Greetings to all my visitors ... I am here to meet ppl with similar interests and help those I can ... Should thou start off asking me "ASL", or any derivative of that, then I shall vanish instantly ... Just as in real life, I value proper etiquette ... At least try to get to know me before asking!!! ... Please understand that I clean out my messages periodically ... Do not take it personally if I delete thy message ... tis a space issue ... Additionally, if I do not speak with thee for a month or more, I delete thee off my buddies list ... Again, tis a space issue ... If thou wish to be added again, just message me ... Generally I do not add a Guest until after I speak with thee 2-3 times ... Again, tis just a way that I manage my lists ... TY and enjoy thy time within my haven ... And, PLEASE NO CHAIN LETTERS/MESSAGES!!! This will earn thee the distinction of being blocked.
Rising from his slumber, the moonlit night washes over him highlighting the paleness of his skin. Donning the attire he most often prefers, he enters the washroom as he fastened the last button on his shirt. The image reflected back in the washroom mirror is of a weather-beaten, young man who has seen more in life than he cares to admit. Splashing water on his face is his effort to rid himself of the years and wash the sleep from his eyes. The pain of hunger rips through his bowel, as an insidious reminder that he cannot go another night without feeding. Draping the shawl over his shoulders, he wraps himself in his coachman’s cloak and steps into the night.
Walking down the road, he hurried to leave the area near his home. Feeding near one’s haven is not wise or prudent. He slowed his pace as he begins to feel at a safe distance. He has moved to this area not too long ago. This territory is claimed by a group who take issue with new kindred feeding within its boundaries. Making time to seek and audience with the Coven leader should have been the first priority. This is the customary thing to do, but in the back of his mind he is not even sure if he means to stay. The risk he takes is that of being labeled a Rogue, a Ronin, and thus subject to a blood hunt. Clearly, an activity that should be avoided but the drive to feed impairs ones reasoning. Playing the role of a noble and gallant visitor is preferred over an attempt at outrunning a horde of Kindred.
The night was young and as is his manner, he finds himself approaching the town graveyard. He often finds them rich in history and filled with a certain gothic romance. Graveyards are usually a boundary mark for some coven or collective. If an encounter with the locals is to ensue, it would most probably happen here. Sure enough, his experience serves him well. He can feel the presence of a group of kindred. They are too far off to sense his own presence for they are but young Vamplings, unescorted by an elder. He keeps to the cobblestone road where the street lights cast his shadow in all directions.
As he approaches the west end of the graveyard, on his right, he is acutely aware of the group of Vamplings creeping slowly along the other side. There are approximately twelve of them, mostly “children”, young in their new life. They are clearly so intoxicated with their new powers that they are not aware of him. Without warning, he catches a scent. A woman approaches. Nay, a female Vampling, older than the others, yet not a Sire nor and elder. He cannot seem to get a bearing on her. Where is she?!?
He turns with swift stealth to face this young dark one. Startled by what he sees, he takes a moment to orient himself to the beauty of her face. Her angelic smile and dark eyes, empty and sad. Full, luscious red lips, framing erotic fangs. With quick haste, she is upon him, pushing him against the wall and pinning his arms down beneath his cloak! As swiftly as she came to him, she slows her attack and begins to study his face. He appears younger than he is. The smooth lines of his face, the well-groomed, black goatee, his seductive, bedroom eyes. She slightly loosens her grip, but it is too late, her error is made. She falls towards the concrete wall, for she had no time to react, but before her face is gritted against the hard surface, he catches her. She is confused, he moved so fast it was as though he had vanished.
Slowly he turns her to face away from him. As he embraces her from behind, she struggles but to no avail. “The tides have turned, my young dark mistress … you are sweet and tender, and can easily be a morsel … but why have you chosen me as prey … Why would you accost me, one who is more than willing to break tradition and befriend another kindred???” Her silent expression slowly changes as her cocky controlled presence erodes into powerlessness and then fear. He now has her pinned, much as she had him, just moments earlier. He tilts her head to one side, she pulls back, with noteworthy resistance. She refuses to surrender her neck. Her gaze completely focused on him and bearing exquisitely chiseled fangs, he tears at the top of her shroud exposing a beautifully defined clavicle draped in alabaster skin; the bone, surrounded by supple flesh. Without a moments hesitation he drove his sharpened incisors to begin the flow of crimson nectar followed by his canines to grip firmly his newest dark victim.
