to Wolford feeling no better than when he’d left. Instead, he found himself operating on an entirely new sleep schedule. He’d sleep during the day, but would be awake long enough to run the drive-in when needed. When he wasn’t working, he’d wander aimlessly throughout town. Though he wouldn’t admit it, it was because of some sick, sadistic desire to see him again.

Such was the case tonight, with Cy’s decision on where to roam a bit more purposeful. Regardless of what had happened over the last few decades, he felt like Beau wouldn’t have changed too much. Therefore, he knew his former lover adored nature, especially in the tranquility of the night. He’d managed to show such beauty to a city-slicker like Cy, and it was something he’d never forget. Finding his way to the edge of Lake Sapphire, Cyrano settled himself onto a log and stared up at the moon and did what he’d done since that fateful day when he woke up alone…he waited.

Many evenings in Wolford, Beau spent it out near the lake.  It reminded him of a simpler time, before all the technological advances and the tearing up of the forests and other parts of nature to make room for large buildings that do nothing, but serve to allow people to indulge in useless items.  Tonight was no different as he strolled around the forest coming close to Sapphire Lake, which was a sight to behold.  Many of the locals came across these parts in the evening, which seemed strange given human instinct dictated for people to remain home or in lighted areas for personal protection in the dark since so many things go bump in the night.

As he approached the area, a familiar scent reached his nostrils and suddenly his eyes widened as he looked around.  Could it be Cyrano?  If he had a beating heart, he knew it would leap.  Decades may have passed, but the emotional ties with the male had always stayed with him.  A while ago, they had one encounter then suddenly the other man disappeared.  Some part of Beau figured it was a result of his own disappearance from all that time ago.

Not wasting a moment’s time, Beau followed the scent to see Cyrano on a log.  For several minutes, he watched carefully just enjoying the sight of the man.  Even though the other man had age while he was away, he was still a sight to behold.  Finally, he came out of the shadows and quietly approached Cyrano and stood by the log.  “It is beautiful isn’t it?”  As his dark eyes stared down at the man, his features softened.  It was hard to know what to say, there were a lot of unresolved issues between them, and the majority of that burden weighed on Beau.  “Am I allowed to ask how you are doing?  Or would that be crossing a line?”

“There’s something about most places in Europe,” Fane said with a little nod. “The buildings are old and they built them to last, unlike the early stages of the United States, where they built with what they had, and that was a lot of trees. But those stone buildings, they last so long if they’re maintained. I do love old buildings.”

Fane shrugged. “Honestly, I haven’t experienced not being treated as older than I look,” he admitted. “It does keep me on my toes. I have to keep up with technology and advancements, because like, what twenty year old doesn’t know how to use a cellphone? But it does give me something to do. I’m quite a bit older than you, actually, so keeping up has become something of a pasttime.”

“Indeed, I have always enjoyed my travels in Europe.  Long time ago, France was one of the better places for people who look like me.”  Beau nodded in agreement when it came to the buildings.  “Yes, I am aware.”  He simply stated, not in a rude manner just that he knew.

Curious about the other male’s life, especially his eternal youth Beau listened carefully.  “Yes, I suppose that can be burdensome at times having to keep up with the changing times.  It came to no surprise the other vampire was older, but it felt strange given their physical appearances.  “How old are you exactly, if you do not mind curing my curiosity.”

Although Beau did not know Mason well, he could tell the man had certain predilections and it served Beau well in what he wanted.  Long time ago, he may have been concerned over the male and all his vices.  However, he started to view their relationship more in a business transaction.  Blood and sex, it was simple enough and Mason was a grown man that could make his own decisions.  If Beau was not giving it to him, some other vampire would.  And he was sure Mason got around quite a bit at Stoker’s.  Not that it was any of his business.

Beau’s fangs sunk into the man’s thigh and it was heavenly, the rush of blood flowing into his mouth as he consumed the crimson liquid was euphoric.  It was giving Beau a slight high as he drank from the man who kept pushing him down in his thigh.  Eventually he lifted his head, “I probably should slow down.”  He insisted, he wanted to be inside the man desperately and knew he didn’t want Mason to pass out during the deed.

