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Sir Arthur Hellsing ([personal profile] sir_arthurhellsing) wrote in [community profile] tampered2007-08-16 07:16 pm

Log: Complete

When; August 16th, Evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Arthur Hellsing [[livejournal.com profile] arthurhellsing] and Saya [[livejournal.com profile] repairedbywebs]
Summary; After having a nice chat over the network the two decide to meet for dinner at Pandora's despite the rainy weather.
Log;

It had been quite some time since Arthur had spoke with a woman who had enamored him so quickly. Not only was she beautiful but she was also witty and charming. Granted he knew there could be a catch but at this point he was willing to chance it. Women like Saya didn't come along everyday and he would be a fool to let the opportunity to get to know her slip away over what could potentially be nothing.

They had agreed to meet at seven and despite the fact it was raining Arthur managed to be there on time. His overcoat and shoes were a little wet but the umbrella had managed to keep him mostly dry. Now it was only the matter of awaiting his date's arrival.


[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Saya smoothed back her curls as she stepped out of Bumblebee. She thanked the car; a genuine thank you and walked out onto the sidewalk.

Two webs, fly. The thought alerted her to her tardiness. She didn't want to be late; she rather liked Arthur Hellsing, but the rain made her nervous. She slipped one hand to her necklace, smoothed her Oscar de la Renta, and stepped towards Pandora's, looking for Arthur.

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
She turned at the sound of her name and smiled, ducking under the offered umbrella. "Thank you," she said, the amount of relief she felt not expressed in her voice. She had long learned to keep her fear to herself, but she couldn't help to grip Arthur's elbow in an attempt to keep both her balance and her composure.

His scent hit her; smooth and clean and masculine. The way that real men smelled. She glanced him over and approved of his suit, it's clean lines, and said in her soft, whispering voice, "You look very charming, tonight."

To her surprise, it wasn't a lie.

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
She let him guide her and nodded slightly as they were led to their table. "I try." She sat down and her senses turned directly to him. He seemed very casually sure of himself. She knew he had been rich, and she knew that it bred certainty, but this man had something different.

She caught her long fingers around each other - human hands were ceaselessly fascinating - and asked, "So what does your family do, besides maintain carefully cultivated charm and a nobility title?"

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
She did try. She liked her fashions because they comforted her. She never felt a need to be beautiful except that beauty attracted prey. Sometimes it took more effort to make sure she was turned out.

"Traditionally vampire hunters?" She cocked her head and a slight flutter under her skin let her know that she was secreting adrenaline. Hunters never stuck to one species; hunters were always something to watch for.

She turned the question; "Of course; what with your vampire servitor, back in the house. I trust you're nothing terribly supernatural?" It wouldn't matter if he was. She didn't want to drink his blood anymore.

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"I see," Saya whispered slightly. She had only met one hunter before and he had wound up cocooned and bound in her back room. She drained him two days later, when she was hungry enough.

Human politeness dictated slight touch on dates; but the male had to engage it. She wasn't very good at body language. She asked as she moved her long fingers over the table, "How old are you, Arthur?"

Age didn't matter much to her, but wasn't that the kind of thing people asked on dates? Her fingers moved like her legs, long and snapping before they went completely still.

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Her fingers found his palms, and something clicked in her head.

It wasn't uncommon for her kind to live for long stretches of time. If she dissolved into a thousand spiders and they all infested another body, she could continue herself in a presumably endless wave of Saya. There was a reason her species were referred to as body snatchers.

His skin was cool and lovely, like a carapace. She knew her fingers were overly hot - it was a side effect of her human body, a sort of compensation. She smiled and for the first time since she had met him, it was a real smile, the kind of smile that lit up her entire face. "That doesn't bother me, if you were worried," she told him. "I can tell you a great secret; dead things, live things, none of it bothers me, if I find myself interested enough."

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
She dipped her head once.

"Your daughter is young then, to be so surprised. Surprise...I understand. But I do not feel it much."

It was slow, and it was real, and it was truth. What was happening here? She hadn't been so fascinated with a human since she was twenty, and she had eaten him. "I do not feel much of anything." She laughed.

"Do you guess what I do?"