Drawing deeply, he comes close to draining her. Her anguish is hard, she moans in terror sensing that her end is near. With a quick turn of his head, he releases her. Her body falls. He turns to watch as she hits the pavement hard. Her breathing is quick and shallow but pronounced. “Alas, sweet young dark one, I shall forgive you this time”. He turns to face away from her and rejoices in the sound of her short breath. “You came to ME this night, but be forewarned, next we meet I will not be so forgiving!” As he speaks his last syllable, he realizes that her breathing had stopped. “Damn, could I have killed her?!” He turns to retrieve the corpse, she is gone! No trace to be had. “This cannot be! She was too weak to have moved on her own … We shall meet again, dark mistress, we SHALL me again!”
Searching the area and reaching out with his Vampiric sense, he has found no trace of her, nor of the cluster of young ones that had been in the graveyard, just moments earlier. The only explanation is that they came and took her. They rescued her from him, as though he would have actually been capable of killing her. This group of Vamplings, moved swiftly and nearly undetected, but his vampiric sense locked onto their quick retreat. She was the strongest among them, so they would not have dared challenge him in the open. At least not without another elder or sire present as backup.
He had fed from another of his kind, a Kindred. This would not be enough to quell his hunger. He would have to continue on the hunt. He made haste, and in no time he came upon a tavern in a neighboring village. The stench of stale wine and ale drew him to the building. Just outside the establishment were several patrons. These undesirables were held upright by the wall since their own balance and gate had been compromised by their overindulgence of brew. He has no interest in drunkards, so he pressed on and entered the tavern.
The Tavern was a good one. Business for the bar keep and his wife, was quite lucrative. In their employ, they had several beautiful bar wenches, but the jewel amongst them all is Graciela. A tall, olive complexioned, slender girl of about twenty-two years of age who’s smile brightened any darkened heart. Her caramel colored hair, radiant with a beautiful sheen, hung to just above her waist.
The tavern drew business from many neighboring towns. Graciela commuted nightly from one of them. She was particularly pleased with herself this night, for the owners, in their effort to keep business flowing and provide for a diverse clientele, asked her to prepare a particular dish from her village. It had turned out well and they were running out quickly.
Graciela came out from the kitchen with her radiant smile and scanned the room of patrons. There was a new face in the crowd. A young man sat at the table by the window. Draped in a black shawl and a black coachman’s cloak, he sat patiently waiting for service. It is the very table that is customarily hers to wait on. Judging purely on how he was dressed, she did not expect to make much gratuity from him. She walked by, heading to the bar to retrieve a tray, trying desperately hard not to be too obvious of her interest and curiosity in him. He appears to be a few years older than she, with olive complexion similar to her own. His eyes were dark as pitch, but there was a glow of confidence and wisdom within them. His hair was long and dark. The receding hairline added to the air of wisdom that he carries.
Once she had her tray, she looked straight into his eyes and with clear determination she made her way to his table. Despite other patron’s raised hands, she walked straight to him. Just as she arrived at his table, she caught a glimpse of a shadowed silhouette in the window with glowing amber eyes. Startled, she drops her tray just in front of him and lets out a small yell. He turns quickly to see what frightened her, but whatever it was had vanished. By the time he turns back to give her his attention the room had grown silent, the barkeep’s wife was consoling Graciela and all eyes were on them. He bends down and picks up the tray. “Are you all right, young one?”, he inquires with genuine concern. “Yes, but those eyes … they were glowing!” she says. He turns once more and looks out the window. They are here! They followed him. Scanning the front yard, he was able to count five, one elder and four vamplings, all completely hidden from mundane eyes.
One of the vamplings in his overzealousness, allowed himself to be seen by the bar wench. Staring straight into the wood line, right through the trees that conceals them, he focuses on the elder. He is surprised to find that he is older and stronger than this elder. Slowly the elder turns and stares right back at him. He is caught by surprise and blinks. In that moment the elder moves and vanishes. He has not gone, he has moved out of sight.
