Grease Monkey ( Open)

[Quinn Deluca]

Quinn ambled through the halls at a slow, pleasurably pace with a pair of grease and grime stained jeans and a simple black tee shirt. He had the night off, so he spent a few hours working on one of his bikes. His Yamaha was acting up the other night when he took it out for a drive. The crotch rocket was one of his favorites that he had collected over the last century and a half. It was working okay for now, but that was only because Quinn found a temporary fix until he could get the part he needed. He had the money for the part. Centuries of working for the coven and saving it all for the most part meant he was fairly well off for a long time. No, the problem was the technology he had to deal with to get the part.

Being a man from colonial days had it's disadvantages. Quinn always had issues trying to catch up with technology. It was a little sad how technologically stupid he was. He couldn't even work a simple smart phone. He usually spent more time mumbling about how a phone isn't supposed to be smarter than the person operating it. Quinn did just fine catching up with technology until the late 20th century when they started creating all those machines and computers. It was a wonder he didn't just give up after the 21st century hit and all the fancy computers started coming out.

Right now though, Quinn was concerned about cleaning up. He was covered in motor grease. It was mostly his hands, but because when he was in grease monkey mode he often got frustrated, which meant there is a lot of head rubbing and hair ruffling as well as face rubbing, he also had a good bit of grease smeared on his nose and cheeks and in his hair. Nothing a little dish soap wouldn't take out in the shower. Yes... dish soap. It was perfectly usable in the shower as it is in the sink. He only used it in the shower when he was covered in grease like he was now. Perfectly normal if you asked him.

[Analyza St.Claire]

Her nose in a book and her feet moving swiftly through the hallway let anyone know that if they were in her path, they should move, immediately. Analyza, daughter of council master Nolan St.Claire, had just left the library after hours of looking for a book. It was hard for her to find a good book in that library when she had practically read all of them, and more than once. It upset her that she had to settle for a book she had already read, but at least there were a few that she absolutely loved. Those couple of books were the ones she could read over and over again without growing bored. But, it was definitely in the back of her mind to go out and buy some more books. One's she hasn't read yet. Present authors were always coming out with new books. The ones that were most interesting to her though, were the ones with different perceptions of species such as herself, or werewolves. It always brought a smile to her lips when their view of her species were off by a long shot. Vampires that sparkle in the sunlight? If only that were true. It would be a lot easier to those that really were vampires. Of course, that was a book that came out before her time, but she was sure to read it as soon as she was able to read. But, she made note not to read those books again. They were actually quite horrible.

Rounding a corner, she flipped the page and continued to read not noticing the figure walking in her direction. In fact she ended up passing him and had to stop in her tracks after she realized that she did indeed pass someone. Looking up from her book, she turned around to see the blond-headed man she had come to attach herself to. She had fallen for this man unexpectedly, and unfortunately, she really wasn't supposed to have any feelings for him. At least, not in the romantic sense. Her mother knew of her affections for the man. She had told her, thinking she would accept her honesty and support her, but she was wrong. All her mother did now was tell her that he was not good enough for her and it killed Ana. She wanted with all of her heart to belong to this man, but she couldn't even publicly display that. Only her closest friends knew. A smile appeared almost instantly on her lips as she looked over the blond and started her way toward him, closing the book on the way. Now, you know you're special when she closes a book for you. Usually, she was quite aggravated when disturbed from her reading, but one, for him she could make an exception and two, it was her choice to stop reading. Therefore, her mood was content and even more so because she was in the presence of Quinn Deluca, the man she had fallen for.

Finally coming to a stop in front of him, she gave a tilt of her head at the sight. He was covered in grease. Typical Quinn. He must have been working on one of his bikes. Ana liked that about him. He was kind of like, the bad boy type. Except, not so much. He had the look and some of the interests, but his southern charm made you forget all of that. And that accent of his. It did something to her. She could honestly listen to him talk for hours and she'd never get annoyed. After bringing her head back to a normal position, a smirk played on her lips as she now hugged the book to her chest. "Getting down and dirty I see, Mr. Deluca," She teased, already excited to hear his accent with every word he spoke. She was like a little giddy school girl, that was crushing hard on one of the boys in her class or something. Without the giddy part of course. She wasn't one of those annoying happy-go-lucky clingy girls. God forbid she ever turn out like that.

[Quinn Deluca]

He was wiping his hands off when the blonde walked past him. He almost wouldn't have recognized her if she didn't have her nose in a book. He grinned at that thought. Analyza St. Clair. She was a vision. Brown eyes studied her back side with great appreciation for the view. Quinn had always had a very nice eye for the female form, and Ana had a very nice, shapely female form. One he wanted to badly to pin under himself and ravage, but alas, Analyza was off limits. Yes, the St. Claire's daughter was off limits to the likes of him, the rough and tumble body guard. No doubt her parents were searching through appropriate men for her husband at this very moment. Not that Quinn felt he deserved her in any way.

Let's just say Quinn was not the best southern boy back in his human years. He was a man whore to be more precise. He treated women like they were nothing more than toys that he could get his pleasure from. He spent a lot of his free time at brothels and wasting his family money on whores and mistresses. Once one mistress lost his interest, he was on to the next. He was discreet about it of course. Couldn't destroy the family name after all. Wouldn't want a bastard child running around with the Deluca blood running through it's veins. His father allowed the whores and mistresses because he had been the same way in his youth.

