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From: Sir Vasilli Gorovich
The young flame haired woman smiles shyly, as she steps over the unconchious filth covered man. Her long slim black dress coil ungraciously around her legs causing her to slip and fall. A slim ivory white hand reaches out and curls around her arm, steadying her. Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. She stammers "T- Thank you." as she looks up in to Vasilli's deep emerald green eyes.
"Nein ‘tis my pleasure to help thine escape injury." He purrs as he helps her stand up. "My name is Vasilli Gorovich, milady." He says bowing and kissing her, dainty, black nail polished fingers.
She giggles lightly. She looks down scowling at the filth-covered man. Then her leg lashes out kicking him solidly in the side; a slight grone escapes his dry cracked lips. "I must do something with him." she says with a tired sigh. She quickly walks around the counter and picks up a phone. With short bitten black nails she dials 911.
Vasilli sets his basket neatly on the hard linoleum counter. He chuckles as a look of concern briefly flashes across her porcelain doll white face.
She nods saying in to the phone “Yes I would like you to send a... patrol unit out to {looks about} 1545 N. ashburry St.”
:::”What is the nature of the complaint?”
“Yes.... I was nearly sexually molested and robbed.” She says curtly irritated that they ask such monotonous questions.
:::"Nearly?”:::
“Yes a kind gentleman stopped the attack.” She sighs looking at Vasilli.
Vasilli smiles and bows fluidly, his dark black tresses falling in to his face.
Her face flushes with blood tinting her porcelain features a slight rose color as she a slight giggle escapes her small pink lips. My, he is kind of cute….
:::” Is he there with you?”:::
Shaking her head slightly she says, “Yes.” Her soft pink lips curve in to a soft smile.
:::”And your name?”:::
“Keva FeeKareidoo'in spelled C e b h a F e a C e r r I d w e n it is Gaelic. My parents are immigrants.” She says looking down at her feet as if ashamed.
Vasilli raise an eyebrow at her name. My what an intriguing set of names for one so…. Goddesses each….
:::”That certainly is an odd name.” The operator says chuckaling. ”And his name?”:::
“One moment” Cebha sighs as she rolls her eyes around to look at Vasilli strait on. And those eyes… mmmmm… “Umm what is your name again?” she says with a sly smile.
“‘Tis that mine name is Vasilli Gorovich.” He says smiling warmly.
Cebha looks questioningly then says, “He said his name is Vasilli Gorovich.”
:::”Another? Spell that.”:::
Sighing in exasperation Cebha says, “spell that please”
“V A S I L L I G O R O V I C H”
“Spelled V A S I L L I G O R O V I C H”
:::” Well an officer should be there soon.”:::
“Ok.” She sighs as she replaces the receiver in to it plastic cradle. ”Well ... thank you again they said that they should be here soon.”
He smiles as coos quietly “‘Tis not a problem milady. It doth mine soul good to help one as lovely as thee”
Cebha’s porcelain white features suddenly become a deep rose color as she blushes at the unsolicited complement. And that… courtly manners … be still my beating hart… “You are an odd one...” and that makes you all the better… let hope it stays…
“That I am milady that I am....” he say with a genuine laugh.
The door opens admitting a burly man with short cropped brown hair and a slight goatee. His metal badge gleams evilly as he walks over to Vasilli and Cebha. The cop looks down at the guy with a look of shear distaste than drags his eyes across Vasilli as if searching for a reason to disbelieve. With a harsh authoritative voice he says as if lecturing a child “did you do this…sir?” He gazes at Vasilli intently waiting. Freaking Goth faggot… I bet he caused the problem… Fagoty ass Goth freak…. I bet he will deny this…
With a guileless smile Vasilli says, “Yes sir. I did so in capacitate the assailant.”
His eyes harden with distaste, as he looks Vasilli over looking for signs of lieing. Vasilli’s chest rises and falls evenly no beads of sweat appear on the upper lip, his eyes stay focused on the officers. The officer’s jaws tighten in irritation causing his teeth to scrape together forcibly as he says “ thank you. But you shouldn't have you could have gotten hurt. Perhaps even gotten this young lady killed.” His gaze licentiously rakes across her body. The spark of lust ignights brightly as he looks at her young full body.
Vasilli’s smile fades as he sees the officer become distracted. “ I wouldst hath never endangered yon lady sirah,” he says breaking the officer’s hungry gaze off of her.