“Is there anyone out there!” the barkeep cried out. “Nay, only the village drunkards” he replies. “Aye, he’s right! There aint no one out there Blake” another patron yells out. “Fine, enough with the commotion, please everyone, enjoy the dinner!”, Blake, the barkeep yells out. The young stranger rises and wraps himself with his shawl and prepares to exit the Tavern. He knew that if he did not address this issue now it would not be good for anyone. “Stranger, where you going?!”, Blake shouted “We have plenty of wine and food!”. “Do not worry yourself, barkeep, my money is meant to be spent here. I have business to attend to and I have just been reminded that it cannot wait.”. Pulling from his purse, several gold pieces, more than enough to secure food and lodging for several nights. He slaps them on the table. “I shall tell you what, my dear sir. Pour a glass of wine for each patron and employee here, and I shall return to share it with you in no time. This is my word!”. A resounding “HAZA” came from all the patrons. Blake was dumbstruck and immediately ordered casks of his best wine to be opened. Graciela was taken by the young man’s generosity and she realized that she grossly misjudged him.
Stepping into the cold night air he can sense their presence in the courtyard. The drunkards were clueless and could not realize that they were surrounded by dangerous creatures of the night. Fortunately for them, most kindred do not feed on intoxicated blood. All five Kindred were now hidden in the wood line. They are masters of the skill of stealth. Quickly he makes his way down the road to draw then away from the tavern. He is concerned with the safety of those in the tavern after all, their fate is his to decide.
Not far down the road stands a tall slender figure. It is the Elder. He blocks the path but his stance is not menacing at all. The Elder looks deeply into his eyes as if “reading” him through the use of his mind gift. But, Ethereal shields exist for a purpose. The Elder realizes that he is not strong enough to penetrate the visitor’s shields.
“Greetings, My Lord!” speaks the Elder. “I am sent by my master to ensure your safety, welcome you to our domain and extend an invitation to celebrate the evening with him. Would it be your pleasure to accept his invitation, m’lord?” As the Elder speaks, the visitor becomes acutely aware that the other four have taken their positions surrounding him in a tight circle. These are very young Vamplings, all too eager to challenge the strange visitor. “My Lord, tell your master that I am honored and flattered by his offer of hospitality. I have business to attend within the walls of this Tavern and once I have concluded this, I will be more than happy to join him within his haven”. The young visitor becomes aware that the Elder was getting irritated. It was due to the actions of the young Vamplings and not to his words. Suddenly he felt a wave of anger originating from the Elder and directed at the Vamplings. They held back and lowered their gaze. He was not pleased with their clear intentions. “My Lord, please forgive my young travel companions they are but mere fledglings. I will carry your noble words to my master. Please enjoy your evening in our domain. Be assured that no harm will come to you. Be well, m’lord. Until we meet again!”. As he turned to walk away, the Vamplings vanished into the wood line. It was quite easy to trace their retreat through the woods and the visitor knew exactly where their master’s haven was located. ‘Sloppy’, he thought ‘these kindred and their group or coven are not very sophisticated. I am sure they can be taken down easily’. Making his way back to the tavern, he took notice in how the air had changed with the departure of the kindred. Taking a moment before entering the building, he fills his nostrils with a deep breath of cold air. The scents and the cold remind him of a once valued, mundane life that has faded into history. Pushing the door open he enters the tavern to be greeted by a cheering inebriated crowd happy for his return. Such fools, if only they knew that they invite death to play with them.
Returning to his table, he removes his cloak and sits. Graciela approaches him with tray in hand, “ .. is everything ok, my lord?? Were you able to find what it was, my lord??”. Her innocence and naïveté were charming to him. Which is unusual for him since he normally finds it grotesque and revolting. He would no sooner rip her throat out and drink of her than sit there and listen to her mundane character. But it is different with her. She is beautiful. “No, all is well. I found nothing. I believe that the reflection of the candlelight in the window confused you and you were mistaken in what you saw”. She hesitated, but accepted his explanation as plausible. “Now, what can I get for you, my lord?!?” He ordered wine and water and the rarest slab of beef that they would serve. Despite the sizeable helping that he consumed, this meal did little to address his hunger. As she cleaned the table, Graciela was clear about her attractions to this young visitor. “My lady, is there a place within this establishment where I can be alone, finish my wine and gather my thoughts before I continue on my travels??”.
