HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Apr 10, 2023 20:23:21 GMT
It seemed like he had the patience of a saint when it came to Ayla. He tolerated things that he would have fired his employees for, but he was running out of excuses for her now. At first he could gloss over things by telling himself it was because she was new or because she had just arrived in America, but in reality she wasn’t a right fit for the job. He’d truly never met someone so clumsy. The woman could trip over thin air. She had smashed countless glasses and sent a top shelf bottle of whiskey tumbling to the floor. Each time she would apologise with tears almost brimming in her eyes and despite protests from other employees he still hadn’t fired her. Ayla managed to tug on his heartstring. He wasn’t an idiot though. He knew exactly why he had been keeping her around. She was a weak connection to Evelyn, but since their first meeting Ayla hadn’t sneezed herself into the skin of Evelyn. Hector couldn’t decide whether he was thankful or disappointed about that, but he’d been thinking about it a lot since it happened. The nameless women he invited to his bed wouldn’t fill that void either. Magnus had found comfort in Jo it seemed, but Hector yet to find the same. He was convinced that the wound had healed over centuries ago, but it was still there. Partial healed, but a few scratches and it would open back up again. It sent his emotions into overdrive to the point it felt he had lost control over them. There was a loud crash from his office, but he didn’t jump up from his seat at the bar to rush and see what had happened. Ayla was in there cleaning, so no doubt she had knocked something over. He was dreading to see what she had managed to smash this time. With hesitation he pushed open the office door, his eyes quickly inspecting his surroundings to see what was lying on the floor in smithereens. He let out a barely audible sigh of relief when he realised it was just a glass. “Just leave it… I’ll pick it up. Don’t want you hurting yourself.” He didn’t want her opening a vein if Linc was within sniffing distance. He moved past Ayla and started to pick the pieces up off the floor when he heard her sneeze. At first he didn’t want to look up, just in case, but after a few seconds he turned his head to look at Ayla. This time he let out a louder sigh as he got to his feet, “Still not got a grip on this shape shifting business then?” Who knows what she would be like if she was hit with a winter cold. AYLA KIRAZ |
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AYLA KIRAZ
Shapeshifter
Posts: 41
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Oct 30, 2024 19:44:40 GMT
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Post by AYLA KIRAZ on May 1, 2023 15:42:49 GMT
 ━ kadınlar beğenince değil, güvenince âşık olur ━
But what good was the land of opportunity if Ayla squandered each one?
Gosh, she was useless. She couldn’t even tidy her boss’s desk without breaking something. This was outside of her job description; she was doing it because she wanted to be nice to Hector! Thank him for keeping her here despite her inability to do anything.
Her supervisor━Kit (strange name, she thought)━was very patient with her. Each night Ayla worked and it began to grow busy, he tried to work with her and show her how everything was done. Where all the sides were━lime, lemon, salt, sugar━but Ayla always managed to knock over one of the bowls when she tried to make a drink. Then, upon attempting to clean up, she’d usually elbow the shaker filled with the drink. More than once, he’d caught it mid-air with amazing reflexes. Eventually, though, he began asking Ayla to do odd jobs during the rush of customers━she thought it was just to get her out of the way, and she didn’t blame him.
It was easier to lift things off Hector’s desk as she went, instead of piling them up on the ground. She’d likely step on something. Unfortunately, her idea of “taking detailed care” didn’t mean anything. The glass was on the floor, and Ayla was whispering Turkish expletives. She was so lost in herself that she didn’t hear Hector approach, either, and jumped when he did, nearly punching his (very expensive-looking) paperweight with her spray bottle.
“Oha! I am very sorry,” She puffed, bending to pick up the shattered pieces scattered around her shoes. Hector stopped her before she could, though, and Ayla sighed again and left the glass, straightening up once more. “Yes. Is best.” Ayla nodded sadly and pressed the back of her palm to her forehead. Unfortunately, her rag dangled from the same hand, the fabric tickling her nose, dust feathering down.
The sneeze came before she could hold it in. Ayla tucked her face into the crook of her elbow just in time, and though it would stop the spread of germs, it would not stop the change. She didn’t have to guess who she’d become again, especially with the look in Hector’s eyes when they met hers.
The sigh only made her feel worse. Ayla’s stomach dropped, her eyes beginning to fill with tears as she dropped the rag and bottle on Hector’s desk defeatedly. He was so disappointed in her, she knew it already, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Ayla covered her borrowed face for a moment and sobbed into her palms, then let her hands flare out and curl around Hector’s forearms.