A shrug fell from the redhead’s shoulders. “Different lifestyles I guess.” Yeah, there weren’t many years separating them in age, but upbringing could make a huge difference. Plus, Andrea had always been rather adaptable. They waved a hand dismissively when he said that he hadn’t meant any offense, because Andrea hadn’t taken any. His opinion had no real bearing on her life, or her decisions, so the vampire hadn’t taken it as an insult. 

“Yes, different lifestyles.”  Beau commented as he nodded his head in agreement.  Not many vampires held onto their old lives as much as he did.  Perhaps at first, but after your immediate family passes and you have lived in the shadows for decades and centuries, you change.  You learn to adapt and take on the world differently.  “Well Miss, I probably have annoyed you enough with my traditional point of view.  I shall leave you be.”

It was understandable, it wasn’t easy for some to create a bond with someone, some people took a lot more time, and he didn’t blame them. He wouldn’t say that he trusted easily, but it was definitely easy for him to grow closer to people, “Well, you did great with me, I think that as long as you’re nice, people will gravitate toward you,” he assured him, it was always easy to talk to strangers for him, but he knew people that were more shy than him, that had a significant amount of friends. People didn’t care that much about someone being shy as others may think.

“He sure is, he helps me a lot, and let me stay in his mansion,” it was better to say close to his sire, because it was easier for him to keep an eye on him, “I hope you also had someone that helped you, because doing this alone, seems really scary.”

“I suppose most people categorize nice and polite as two separate things.”  For Beau, he always used his manners.  However, he was not exactly what many would describe as nice.  “Thank you for the kind words though, I shall try and work on my people skills.”  It tended to be hard, he often traveled alone and wandered the Earth alone.  Only time he didn’t was with Valentina and her sire.  Or when he was with Cyrano where he felt human again.

“That is lovely to hear, Mr. Desmond has always been a vampire I admire.”  Which was saying a lot since Beau was not exactly the biggest fan of his species.  “Unfortunately and I not have someone to help me.  I did find a person decades later that made life bearable again, but they were mortal and I could not in good conscience change them for my own selfish desires.”

It was a strange thing that happened in his brain as he continued to observe the vampire male, back and neck hunched over his arm, Jin naturally found himself inclining his own neck so that he could see the moment those sharp teeth punctured his skin. He found at this point it no longer hurt and instead immediately felt warm and numb as if the location had been doused in Novocain. He could know that this act was inherently dangerous, that there was a predator bleeding him slowly and yet his brain was so quick to dismiss the apparent danger because the predator itself was so gentile and handsome. 

Jin found himself watching with an intensity as Beau lifted his eyes and smirked at him, the heart beat in his chest seemed to double for a moment as those words and their implication sunk in for the human and he could no longer maintain that eye contact and looked away feeling coy under his watchful gaze. “Maybe not today,” Jin confirmed, feeling that if he had not already been drained of some blood that he might very well flush at the thought, “Next time we can try it,” he offered. “I’ve never been bitten there before,” and he was willing to attempt it but would likely need some time to mentally prepare himself and this was not that moment. “I’m starting to feel lightheaded,” Jin said to Beau. In truth, he’d been feeling lightheaded for a while now but had wanted to continue for as long as possible because it was this sensation that he had been chasing after. This light euphoric feeling that made his skin feel incredibly sensitive to the touch and seemed to loosen all the aches that normally plagued a very human body. 

The moment their eyes locked, Beau titled his head slightly curious as to what the other male might say about the inner thigh area.  Beau’s dark eyes gleamed with excitement at the thought of sinking his fangs into Jin’s inner thigh, to feel the blood pumping  between his lips.  However, it might have been too much for tonight's festivities and the vampire would appreciate Jin being hesitant.  After all, there was something sensual about that kind of biting.  “As you wish,” Beau responded.  Although somewhat disappointing, Beau would never push something onto someone.  “Only if you wish to try it, there is no pressure.”  Truly, there was not.  “Oh?  My apologies, I did not realize no one has bitten you there Mr. Jin.  Just know I would never do anything without your consent.”

Just as he thought about leaning in for another small bite, he heard the human’s words and pulled away.  “Alright, then we should quit for the evening.  Give you time to recuperate and gain back your strength.”  It was unfortunate, because Beau certainly could consume more blood.  But, he also didn’t have the need for it, just the desire.  “Is there anything I may do for you?  Shall I help you up and back to your place?  I do apologize, I honestly do not know the protocol on such things.”