“Aye m’lord, permit me a moment while I finish my task and secure the key to a master suite. The barkeep might require a fee for the space”, she added. “I am not concerned for the charges the barkeep requires. I am sure the pieces that I left will keep him happy, but if not I can secure more.” Money has never been something that had been an issue for this visitor. It was a simple matter to procure more whenever he needed it. He poured a fresh cup of wine and sat back to wait for the bar wench.
She returned promptly with a dimly lit lantern and a key. “The barkeep asked me to inform you, m’lord, that he is delighted to have you enjoy the hospitality of the Regent’s Suite. It is the grandest room in the Inn and there are secret passages leading to and from the room itself. I mean, I have never had cause to use them. Nor have I ever been in the room. But the girls that clean and maintain the room for the Regent, have told me of such things.” He enters the room and is pleased with his surroundings. It is typical of the time; a plush hide-away for a wealthy dignitary to escape the daily dregs of his mundane existence.
Once again he removes his coat and shawl and becomes more comfortable. He is relaxed and assured that he will not be disturbed here. He sets down the carafe of wine and plops himself onto a velvet covered chase lounge. “I shall be taking my leave now, m’lord.” Graciela announces as she diverts her stare and looks down at the floor. “Is there anything else that you require, this evening, m’lord??” From his seat he finds her gaze and she looks deeply into his eyes. Unable to look away she watches as he rises from his seat effortlessly. Wine glass in hand he approaches her and reaching out with his free hand, he cups the back of her neck as he pulls her towards him.
[TBC]
Coffee House Prey
By Rhiakath
He enters the coffee shop where he routinely purchases his cup of java. This night, Kate is on. Kate is a beautiful strawberry redhead who is working her way through nursing school. She is always cheery and greets all her customers with a wonderful smile which radiates out from under her glasses.
Whenever he walks into the shop, and their eyes meet, she displays the most soothing wonderful smile that takes him back to an emotional memory. He has been removed from these “memories” for some time and has difficulty formulating them. Residual human memories are a struggle. He longs to decipher the fragments, yet they elude him. Kate has intrigued him since first they met, but he can usually leave the shop with no second thought of her.
This night, he stands in a longer line than usual, and has become fixated on Kate’s brilliance and Prana. He knows what this means. Each time that he encounters a human, who captivates him like this, he turns them or preys upon them. Usually, the choice is made by how much they resist. This time he chooses a more “romantic” approach.
He orders his beverage and sits outside in the dark humid night. At closing, Kate locks the door behind her and is surprised to see him still there. She approaches his table and asks if she could sit for a few minutes. He agrees and smiles as he revels in the idea that he has her. Placing her backpack and purse on a chair, she sits on the adjacent chair expecting to not stay for very long. She has worked a long day and is preparing her final projects for the end of the semester.
“How have you been, My Lady?”, he asks in a mesmerizing, soft voice. Her excitement rose slightly. She is confused by the impact that his words have on her. She recognizes that she is tired and has much work ahead of her, but here she sits and here she stays. As he spoke his question, Kate noticed for the first time that this enigmatic customer has very long incisors. She decides that it is a bit strange but intriguing just the same. “I’ve been ok. The semester is coming to a close and I am up to my ass in projects and final assignments. I aced my lab final the other day, so I should be fine in my A&P class . . .”
“So, tell me about yourself”, Kate said. “I really don’t know you well; I just know that you are very pleasant and nice to all of us in the coffee shop.” Leaning into her, he looks deeply into her eyes, “Based on the little that you do know about me, what would you surmise?” Surprised by his response, she felt a little uncomfortable and confused, “What do you mean? I don’t know much of anything about you!” He sensed her withdrawal and decided to appease her inquiry. “Ok, ok . . ." sitiing back in his chair," you are right, I am being unfair . . . Well where shall I start, I was raised on a tropical island in the Caribbean and have traveled to many cities. I am the eldest son of an old noble family, so I was raised with aristocratic values.”