“I am very sorry, Hector. I am trying very best.” Ayla stared up at him with her big, tear-filled eyes, though they were the eyes of his past lover. She knew that had to be worse for him, and when she curled her arms around him for a hug, she wasn’t sure who needed comfort more. “I wish it could be different. I do not want to… make big mess all the time.” Ayla tucked her head into his chest and flattened her hands on his back, practically squishing herself into him.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on May 31, 2023 19:56:28 GMT
He didn’t want to say Ayla was the worst employee he’d ever had, but she was up there. She certainly made the top five yet she was still walking around the bar, knocking everything over. There were rules in America about firing employees. He couldn’t just push her overboard and sail off into the sunset, even though it was tempting with some of the staff. Lawrence would have been sent walking down the plank a long time ago. One day he and Evelyn were supposed to buy a ship and sail off into the sunset. He was planning on taking them around the world, showing her what lay beyond America. First they would go to London, then up to Yorkshire before sailing over to France. The route was all planned out in his head with no departure date because they had forever. They would explore every single corner of the earth together and with each passing year he would fall even more in love with her. Everything he felt about her was buried after that, along with mention of her name, only sharing the story with Magnus and eventually Luc. Two people he trusted enough to let them see a break in his emotions. Magnus was the first person he looked for after it happened, needing a friend to comfort him. If it had happened centuries prior he could have switched it all off, but it was impossible at his age, no matter how hard he tried. There was something amusing about hearing Turkish swear words slip out of Ayla’s mouth. Hector picked up her voice before he’d opened the door. He winced slightly as she nearly sent her spray bottle flying into his paperweight, waiting for it to hit the floor with a thud. Thankfully she resisted smashing something else. Ayla’s English was improving and it seemed like her favourite word to say was sorry. He heard her say it at least four times a day, usually after a loud crash. “Don’t worry.” It was a cheap glass she had dropped on the floor, but he was seriously considering moving all expensive items out of his office. Locking them up in a cupboard where Ayla’s butter fingers couldn’t wrap around them. Perhaps he should ban her from cleaning too. The dust posed too much of a problem. He placed the shards of glass down on his desk carefully as he got to his feet, soon to be joined by Ayla’s spray bottle and rag.
“No, no, no… no crying.” He needed he to stop crying because he couldn’t handle it. “I know you are… it’s fine.” Hector’s body went almost rigid as her arms slipped around his body, slotting in perfectly, the same way Evelyn’s did. “I…” He needed to get out there and he could. The door was right there. He could push Ayla off him and disappear within a second, but he didn’t. Instead he relaxed, sliding his arms around Ayla’s body, pressing his palms on her back and drawing her in closer. The shampoo Ayla used was different to Evelyn’s and the perfume smelled different, but it was still her. It was Evelyn's arms wrapped around his torso, her face pressed into his chest and her head resting under his chin. Tears spilled out of tear ducts that hadn’t been used in centuries.. It felt so good to have Evelyn back in his arms again. His left hand brushed softly against her hair, “I’m sorry. I should have saved you… I let you down.” He cried into the darkness before, screaming how sorry he was in the hopes Evelyn was somewhere out there listening. He pulled back from Ayla before cupping her face lightly in his hands. Perfection. That was the only word to be used when describing Evelyn. Without thinking edged forward, pressing his lips gently against Ayla’s. AYLA KIRAZ |
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AYLA KIRAZ
Shapeshifter
Posts: 41
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Oct 30, 2024 19:44:40 GMT
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Post by AYLA KIRAZ on Jun 18, 2023 19:49:49 GMT
━ kadınlar beğenince değil, güvenince âşık olur ━
Unfortunately, that day would not be today, especially as she became his deceased lover. She had to stop doing that, it was embarrassing for her, but she couldn’t imagine the heartbreak it drummed up for Hector, re-traumatizing him over and over again. She hugged him because she had to emphasize just how sorry she was, and also hopefully help him feel better about his long-lost love. Perhaps a hug from her would be far superior at putting a balm over his emotions.