Ana didn't deserve someone like that. And that was why he was so stubbornly adamant about why he couldn't be with her. He said it all the time to Julian. He didn't want to hurt her. He was afraid that was exactly what he would do.

He smirked a little when she stopped and looked behind her. He gave her that charming and congenial grin, flashing straight white teeth at her as she closed her book, which he knew was always a good sign. She wasn't one for interruptions during her reading time. "But of course." He said smoothly in that smooth, lilting Southern accent of his. Once he was sure his hands were clean he tucked the raggedy bandana into his back pocket and took one of her hands, bowing and pressing a kiss to her knuckles before rising once more. It was a part of the usual dance the two of them had together. It was really just an excuse for him to feel that soft, delicious skin under his hands and lips. "And what book are you enjoyin' today, Miz St. Claire? Looks like one you've read often." He said conversationally as he studied the book. Someone had certainly worn it down. It looked like the binding might be ready to go any minute.

[Analyza St.Claire]

It was a tragedy, when you were deeply attracted to someone and starting to fall for that person, but you couldn't do anything about it. That feeling of wanting to express how you feel to that person and not being able to, was heartbreaking. It was a pain that could make someone cry to sleep at night, or even slip into depression if it were that great of a love. Fortunately for this story, it wasn't quite to that point, but it still hurt like hell to look at this man and not be able to ask him to hold her in his arms. It hurt to not be able to tell him how much she cared. She wanted to make something of their relationship, but as of right now, she couldn't cross that thin line between friendship and relationship. Right now, she was standing on that line, holding herself back from crossing over, but she knew it would cause too much trouble if she had.

Thinking about it, the situation reminded her of Romeo and Juliet, a book by William Shakespeare. That was a story she read countless times. It was a beautiful story, even though she felt their love was more infatuation than true love. It was still a good story, and good enough to read more than once. The language was quite interesting. Anyway, Ana could tell there was something between herself and the blond man. She couldn't exactly say what it was yet, but she knew it was there. She loved being around him and talking to him. His company was never unwelcome. Ana felt like she could be herself around him and that's all she would wish for. How do they fit into the Romeo and Juliet scenario? Well, it was pretty much frowned upon for her to love Quinn. In fact, if they were to even try to be together, her parents would find some way to split it up. Her mother already knew of how she felt, but the only thing she said was that he was not good enough and left it at that. She could only imagine what her father would say. So, unlike Romeo and Juliet, there were no houses divided, but for her to love him was practically forbidden, which was how the story pretty much played out. Depressing right?

When he said those first three words, 'but of course', she could have sworn her heart would have started picking up the pace, if it were not stopped forever. His accent was one of the things that fascinated her. She hadn't heard anyone else have it around the mansion, so to her it was unique and quite enjoyable. And because it was him, it just made everything so much better. The kiss on her knuckles, left a giddy grin upon her lips as she placed her newly kissed hand back where it was, wrapped tightly around the book with her other hand, keeping it close to her chest and secure. "My book? Well, it just so happens to be Beauty and the Beast." Another one she found most interesting and beautiful. It was a classic from way before her time, but it was still around today, and still loved by her. Hence the worn down binding and pages. "Ever read it, Mr. Deluca?" She asked curiously, wondering if he would like such a story. It was a love story and a sappy one at that. Most men didn't go for things like that, so she wouldn't be surprised if he said no.

[Quinn Deluca]

That smile of hers. It was so beautiful. He wished he could look at nothing but that smile every day. It was so intoxicating. He swore it made him feel like when he was a school boy and he first started taking note of pretty girls. And then he thought of the first time he'd been with a woman. He remembered that day very well. A part of him had still only been a boy, but the hungry man had awoken that day, and it was the same hungry man that yearned to feel her body under his. The same that wished to see her naked in the moonlight. Oh, he could only imagine how beautiful that would be. Brown eyes studied her, roaming over her beautiful form. She was perfect. Simply perfect.

But then he remembered. She was off limits. He was only a body guard and she was a future councilwoman. No one would ever approve of their match. Her mother seemed to despise him, for whatever reason. He was still trying to figure out what he did to Mrs. St. Claire to warrant her venomous attitude. He doubted Nolan would ever approve, and he knew Tristan wouldn't approve. But then again, since when did Quinn care what others thought. He had as much a right to be with the woman he wanted to be with just like any of the council members. Who said they had a right to decide who he could and couldn't be with?

He smirked softly at her when she asked if he had ever read the story. That was a bit of a trap. Because the story was so girly right? That's how most would see it, but really, the actual "fairy tale" wasn't all that girly. It was certainly much more gruesome than Disney's version of the story. Quinn was a man born in the colonial era of the States. It was very vital that the son of a plantation owner know how to read. Beauty and the Beast hadn't been a favorite of his, but he enjoyed it the one time he read it. "Does Disney's major motion film count?" He asked playfully as he studied the book . He would go along with what she probably thought of his reading activities. Though he had more of fondness for Playboy and Penthouse, he enjoyed a few of the classics as well. Hamlet was his favorite. He still had the old publication he owned as a human. Of course over the centuries, he had to have it fixed a few times, but it was still the same book.

He looked to her hand and frowned when he realized he'd gotten grease on it. He reached for his rag and offered it to her. "Sorry.I was workin' on the bike. Should have cleaned my hands off better in the garage." He said calmly as he gently took her hand and wiped at it. He wouldn't want her getting it all over her clothes. Grease stains were a bitch to get out of clothes. The jeans he wore could certainly attest for that. After a while Quinn just committed this particular pair to garage work days.