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
Saya's fingers moved slowly, creating patterns in Arthur's palm. "A woman of my intelligence," she cocked her head in an odd motion. Her eyes had been drawn to the helix of his upper ear. She leaned over slightly. "I'm a mechanical engineer."

It wasn't bragging - it was fact. "You're so used to supernatural things, Sir Arthur...I don't think I'm all that impressive." She felt the truth press against her. "That's not modesty, or self-pity." Her voice went softer. "There are things I do not like, because of the way I am."

She wondered if that made any sense. She was hungry, and when she got hungry, it became difficult to translate what the spider in her head said. "You think I'm beautiful, and I think you're charming. Let me say that it's rare I find anyone who is so fascinating to me, dead or alive."

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
She found herself smiling again.

"You're welcome." She turned slightly and stood up, leaning over the table to brush her lips against Arthur's forehead. She smiled the way she smiled at prey, but only out of habit. His skin was cool, so cool against her lips.

She settled back down. "You must forgive me, for that. I get a bit impetuous, when I get hungry."

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Instead of staying seated, she stood up and took his hand in hers. "Forget dinner," she said, realizing that it would be pointless for the both of them. "I want to show you something."

She was starving, but solid food wouldn't do her any good. She hadn't caught anything out of the simple fact that she didn't have any time. The rain that day had daunted her from hunting, even if she was dizzy.

"I have to admit," she began and she stepped forward, her legs slipping out of the slit in her dress as she moved, "That I may have given you the wrong impression."

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
As they got out into the street she ducked under his umbrella, clinging to him out of necessity. "I haven't lied to you; not really, in any case," she began as she pulled him across the Square and towards the warehouse. Every time the water brushed against her skin she flinched slightly. The spider buzzed in her head.

Fearfearfearfearfearfearaffectionfearfearfeartwowebsfear.

She pulled him into the warehouse, it's dry safety reassuring. She smiled at him again. "I'm not human," she admitted after a moment, slipping her heels off.

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
She paused; just long enough to make the spider shut up for a moment.

"I'm a werespider."

She waited for him to turn around and leave. That would be easiest. If he stayed, her emotions might actually begin to emerge, to knot themselves around this man. It had happened to her mother; she knew it could happen to her.

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
The word werewolf made her shake her head. It snapped her out of everything - he was still here.

"No, not like a werewolf," she replied. "I mean; I can turn into a spider, and I have a war-form, like a werewolf, but I'm not base, or ferocious, or fueled by my emotion." She paused and thought about it. "I don't know much about other worlds. But I've found in some worlds people are made into werewolves; humans are bitten, or injected with lycanthropy." She turned. "I was born like this. This is what I am."

She smiled up at him; it was a calm sort of smile. "Passion is not my forte, Arthur. I apologize for this sudden announcement, but I felt, as it were, it needed to be said. I would not want you thinking that I was normal, only to find out in months that it was a lie." She moved forward slightly, seeing if he would reject the space between them. "You are the most fascinating human I've met."

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
She could feel the cracks in her hunger settling into place.

"Would you still be interested in pursuing me?"

She liked to know where she stood.

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
She smiled slightly. "If I were to pursue a relationship with another Ovid - another spider," she began carefully, "I would be killed." She caught her fingers together. "Shifters in my world can only be with humans. Otherwise we're committing a crime against nature."

She watched him. He was genuinely thinking - he was not fleeing.

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
He was technically dead. But he was here, not rotting, not falling to pieces, genuinely worried.

Only her brother genuinely worried about her.

She smiled again. "I don't care," she said, and she meant it. "Didn't I tell you that earlier?"

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
"As long as it doesn't bother you that I'm twenty-five," she said, stepping forward to meet him halfway, "and that I live in a warehouse with a talking car," she reached for his hands, taking them in her own, "then we're set, aren't we?"

She smiled truly. Human things.

[identity profile] repairedbywebs.livejournal.com 2007-08-17 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
It was his coolness she would remember that night, later, when she was building her sylie and finally getting dinner she had managed to catch when they had come seeking shelter from the rain. As a spider, the feelings were muted even more, but she remembered how cool his skin had been against her own.

She bid him a fair goodnight and watched him disappear into the night.