While Victor wasn't as in tune to her emotions as she seemed it be to his, he was careful in his observations. He wasn't going to be one to miss even her moments of zoning out. He watched her steadily for a few moments before shaking his head once at himself. She could have been lost in her thoughts for all he knew, so he decided to simply dismiss it for now. They didn't known each other very well after all, despite his abnormal sense of fondness towards her, so perhaps zoning out was something she did on occasion-- he wouldn't know. In any case, he followed suit after her and began to eat as well.

Watching her eat with such enthusiasm was a bit of a surprise to him, but it lit his face with a smile nonetheless. He took it as a compliment, and though he himself was not a very quick eater, he did eat at a moderate place not far behind hers. When she spoke, he would continue to smile, his face even brightening a bit. It was unexpected to him that he would feel so happy to hear her say she enjoyed his cooking, but it did lift his mood even further nevertheless. "I'm glad you think so!" he admitted in a joyous manner, then pausing thoughtfully. "Is there anything specific you'd like to eat a bit later? We can make a stop at a grocery store on our way back if you would like to."

"I never cook..." she said as she finished and then took her plate to the sink. She hummed a little as she began to wash what had been left over from yesterday as well, she somehow drifted off into her own world and began to dance a little, swaying to unheard music even as she thought about the situation again. She had to go get her things, she knew that this time, there would be no delays and she had to get it after he went and finished his breakfast. She was happy just being here, then she thought about Victor, which led to her thinking about work. She'd have to quit, and withdraw from her bank, did she have somewhere to store that money, did she have a plan? Was there anything for her to do if she left Victor's place?

Was she sure that she wanted to live with him? She looked at him over her shoulder and then went back to doing the dishes, continuing to hum. She supposed she'd have an answer to that later. It wasn't really that important now, so she'd worry later when it was time.

Victor would simply watch her with curiosity as she got up to put her dishes in the sink, then begin to watch them. For a moment, he considered replying. But didn't end up doing so, lost in his meal and the questions still buzzing about his mind. They were going to go to her place, but for what exactly? So that he knew where it was? To visit? Was she going to pack some things to bring over? Whatever the answer to his questions were, he figured he didn't need to ask, for he would find out soon enough.

A he finished his food, he stood up, for a moment pausing to watch her dancing to her own tune. Then approaching, he would slip his arms around her to rinse off his own own plate, his arms brushing gently against her sides though he minded her space in keeping himself away from her back. After rinsing them quickly, he would move beside her, smiling as he too washed his dishes.

She jumped a little as her cell phone which was loud as all get out rang. The ring tone ironically blasting out. "Oh, oh, oh sexy vampire I'm falling in love! So just bite me baby and drink all my blood! Oh Yeah! Sexy vampire I'm falling in love with you, so do what you want to do! Oh, oh, oh sexy vampire I'm falling in love! So just bite me baby and drink all my blood! Oh Yeah! Sexy vampire I'm falling in love with you, cuz you need my plasma more than I do!"

She burst out laughing and then gasped for air, shaking her head and trying not to fall on the ground. With her apparent fascination in the occult from before, it was funny that she should find herself a newly made vampiress and living with her creator at that... Oh God it was definitely funny stuff, she'd have to write this down most definitely in her diary.

"I'm sorry!" she gasped out between laughs. Trying not to fall still.

As her ringtone went off suddenly, Victor's gaze moved over tonrestonnher curiously. It was when he heard the lyrics of the song that went off that a slow smile spread back over his features, one of his hands rising to his mouth to try helping him muffle his laughter. It was of no use. Warm laughter escaped his lips, the first full laugh he'd had in a while, the hand he had tried pressing to his lips instead moving to rest along the side of his face as he shook his head in disbelief. The irony was not to be compared.

As she apologized, he noticed she seemed a bit wobbly, so his laughter compressed itself and he moved his hands gently to her waist to help stabilize her. "It's quite alright..." he then chuckled once more before raising a playful eyebrow in her direction. He knew that there were modern images that now came with their race, but it was odd to think that she was one of them which it had effected. And now she one herself. "Shall we?" he then motioned towards the door.

"We shall, but let me see who that was first. It might be important." she said, quieter than before after he'd touched her. She supposed it was alright, being this chummy with a male, but she still was sure that he had a long way to go, especially now that he had to teach her and help keep her alive too. Oh it was something that made her think about how she'd lived before. But that wasn't the subject now, who had called her was. She flipped open her phone and saw it was her boss, so she remembered that she hadn't been to work the other night, had never made it there, thanks to the attack. She shrugged and then proceeded Vincent out of the door.