Placing her hand on her chin and now feeling a bit more comfortable, Kate leans in towards him and is intrigued by his choice of words. “Hmm, ‘noble’ and ‘aristocratic’, those are an interesting choice of words. What do you mean, by that?” He took her question as a challenge to his “god given rights to nobility”. It angered him, but he kept this emotions concealed. This event sealed Kate’s fate. Through his eyes, he now sees her as prey. “Well, I was raised in an … hmm, I guess the best word would be affluent family. All my family members were well educated and at one point we owned many acres of land, giving us much political power.” He could feel both his hunger and anger growing, but he was not quite ready to take her. The coffee shop is located in an area that was too open to scrutiny. He did not want to chase her and wanted this to be as easy as he knew it could be. He decided to change the subject and place the focus on her. “What about you? You want to be a healer, why?” She sat back in her seat and sought the comfort of the chair. “Well, it’s just something that I want to do”. “Several of my family members are in the healthcare profession and I guess I just have an innate affinity for it”. Kate looks down at her watch and realizes its getting late. He noticed this behavior and it made his intolerance of her grow. “Hey, listen … I am going to have to go. I really enjoyed speaking with you, maybe we can do this again sometime!?!” She stood and began gathering her belongings.
She has taken the control of the situation. It was all he could bear to hold back his reaction. “No”, he exclaimed, and before she could react, he was standing next to her. He had gripped her arm and for the first time, Kate realized how cold his touch is. She looked down at his grip and quickly looked up at him. His eyes were empty and pitch as black. His fangs were clearly visible and menacing. Kate became overwhelmed with a foreboding fear. She stepped to one side which released his grip on her. “What are you doing”, she exclaims. He realizes that he has ‘tipped his hand’. Her anxiety is building and she is acutely focused on leaving. “Um, I am sorry! Please forgive me, My Lady. It’s just that I became fearful that you would abandon me so quickly. I am enjoying our time together and would feel great sorrow if it were to end so soon.” Kate is still a bit shaken by his touch and the strength by which he held her. “Well, I am flattered, but I must be on my way. My parents will begin to worry and I don’t have time for their constant complaints. Maybe we can get together some other time.” She said this, but she knew that this is not something she would ever pursue. Placing her backpack over her shoulder and securing her purse, Kate looked up to say good night one last time. He was gone! He had vanished, as if he had never been there. Kate looks around wondering what direction he went off in. She scans her surroundings and sees nothing. How strange, she thought as she walks towards the alleyway that leads to the rear parking lot.
Standing on the rooftop of the strip mall inwhich the coffee shop is located, he looks down upon her. She is making her way to her car. His hunger growing with every breath he draws. She has angered him deeply. How dare she decide to end the evening? He had not the chance to enchant her. The rear parking lot was deserted and ideal for a hunt. He jumps down and rests against the side of the building. His vampyric senses have just come to life. He can feel her heart beating faster and harder. He moves closer to the corner of the building just behind a small shrub. He closes his eyes and in his mind he can see her walking down the alley. The image he sees is a glowing silhouette of his prey’s heat signature. As she comes closer his excitement begins to climb. He can hardly contain himself as she passes right by him without so much as a notice.
He waits for her just around the next corner. Her heart is racing; she was a bit shaken by his response. The flood of emotions that overtook her subsided into mild anxiety, which motivated her to quickened her pace as she returned to her car. Fumbling in her purse for her keys, she does not notice him standing just around the corner as she passes. Suddenly, her peripheral vision catches a glimpse of a lone figure against the wall. She turns quickly, nothing there. She nods her head, “. . . Get a grip, woman. He is just a man, an incredibly attractive man, but still just a man”. She finds her keys as she is at the door to her car. She looks up to find that he is leaning on the car. “Oh, you startled me! How did you get here so fast, you were just in front of the shop”! “Just as you did, I got up and walked here.” he explained. “But I didn’t see you pass!?!”, she says. “. . . and yet here I am . . . Here, My Lady, allow me to open your door!” Kate is a little more than spooked and is beginning to question not just her own thinking but his intentions and motives. He takes the keys from her hand proceeds to snap the key off in the lock. “Oh. My … that was stupid! That wasn’t suppose to happen.”, he says with a mischievous smile on his face. “Oh, Great, oh great … I can’t believe that you just did that!” Her mounting fear turned to anger. "Now I will have to call my parents and AAA." Removing her cell phone from her purse, dialing her home number, she says, “God I hope that they have paid the last AAA bill.” She was quite frustrated with him and wished that she had not sat down with him in front of the shop. “I can wait with you, if you wish”, he said with an impish tone in his voice. Kate had had quite enough, “No, thank you, let me just finish making these calls. I would prefer to be alone now. My parents and boyfriend are on there way. I’ll be ok.” She picks up her purse and pulls out her AAA card. As she dials the number she realizes that he has vanished again.
