Jack, in his red leather jacket and slacks, his black, tight fitting silk shirt, his white and black leather shoes, and his red shades, pulled up a chair in a near by coffee shop known as the Second Stage. He looked around casually, his elbows resting on the table next to the window, and waited for her to arrive. He didn’t know why he was meeting her, but he had a strange feeling that she knew something about him or his other followers that must be recognized and eventually revealed.

So, he sat there, removing his shades and showing two blue/grey eyes, and running a hand through his almost short blond hair.

“This will be interesting,” he thought.

She walked up to the door of the cafe as he had asked her to. She was afraid and excited all at once . . "Jack" she whispered the name he chose to go by and opened the door.

Nastazia saw him and headed to him directly, she never took her eyes off his. Yes this was going to be fun.

He stared at her as she entered and at the same time, he ordered two hot tea's to the small intercom on the table. Once he was done, he welcomed her to the seat opposite of him.

“Finally! I’ve waited here for at least an hour…” he said sarcastically, raising his hands impatiently.

Jack smiled, eyeing her.

"Well I read a book that said that you should make a man wait . . its supposed to make me appealing" she said with a smile that grew wider as she looked at him.

"I get no hug, no kiss? My, my Jack aren't you holding out?" she said as she stared downward, looking at the floor. She looked up again and started to take her jacket off but decided against it when she started thinking about how long she intended to stay . . . .

"Appealing?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"Ah, I see what you mean. Yet somewhere I was told that I'm supposed to make the woman wait...to make myself more appealing."
Jack leaned back in his chair, about to laugh.

"You were late, so I will be also. Besides, my dear, I didn't know if you were going to stay long enough to let me appreciate you." he said, clearly having read her thoughts.

"and who exactly do you want to make yourself appealing for?" she asked actually becoming jealous and wondering what would he have to do . . he was already as appealing as sin.

She answered him mentally . . and just how would you enjoy me Jack, and why am I calling you that. Tell me your real name.

The thought of telling her his real name would be exposing the reality of who he really was and is. It would automatically tell her his childhood, his mortal life, his personal affairs, and his everything that would all be rolled up into one word, his name. She would know not just everything, but all the vampires he’s associated with and their futures and whereabouts as well. She would know the history of all histories and want to talk about it for hours to make sure it was all true. Yet, the strange thing was is that if he did want to tell her, he could without punishment. But what if she didn’t read his books? What if she didn’t care for books and never touched one in her life? To hell with it, he wouldn’t, he couldn't tell her.

Snapping back into time, he sighed and beckoned for her to sit.

“Everyone of course, especially for you. You have charm Nastazia, a beauty that excites me, a grace that enchants me, you’re a spell that pulls me towards your light…” he said most seriously, looking her in the eyes.

“Please, have a seat…”

She sat down at his whim and smiled at his attempt to throw her off topic . . why doesn't he trust me?

"You are definately the charmer here"she said as she looked at him again; he was so close yet so distant from here . . it made her uncomfortable, her wanting to kiss him and hit him at the same time.

"You won't tell me your name . . i'll not ask you again" she said firmly becoming more and more upset that he didn't want to share.

He laughed out loud, reading her thoughts. It was uncontrolable to not read what she was thinking.

"To tell you would put you in a possition that you have never felt before."

He felt bad for not telling her, for it was never hard with others. It was just amazing that she hadn't guessed it already. And, really, it was no big secret like he was making it out to be.

"Lelio was once a name I inherited from stage performances," If she didn't guess it, then she was definitly delirious. "That's not my name, but only a nickname, for I have many of them."

He watched as the waiter gave them their drinks. He could feel the hot steam on his cold skin when he debated on if he should tell her more.

"Lelio" she said, the word rolled off her tongue as if it were something smooth and creamy. Sudden realization hit her and she bit her lip with a smile.

"It's impossible" she said suddenly aware of what she just learnt . . they thought he was dead. All the people that followed him, they gave up. She was perplexed . . that would mean that he . . . that she.

She promptly fainted.

A beautiful woman in a short black dress, her long black hair swaying behind her with her every step. She put her black shades down onto the brim of her nose as her ice burg blue eyes sifting through the people when they came upon a gorgeous man standing next to a fainted woman. She walked up to him confidently, "Are you having trouble?" she asked him in her soft husky voice as she added a smile.

A beautiful woman in a short black dress, her long black hair swaying behind her with her every step. She put her black shades down onto the brim of her nose as her ice burg blue eyes sifting through the people when they came upon a gorgeous man standing next to a fainted woman. She walked up to him confidently, "Are you having trouble?" she asked him in her soft husky voice as she added a smile.

((sorry about the double posting Lelio told me to! lol))

He raised an eyebrow in her direction as she said the word "impossible" and chuckled to himself. He found his mysterious behavior very amusing and somewhat clever. And yet, as he had figured, she fainted from an idea of who he was.

Quickly, before the sight of mortal kind, he caught her before she had the chance to meet the floor. Holding her in his arms, he sat her down to a chair and reached over to a glass of water, sprinkling her face with tiny droplets of liquid. Once she was situated in her seat, he left her, sat at the opposite end of the table, and reached for a cigerrette and match.

"May I help you with something?" he asked the girl who had appeared before him with a cigarrette bobbing between his teeth. He slowly inhailed and looked straight ahead, resting his elbows on the table, and acting as if nothing had happened.

She opened her eyes by some sort of compulsion and my some strength that she had long abandoned. She still couldn't believe it was him.

Nastazia felt compelled to touch and satisfy that she did when she started to reach for his face. She stopped herself, not knowing whether it would be alright to continue but decided to do so anyway. She was stopped from her goal when she heard his voice . . . but it was not directed at her; she followed his gaze and looked at the young woman before him.

The woman looked at the man with a smirk of sarcasm. "Nice catch romeo!" she said raising an eyebrow. She looked at the woman in front of him at the table then looked back to him. "Nothing I just walked into the cafe and caught the glimps of you." she said pointing at him with her long black fingernail. She smiled as she stood there waiting for him to reply.

"It's Jack."
He turned to the stranger, raised a brow, and smirked.
He looked down at her figernail, then back to her face, "You can sit if you like.." he said as a chair slid back from the table waiting for one to sit without the assistance of anyone to move it.

Rolling his eyes to Nastazia, Jack ran both hands through his hair and wondered if these conversations would get anywhere at all.

"Well Lestat if you had not dilly daddled these conversations would be getting somewhere" she answered his thoughts out loud because they made her so angry.

She got up from where she was sitting and sat next to him, she decdied that wasn't enough so she mentally pulled out his chair and sat on his lap. She looked into his eyes as she felt herself being drawn to him.

"So, your Lestat" she smiled "Do you know who I am?" she laughed then and kissed him on the cheek lightly.

Matara sat down in the chair he pulled out with his mind. She saw the woman jump into Jack's lap, M's eyes turned black with jealousy. She concentrated on the Chair that Jack was sitting in and tipped it over with her mind making sure that Jack stayed in the chair, she giggled as the woman fell to the floor. She looked at JAck and smiled her eyes going back to thier natural blue color. "I'm Matara. Pleased to meet you." she said continueing to smile at him.
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