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Sept 20, 2009 4:21:29 GMT 1
Post by Stacy Cohen on Sept 20, 2009 4:21:29 GMT 1
Stacy wondered often if he would have ever proposed the idea of her becoming a vampire. Sometimes, with the way he behaved, she really doubted it. But how could he ever love her and not change her? She wouldn't be able to watch someone she loved grow old and die, while she remained young and perfect. She was happy she'd been changed, though she would have preferred it been by him, of course. They wouldn't be in this trouble. But they were, and they had to deal with it.
She looked up at Tristian occasionally as she thought about all this until they came to the tree and she stopped, turning to him, giving a slight smile. "I'm so happy I met you, Tristy..." she said, adding the teasing nickname.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:26:57 GMT 1
Post by Tristian Moore on Sept 20, 2009 4:26:57 GMT 1
Tristian stopped and looked down at her, smiling. I'm glad I met you too Stacy. He said, gently kissing her forehead. I..I know I don't always act the right way or say the right things but...I truly do love you and I wouldn't change anything in the world. I mean that. He said and just looked down at her.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:29:00 GMT 1
Post by Stacy Cohen on Sept 20, 2009 4:29:00 GMT 1
Stacy smiled up at him, lifting her hands, placing one on either side of his face. "Tristy. You can't be perfect. We're both going to act stupidly and say stupid things. But we both know we love each other, right?" she said, smiling wider. She leaned up on her tippy toes, giving him a soft kiss.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:33:35 GMT 1
Post by Tristian Moore on Sept 20, 2009 4:33:35 GMT 1
Right. He said and smiled back at her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he picked her up and kissed her back. He was so very happy. Moving, he sat under their tree and pulled her onto his lap and just relaxed.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:35:08 GMT 1
Post by Stacy Cohen on Sept 20, 2009 4:35:08 GMT 1
Stacy grinned at him, settling herself down in his lap. She cuddled up to his chest a little, though kept her head up a little so she could look at him. She studied him a moment..and knew she had to ask. "How long would you have waited before turning me? she asked him quietly.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:42:07 GMT 1
Post by Tristian Moore on Sept 20, 2009 4:42:07 GMT 1
A while. Not forever but a little while. And..I would have asked you before I changed you or did anything. To make sure that it was what you wanted to do. Explained everything to you and what not. I didn't want to just change you one day and then have you hate me. He said as he looked down at her, giving a small smile.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:45:27 GMT 1
Post by Stacy Cohen on Sept 20, 2009 4:45:27 GMT 1
Stacy slowly nodded, liking his answer of course. She gave him a little smile, kissing him softly. She drew back a little, "You're so sweet, Tristy. My little Tristy," she mumbled, smirking as she kissed his neck, trying hard not to start giggling.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:48:59 GMT 1
Post by Tristian Moore on Sept 20, 2009 4:48:59 GMT 1
Oh geez...that name is going to kill me. He said and just chuckled, kissing her back. His arms wrapped around her a little more and he just smiled. He wouldn't have it any other way. And though he would never admit it, he kind of like the nickname. And she was the only one he let call him that.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:51:08 GMT 1
Post by Stacy Cohen on Sept 20, 2009 4:51:08 GMT 1
Stacy grinned at him, holding onto him tighter. "I'm never going to stop calling you by it. You'll always be my Tristy.." she said brightly, leaning forward, kissing him again. She drew back some again to lay her head down against his shoulder.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:54:13 GMT 1
Post by Tristian Moore on Sept 20, 2009 4:54:13 GMT 1
I know...and you're the only one I will ever let call me that. He said and gently kissed her back. His hand moved, rubbing her back lightly and he just looked down at her and smiled.
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Sept 20, 2009 4:59:06 GMT 1
Post by Stacy Cohen on Sept 20, 2009 4:59:06 GMT 1
They eventually returned to the house late in the night, spending more time together in his room before early morning came. Stacy was even more reluctant to leave at this point, but she knew they really must. So she got into the car, still curious as to where they were going.
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Sept 20, 2009 5:01:09 GMT 1
Post by Tristian Moore on Sept 20, 2009 5:01:09 GMT 1
Tristian laid with her on his bed when they returned and just talked. Enjoying their time together. Probably the most they had spent together in a while. When morning came, he made sure he had everything and then climbed into the car with her and drove to the airport, handing them their tickets and then leading her onto the plane. They were sitting up in first class.
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Sept 20, 2009 5:03:52 GMT 1
Post by Stacy Cohen on Sept 20, 2009 5:03:52 GMT 1
Stacy was quiet through the ride..and up to getting on the plane. It was an exciting experience. First class. She was talking almost non-stop now about all the little cool things she noticed that they had there. She looked at him, giving a big grin, "So...where is it we're going?" He'd made sure so far not to let her know or see.
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Sept 20, 2009 5:15:59 GMT 1
Post by Tristian Moore on Sept 20, 2009 5:15:59 GMT 1
He couldn't help but chuckle as he listened to her, taking his seat which was by her's and just smiled. You shall see. Don't worry. He said. He had made sure that she didn't find out throughout the entire flight until they were landed. It was Ireland. He had a little home out in the country which he loved to come and visit once in a while.
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Sept 20, 2009 15:18:40 GMT 1
Post by Stacy Cohen on Sept 20, 2009 15:18:40 GMT 1
Stacy was quite frustrated...and she knew they were going pretty far when they'd been in the air several hours. And she finally started to listen in on people's conversations. She finally picked up on one couple talking about what they had planned when they'd be landing..and she figured it out. She gasped and turned her eyes to Tristian. "Ireland?" she whispered.
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