Private Finished Vampires, vampires everywhere

"1333 Pacific Ocean Avenue..." Natasha muttered, looking up and down the cobble stoned street and at the building numbers again, not seeing a 1333 anywhere. There was 136 and 132, but no 133, and definitely not a 1333 like it said in the ad. Sighing in exasperation, Natasha actually stomped her foot in angry frustration.

This always happened to her, if an address was involved or following directions somewhere was involved, she almost always got lost or ended up taking forever to find the place. It did not matter if she took a map, used a GPS, or took a guide with her - something always seemed to happen. She was beginning to think that she was beyond directionally challenged, she was pretty sure now that somehow she was directionally cursed.

Turning around, deciding it was probably better just to go back to her hotel room and try tomorrow, Natasha found herself face to face with a handsome young man, no, not a man, vampire. Surprised at this, Natasha stared for a moment at him in wonder, she had not seen or met another vampire in decades.

"Your nose knows its nosferatus." Natasha replied with a laugh, amused at his indirectly obvious question about her origins. "And no, we haven't yet met, I'm not from here actually." she explained as she looked at Leandro. "I'm Natasha Lockwood, and I'm pleased to meet you Leandro."

“Yes,... I arrived, well, let’s see, almost a week ago tomorrow on the Empress Starlight,” she explained to Leandro, naming the boat that had brought her to the island from the Japanese port city of Yokohama.

“The island certainly is quite a brilliant place. A little confusing for the directionallly challenged like me, who always seems to be getting lost or turned around.” she admitted, and then, something occurred to her, “The streets don’t magically change direction, do they?” she asked Leandro very curiously, having read somewhere that an ancient magical city in Mexico was rumoured to have streets that could magically appear and disappear. It might also explain why she kept getting lost…

Taking Leandro’s proffered hand, Natasha smiled warmly at him, it had been quite a while that she had met someone as chivalrous as him. “You’re family is here? Wow, that’s sounds nice…” she remarked, guessing that he must either have a real old human family or he was a “real vampire”, and not like her, one who had been created. “Are they vampires too?” she inquired politely, not wanting to seem too rude or curious.

@Saber

When Leandro told her that the streets did not change direction, Natasha actually let out a sigh of frustration. It was her, she knew it. Her hopes that some outside force was responsible for her not finding the address were dashed. “Sorry, I was hoping I could blame not finding the address on bad luck and not my very messed up sense of direction.” she explained laughingly.

“And I’d appreciate it a lot, if you could help me out. I’m afraid at this rate, I’ll never find a place to rent.” she confessed, not liking this feeling of needing help constantly. She knew it was because it was new unknown territory, but that still didn’t make her feel less of a bimbo for not being able to read street signs and maps like everyone else.

Natasha smiled very warmly at Leandro when he told her about his large family. It was the one thing she missed, and the only thing she didn’t like about her life. All the people she had grown to love had passed on, leaving her alone, and every knew mortal person she met carried that risk of attachment and eventual death. To her a vampire family sounded lovely, that meant you always had a family to rely on and that cared about you.

“Your family sounds just lovely.” she told him, “I wish I had one like yours.” she said rather wistfully. “How many siblings do you have?” she asked now more curious about him and his family than finding a place to live.

@Saber

“I’m actually staying in a hotel near the pier. It’s pretty nice actually, and I could just stay there for a while if I had to.” Natasha admitted. She could afford staying there, even if it were indefinitely. Money was exactly an issue, vampires, if they were smart, could amass great wealth over time.But hotels weren’t homes, and she didn’t find them to be places you could live extended amounts of time in. or make one’s own.

“I was hoping to rent an apartment until I found a house on the island.” she told Leandro, “The hotel guy gave my some numbers of places to check out, and this last one seems a wild goose chase.”

“Ten siblings, that’s crazy!” Natasha remarked with a little laugh at the idea. Then, “No, not first time, just a very long time.” she replied grateful for his words and that he had somehow known that she was alone. “I’ve always sort of been on my own,” she added, “Even before I was turned.” she confessed feeling that she could admit this to Leandro for some reason. “My human mother had great aspirations for her daughter, and by the time I was 11, I was sent away to fulfil those dreams.” she said keeping her voice steady. It wasn’t something she really liked to remember, and so had chosen to forget until now.

“Classes on vampires? That’s amazing actually.” Natasha remarked, very surprised at this. “Vampire bloodlines? Does that mean I actually belong to some house or group of vampires? Or how does that work?” she asked Leandro, not sure somebody like her was the same as a vampire created or born from other vampires.

@Saber

"Could you? Oh, that would be splendid." Natasha stated, loving the idea when Leandro said he could ask the owner of his apartment building if he'd consider letting Natasha rent a unit there too. She had a definite feeling that Leandro would have a very nice apartment in a very nice building, and it'd be a place where she'd be happy to call her home.

Natasha thought about his words. She had never thought about what bloodline she was from before. It was an exciting, yet scary thought. What if she was from a line of bad evil vampires that were cursed or something worse? Or maybe she was from a very ancient and noble line, who knew... the idea really interested her. "If I know the name, or supposed name, human alias, of the vampire that turned me, does that help know which bloodline I'm from?" she asked Leandro earnestly.

"Well, on the paper it says 1333 Pacific Ocean Avenue. But I think it's an error since everything seems to be 132, 136,.. " Natasha told Leandro as she glanced down at the paper in her hand, "I thought it might be 133, but there are only even numbers on both sides of the street and it's weird, and, well, ... I'm confused..." she admitted with trying sigh.

@Saber