As she checked her phone, he minded his hands, slipping them off of her waist casually to as to grab his car keys and wallet-- just in case. Then slinging a leather jacket over his shoulders, he would turn to see her seemingly ready to go. Smiling, he opened the door for her and followed her out of his apartmernt and into the hallway. Just down the hall there was an elevator, where he directed his walking. "So, was it anyone important?" he asked curiously, but not wishing to pry. If she told him who it was, it was her business, but if it had been important and she needed to return it he would make sure to allow her time to do so now.

"If you call sleazebags important... so no, it was my now, former boss, who has just lost himself one of his money makers. If you would go in to help smooth things over without violence, it would be nice. I want to stop there first, if you don't mind. It's Giesha's Dream right off Sunset Blvd." she said softly as she stepped into the elevator behind him, sort of reflecting on what she'd possibly have to tell him about herself. There were a lot of things that she didn't want people to know, but as with their connection there came certain things one should tell others about. And she needed to tell him those.

Her initial reaction to his question made him chuckle ever so softly, but then came hints of what exactly her job had been. The one thing she hadn't seemed to have specified earlier dropped straight down into his lap. That's how she made a living? He found an odd comfort in knowing she was no longer going to be working with the man, and while he wasn't fond of violence, he would nod without hesitation to her request. Then sighing softly to himself, one of her hands rose to ruffle the back of his hair as he let his thoughts momentarily wander off. Protecting her was of the utmost importance- that was what he had established in his mind. Why, he was unsure, but it went beyond some sort of responsibility. Then noting he had yet to verbally reply, he would speak up firmly, "I don't mind." Then adding thoughtfully, "That's not such a bad walk..." Glancing down at his car keys, he shrugged, slipping them into one of his jacket pockets as the elevator descended. It would be a bit of a ride; he lived on the 18th floor. "If you feel uncomfortable around those outside... Just let me know, please."

"Strangers are fine so long as they let me be..." she said back in a normal tone. She sighed and leaned back against the railing as people piled on and got off. She rubbed her head in a normal gesture at the proximity of people in a confined space. She knew that people unnerved and disgusted her, and yet she lived in a world where one needed interaction in some type of way to live peacefully. Yet here she was in an elevator that was full of people, and she was sure that she was fine, however the habits from her human life were very much still apparent because she was still the same person, just a different being...

Instinctively she only stepped closer to Victor's side and settled in there.

He rubbed his cheek awkwardly at her answer, ont having meant what he said in the way that she took it. Yet, as people crowded on into the elevator, it seemed she was not having the problem he had hinted at. Good. He let out a whisper of a sigh in relief, then scooting involuntarily backwards as people entered, his back brushing up against the back wall unnervingly. Yet he was distracted from this minor annoyance as he noticed her step over to his side, a grin lining his lips though he didnt say anything about it. Instead, he remained quit until they reached the ground floor finally, when one of his arms would raise to wrap around her shoulders lightly, the other moving in front of him as he skillfully weaver them out of the elevator. Again his hand would move away from her form as he lead them out of the lobby-type room they ended up in. "Sunset Boulevard..." he repeated to himself quietly, then looking off down to one side of the sidewalk and beginning in that direction. He knew the street all too well, as for the business, he hadn't even the slightest clue as to which building it was in. "What's the best way to get there?" he then asked hesitantly.

"Just walk down the street, you'll see it..." she said in a slightly pissed off voice. It was true though, it was hard to miss. It was a big gaudy looking building on the outside, but the inside was plush and luxurious and she knew that was the type of place she longed for. The luxury not the other things. She wanted so bad to deny her past, to say she hadn't done what she had, but she had and there was no point in denying things that made her her, was there? So she just walked silently ahead of Victor in hopes of sort of sparing him the sight of what she'd been. But what she was now, was in no way like that. She couldn't possibly be, she'd end up dead that way. You couldn't make a living in the Red Light District with a face and form that never changed, because it was freaky.

She saw the building and stopped then looked up at him and grabbed his hand tight.

The tone of her reply made him recoil slightly, now not wishing he had asked though his question had been answered. He kept the thought fresh in mind that she might be worried about meeting with her boss to let him know that she would no longer be working. Yet, her anger stil unnerved him. He allowed her her space, his gaze trailing after her though he remained quiet on their walk to let her collect her thoughts. As she stopped suddenly, his eyes drew up to the building in front of them to look upon it studiously. It was then that he became vaguely aware of her hand on his. Smiling slowly, his fingers moved to lace around hers, squeezing her hand very gently once in a manner he hoped might be comforting. Leaning in to whisper in her ear softly, he would flash her a now-confident smile, "Don't worry about it. I'll be right there-- they can't hurt you."

She smiled back and then managed to walk in without flinching or having to battle her own personal demons. She sighed as she watched the girls who were just lazing around in scantily clad outfits. They got up from their perches and pressed their bodies against Victor.