Hector seemed rigid at first, unwelcome to this kind of affection, but he soon melted into her. Ayla sucked in a long breath, relaxing herself and drawing in his scent. He smelled nice. And she liked this━Remzi wasn’t interested in gentle, soft little acts of love. He never wanted to hold her hand or kiss (if it wasn’t leading to something else). Apart from the night of Halloween, she’d been isolated these last few months, almost touch-starved. This wasn’t… really Ayla being touched, though. She was Evelyn right now, and perhaps Hector wouldn’t have softened so easily if she wasn’t.
She didn’t know he was crying until he spoke and she heard it in his voice, and Ayla wondered what it could’ve taken to have such a strong, steady man break. True love. That’s what it was. And she prayed she’d have that someday, too.
Oh. He was talking to Evelyn. Okay, okay. She knew what to do. She wouldn’t mess this up for him; Ayla would help Hector, since she wasn’t much use otherwise.
“N-no, Hector… you did not.” Ayla whispered back in the woman’s voice, ready to say more before he was pulling away. For a moment, she thought she’d ruined it, but then he was holding her, looking at her with so much love in his eyes, and… a
And then he was kissing her.
Ayla supposed she shouldn’t have kissed him back. She should not have held his forearms and held on while she was practically swept off her feet. Ayla kissed Hector with as much love as she could possibly muster up, elated to feel just a hint of what it was supposed to be like. It wasn’t just his eyes now; it was… so much more. Almost overwhelming.
She pulled away slowly, only enough to look into his eyes, her fingers still locked around his arms. “It is not your fault,” Ayla said softly, “I do not blame you, Hector. I forgive you.” She tried desperately to keep her English as correct as possible, not wanting to ruin the illusion for him. She was sure that wherever Evelyn was, she’d want Hector to know this━to not have to live the rest of his eternal life feeling guilty for something he could never change. If she truly loved him, she’d want him to let her go, and Ayla hoped she could free him… at least a tiny bit.
And she kissed him again, too, because she wanted to feel that love seeping from him once more.
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HECTOR DACRE
Vampire
Posts: 237
Age:
765
Occupation:
Business Owner
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I made the devil run
Last seen Nov 18, 2024 21:11:04 GMT
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Post by HECTOR DACRE on Jul 17, 2023 21:46:38 GMT
It should have been an awkward encounter and it was for the first few seconds, but his mind locked onto the fact it was Evelyn’s face in front of his, not Ayla’s. The woman who stole his heart and never gave it back. Although the reason he never found love again was probably due to the fact he refused to develop any kind of romantic feelings for women and Evelyn would have been furious with him for living like that. He couldn’t bring himself to replace her though, telling himself it would be a betrayal to her by doing so. Plus, what if the next one died? No, he didn’t have time to go through another heartbreak, nor did he have the strength. Not turning Evelyn sooner was one of the only things he regretted in his long long life. He’d made some questionable decisions in his time and did some heinous stuff, but he’d never been a man who wallowed in regret. He accepted something had happened, then moved on, but he couldn’t do that with Evelyn. His mind lingered on her for centuries. He crumbled, harder than he expected, as he wrapped his arms around her wanting to protect her for everything. It was impossible to hold back the tears as he kissed her with precious memories flooding his head, ones he had locked away until now. Thankfully Ayla kissed him back, matching the love and passion he was giving her. If only it was possible to stay in that moment forever, but she pulled back. Fresh tears slipped from his eyes, slowly rolling down his face as Ayla told him she forgave him. He knew Evelyn forgave him, but it was comforting to hear it coming from Ayla. It gave him a sense of closure, but it wasn’t a door he was ready to close fully. Then she was kissing him, as Hector’s hands fell from her face, slipping them around her shoulders to draw her closer. His body pressed against hers, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more. But then it hit him like a ton of bricks, straight in the chest. This wasn’t real, this wasn’t Evelyn, it was Ayla. He let go of her, stepping back to put some distance between them. “Oh God… Ayla… I'm so sorry.” He quickly wiped the tears from his face, but then anger rushed over him. Not with Ayla, but himself. He’d let his emotions take control of him and now Ayla had witnessed him at his most vulnerable. “You can’t tell anyone about this.” There was a trace of plea in his voice as he spoke to her, “Please.” He couldn’t allow this to become public knowledge because there were people who would use it against him. Could he trust Ayla? He couldn’t bear to look at Evelyn for a moment longer though, “I’m sorry.” He disappeared out of the room in a blur, heading straight for the fire exit. He needed to get away from everyone and lock himself in his apartment where he could cry alone. AYLA KIRAZ - the end! |
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