Having left a message for her parents and secured a request for service from AAA, Kate hangs up the phone and is startled to find that he is right behind her. As she steps, back she says, “How do you do that? I mean it’s as though you move so fast that I can’t even see you move. You are scaring me. You’ve been doing this all night haven’t you?” The quiver in her voice let him know that her anxiety is on the rise. “Look at me, Kate”, he says, “Look closely, dearest Kate, do you honestly think that I could do what you are accusing me of? Do I really look like someone that moves so quickly, as to be undetectable”. Kate was now looking deeply into his eyes; she focused so intently that she realized that he has no pupils. His irises were just large pools of darkness. Deep within them she could see herself. He came closer and closer. She was fixed on his eyes as if she could look in no other direction. She drops her bags and her cell phone slides out onto the pavement. He came to her and embraced her in his arms. She continued to look deeply into his eyes as the world around her melted away. She no longer felt fear. Kate thought that she was actually going to be ok. She had called her parents and AAA and they would meet her at her car within the hour.
Deeply into his eyes she continued to stair. She felt safe, secure and free from the current problem that she was just attempting to resolve. She gave no thought to the fact that her belongings were now carelessly left on the pavement. She closes her eyes momentarily to allow her comfort and ease to envelop her whole body. As she opens her eyes, she feels the slight pressure of tender lips pressing against hers. ‘He is kissing me’, her thoughts begin to race again. She finds that it is the most seductive, tender kiss that she has ever had. She returns the embrace and begins to kiss him back. She tilts her head back to take a breath and suddenly becomes aware that they are no longer standing on the pavement of the parking lot. She looks down to see that they are floating far above the small strip mall. She throws her arms around his neck to hold on and begins to scream.
Bearing fangs wet with anticipatory salivation, he buries his fangs into her neck. Her pain is excruciating and she passes out. He gently lands on the rooftop, fangs still embedded. He draws the crimson nectar from her wound. It slowly makes its way down his throat and nourishes every cell within his body. He continues to draw with immeasurable strength and can feel her heart begin the spasms of coronary failure. She is totally limp. The pink tone that highlighted her skin begins to leave her flesh. She coughs ever so slightly and he stops his feeding. He looks down on her and for a brief moment, stroking her hair, he considers turning her. Her soothing smile is gone. Her life spark is withering. She is an empty shell. “Kate!! Where are you Kate. It’s Mom! I am here.” The woman’s voice grounded him and he realized that he would need to make haste in order to finish and dispose of the evidence. He again looked down at Kate. She was just barely alive and her breath was very shallow. He lifted her limp body in his arms and again bit into her neck. She opened her eyes one last time and gasped a final breath. Her eyes grew dark as her pupils dilated widely. She was gone!
He looked over the edge of the building. The AAA guy was already working on the car. Two older adults, a woman and a man were nervously looking around the property calling out for Kate. These were her parent. They had found her belongings near the car abandoned. It was their first indication that things were not ok. He could feel their fear and nervousness. The mother was on her cell phone with the police urging them to come quickly. He looked down at Kate’s corpse. Her glasses were slightly tilted on her face. He lifted her up and glided to the opposite side of the car that the repair man was working. As he set her down, propped up against the car, he licked her wounds. They quickly healed. To look upon this corpse, one would see no evidence of foul play. He kissed her one last time. He stood and melted into the darkness.
The following evening he entered the coffee shop as he had done many times before. It was a short line but he could feel the somber tone of the staff. “Good evening everyone. May I have a Venti, mild please?” “Sure, sir. Would you like some room for cream”? “Yes, please. Why such a sorrowful mood?”, he asks. “One of our staff members was found murdered last night! Right here in the rear parking lot”, she exclaimed. “Oh, my word!”, he asked, “Who was it? If I may ask?” Rachel the shop manager came out from behind the counter and explained that Kate had been found dead at her car on the previous night. She explained that no one saw her leave with anyone or saw her speak to anyone between the shop and her car. As she finished her words, he noticed tears flowing from her eyes. Rachel is usually a very cheery young woman with a brilliant smile and captivating Life Force. His fixation began to grow almost immediately. “I am so sorry for your loss, dear Rachel! What time do you get off, maybe I can be of some comfort”. As the last syllables left his mouth, a boyish / impish smile grew upon his lips.
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