"Why don't you ditch the kid and come with us? Let us show you a good time?" they whispered and stroked at his body attempting to take him from Divine. She turned around with a glare and then stated in a cold and calm voice.

"If you touch my fiance one more time, I will rip everything fake off your body and the police will never find out who did it..." immediately, they backed off and didn't challenge her, they made their way back to their perches grumbling and complaining as she made her way into the back, where the boss was obviously occupied with a girl. You could hear the sounds through the wall.

Victor didn't move so much as to flinch at the sudden presence of the other women, brushing off the fact that their bodies were pressed to his. Whereas merely holding Divine's hand sent a pleasant warmth up the nerves of his arm, he wasn't phased by their motions to stroke his chest. Instead his eyes narrowed instinctively upon the wall behind them, the sounds coming from it making it obvious to him as to what was happening. Then a light grin re-lit his face, his eyes trailing over to where she stood as he appreciated her words to make the women back off. There was something about how she chose to put it even that hit his fancy, even if calling him her fiancé wasn't on point. "Shall we wait, then?" he gestured towards the back of the room, raising a curious eyebrow in her direction as he spoke in a rather low voice.

"Sorry, they're vultures... and no just knock and say you have a badge, he'll open the door quick enough..." when she said that, her eyes gleamed with errant mischief at the prospect of interrupting his 'play time'. She was never very kind to perverts and even more of a BIQ to anyone who managed to make her that angry. He made her that angry.

She looked up at Victor, he hadn't seemed phased by the women who had attempted to entice him with their bodies and for that she was grateful. At least she'd never find herself thrown out on the street because of some pretty vampiress. Was that what they were called, or was it just unisex vampire? She'd make sure to ask him later, because right now she planned to interrupt her former bosses 'play time' rudely.

She banged on the door and then pulled a voice mimicry of Victor, "This is the police... Please dress yourselves and allow us entry..." she sounded all gruff and angry but her eyes sparkled up at the vampire next to her, and she covered her mouth to try and stifle her giggles.

Wile at first he was a bit taken back by her suggestion of a method for entry, the gleam in her eyes was unmistakeable. He returned it but a moment later with a wide, deviant smile. While the situation still caused him to be a bit uncomfortable- more from the fact that they may attempt to hurt her than anything- he found great amusement in her mimicry of him. It wasn't all that bad. He stifled his own soft laugh, then leaned in closer to the door, his voice projecting wonderfully behind the door as he in turn mimicked her mimicry of him.

"I'll give you to the count of three, sir, them your door is coming down," he added as a threat to her words, then sending a warms mile in her direction while his fist came down upon the door with an impressive force. It wasn't enough to break it, but it proved his threat was no bluff, and it would come easily for him. It was something a normal man would need to put more heart into, so he figured that strength from the arm of a lean man like himself wouldn't be suspected. In that case, he hoped to make it seem as if the man waiting outside the door for her boss was rather large.

They had attracted the attention of the other girls and now they were sporting grins as well as watching Victor again, she turned around and hissed at them. They backed off of HIM because they'd seen this small girl take out a man about twice her size. They did not want their faces rearranged when they looked pretty just the way they were.

And sure enough, Emi came busting out of the room barely dressed but looking clothed enough, before she could even register anything Divine took Victor and swept through the door and closed it behind them.

"Hello boss..." the way she said 'boss' did not bode well for the chubby man behind the desk who looked like he'd once been handsome but soil and sin had long since claimed it's place. She was utterly revolted by him and could barely stand his presence; she squeezed Victor's hand tightly, in an attempt not to lose her control.

Through their fun, he did notice eyes one again upon him, but didn't notice the grins that accompanied them nor what they meant. Instead he only paid them mind when Divine hissed at the girls behind them. Grinning, he glanced over his shoulder at them, then Divine, one before looking towards the door as a girl scrambled out. He didn't hesitate to follow along inside behind her, his fingers still carefully laced with hers as he observed her soon to be former boss. It didn't take a genius to know how Divine felt about him, evident from her tone and the squeezing of his hand in hers. Casting her a glance, he would squeeze her hand gently once again, then clear his voice slightly. When he spoke, he spoke with a firm confidence, his eyes narrowed upon the man in a studious manner. "Excuse me sir, but we would like to arrange my fiance's leave from work."

The man rose out of his seat in instant indigence. He'd been interrupted from his girl and now this, this useless lump of flesh with breasts thought she could quit on him. Well she had another think coming, she was entitled to him for another few years. And he would not let her go easy.

"Listen! If you think you can barge in here like that and then rob me of my girl you've got another think coming bub! And don't think I won't sue you for breach of contract little missy!" he shouted at them both. Which in turn only made Divine glare at him like at the universe should explode in his face.

She only remained quite and would let Victor handle it, but then the man grabbed her by her arm, in what would have been slightly hurtful as a human, but now it didn't phase her. She just looked calmly at Victor and waited for him.

Victor's jaw set in defiance though his facial expression remained calm, his posture otherwise collected given the circumstances. He was about to speak when the man dared to grab her arm, something clicking in his mind that set a chain reaction off inside of his body. He grew visibly cold, a gleam rising to his eyes as his gaze dropped casually to where his hand rested on her arm. In a swift, yet slow enough manner so that he could easily see it, his hands removed itself from her and moved to grab his wrist. Given that the man before them was human, as Victor's fingers slowly circled to wrap around said wrist the bones within them would snap accordingly.

Victor's gaze locked upon the man warily, then moving himself in front of Divine, jerked the man's hand off of her arm if it had remained there. His other arm would then move with an inhuman swiftness to throw the man backwards- given he was human- which would send him flying into the wall behind if he did nothing to stop this. Victor would be before him but a second later, his movements at a speed the human eye would not anticipate, though another like himself or Divine would easily be able to see them. "Let me see that contract, you prick," he threatened, his right arm again joint he man, this time clutching his shirt collar as he lifted him effortlessly into the air and against the wall behind him.

She couldn't say anything as she was too stunned by how he'd reacted. When she came back to life she hugged Victor around the waist and laid her face on his back. "It's alright Victor, let him go... It's alright, come back to me now..." she whispered softly and gently stroked his back, whispering gently and lovingly to him.

Somehow her heart felt like it was his in these few moments while she pressed against him, her body felt as though it was feminine, soft and slight, weak. She knew that these were dangerous feelings to her, because it meant that she was losing her resolve to remain unaffected by males. But he wasn't just any male she reminded herself, he was her creator which meant that she was deeply connected to him, just as he was to her.

Feeling Divine approach from behind him, his body tensed under the contact. Then, after a hesitant moment, he let go of the man and scooted the two of them back gently. All the while not wishing to break the feel of her hug against him. His expression calmed itself, his muscles then giving way against her, his body relaxing to her touch as he turned himself to face her in the hug. His eyes were hesitant, now realizing that perhaps he had overreacted; a knot of guilt reeled itself up in his gut as he then thought of how he must have appearaed to her; something inwardly tugged hard at his emotions until they mellowed. His arms then tenderly moved to loop around her waist, his lips pressing up firmly to the side of her forehead as he let out a soft sigh, breathing in her scent before doing so. In her arms, he melted, so to speak. Then after a moment, he would grin from where he stood, then murmuring, "I apologize if I scared you in any way... I couldn't find my restraint. That hasn't happened in quite some time."

One of his hands then hesitantly moved up to the rub of his head, the other remaining looped around her waist gently as he ruffled his hair, his gaze leaving her momentarily in an almost shy notion. "When I saw the way you looked at him-- I couldn't bring it in myself to take kindly to him. Then thinking about the girl that he was with... And how you used to work here.... Oh, if he'd ever laid a finger on you now..." he spoke softly now, genuinely once more, his composure fully back as he practically poured his thoughts into words. It wasn't natural for him, but somehow it felt necessary, it felt right. Then looking down at Divine as he finished, he held a warm gleam back in his eyes, his cold front having completely dissipated.

"Shh, don't worry about it... Just make sure you don't go fully insane, I'm not sure if I could stop you..." she said softly and gently caressed his cheek. She didn't answer anything else about what he'd said because even if he didn't want it to be true, it was. And yet at this point, whatever that would have made her feel before melted away.

She looked at the snotty and sniveling man, and just went to the cabinet where he kept all his personal stuff. She found a couple folders with her name on them and got the lighter to burn them, without looking inside because she already knew what they were. She then leaned down and looked straight at the little man who she could easily crush now.

Her voice was completely cold and devoid of anything, "Now, I would like my contract to be burned and never, ever in this life time or the possibility of reincarnation darken my door step again. Or else I will let my fiance completely break you, and remember I know how to dispose of the bodies..." She grabbed Victor's hand and gently tugged him out of the building.

Victor couldn't have recalled the last time he had been held like that, a certain tenderness in his gaze as he kept his eyes upon her. What she said caused him to chuckle lightly, then takingn the hand she had caressed his cheek with into one of his, he would kiss the back of it gently. "I will not be going insane anytime soon. Thank you, Divine," he spoke firmly, then allowing himself to look over at the man.

Curiosity and a bit of amusement danced in his eyes as he watched her take action, then grinning a bit in her direction as she ended her words to the man with a threat. In his eyes, it was what the man deserved. Yet he remained calm now, his fingers lacing through hers once again as she took his hand to exit. He would lead her straight out the doors without even sparing a glance towards the women in the other room once more. Once outside, he would take in a welcome breath of fresh air, then exhale slowly. "To your place, was it?" he asked then, casually, to her.