Disgustedly the cop looks at Vasilli, as a gleam of malice creeps up in to his dark eyes. “You certainly have an odd manner of speaking. Were are you from.” He says accusingly.
“'Tis that I was originally born in the Russian Steeps... but I didst move about allot until I didst land in the Britannic isles after many years there I didst move here. 'Tis partly the reason I sound odd.” He says smiling.
“Well.... I thought you were one of the freaks that run around at the lizard lounge on Saturdays.... When it calls it self the "church" the cop says hotly.
Cebha raises an incredulous eyebrow. Russian and English accents do not produce old English …
“Ahhh ‘tis that I am one of those "Freaks" my good sirah.” Vasilli quips while smiling coldly at the cop.
Cebha’s eyes light up and sparkle at the mention of the illustrious “church”. I have been wanting to go there… perhaps…. Her thin pink lips curve in to a ploting smile.
"sorry sir i did not mean." the cop growls. Fucking Goth fags….. Why do they come out of the wood works on my shift…?
“‘Tis ok my good sir. None offence taken” Vasilli responds lightly. He smiles and winks at Cebha.
“Would you like to press charges.” He asks Cebha. He lustfully appraises her.
“Yes I certainly would. He was planing on molesting me. Do you think I want a monster like him that feeds on the weak.” She says indignantly. The audacity of such a question…
“I would like to do more than "charge him" Vasilli hisses looking down at the groaning dirty man. His stench growing as his bowls move uncontrollably.
The cop turns the feces covered man over placing the cuffs on him while he groans at the stench. The cop helps him unsteadily to his feet and leads him out.
“Now that ‘tis done.” He smiles as he motions to his selection of goods.
Cebha shakes her head trying to clear the image of Vasilli from her mind says “oh.... Yes...” The door opens framing a large portly old man with balding peppered hair. A thin layer of sweat clings to his for head as he lumbers over to the counter panting.
“What was all that about Cebha?” the rotund man asks.
“Bill you are finally here. You are an hour and a half late.” She says in a mock harsh tone. “A man came in looking to rob the place. Then after seeing me he wanted to rape me and he would have if, this gentleman didn’t step in.”
“Whoa that is serious I would have been here sooner my car was stuck in the shop i had to walk. Until i caught a cab,” he says as he appraisingly looks over Vasilli. “ Well thank you i would not want any thing to happen to my Cebha...” he says looking over at her much like a father would.
“Yea, yea old man get back there and sign in. before i kick your ass back there.” She smiles threateningly.
Smiling bill says “promises promises...”
Cebha playfully kicks at his rotund rump. As he lumbers to the back sweating from exertion.
Vasilli smiles at the playful manner. Natalia do you remember wen we played… Vasilli smiles sadly and lets a small sight escape his lips.
With a small white hand Cebha runs two bottles of hair color and a box of toothpaste past the scanner. Then punches the buttons on the register. “That will be 23.19.”
“When doth thou get off of work?” he asks smiling as he hands her the money.
“As soon as Bill GETS HIS FAT RUMP OUT HERE!!!!” she smiles shyly at Vasilli
“Yea, yea I'm mooving I'm mooving.” Bill says as he puffs his way up to the counter.
She looks slyly at Vasilli and says, “Why do you ask?” she smiles coyly at him her eyes twinkling with misgeif.
“So that we might talk and i couldst walk thee home.” He responds honestly.
“Well i live more than just a few blocks away.” She says warily.
“‘Tis of little thought. ‘T would do thine hart and lungs well to walk.” he smiles warmly at her.
“Well...” she plaintively says as she looks u in to his deep green eyes “ok...” her lips say before her mind could form a response.
“Good i shall wait out side.” Says as he bows deeply letting his long black locks sweep the ground. Straitening he turns on a thick heel and walks out side were to cool night wind caresses his pale ivory skin.
Cebha walks to the back her steps echoing lightly through the store. She sighs as she opens a squeaky door and moves past the boxes. She reaches out and presses the rubbery keypad buttons. What am i doing...? I just meet this man… and he is so damdably odd… yet so... charmingly hansom and.... horrendously ... chivalrous. I think i am in love… no you are not he is just trying to get in to your pants and take your pride but those eyes... and that voice...
“Ahhh ‘tis so wondrous to see thee again milady.” Vasilli purrs in her ear as she exits the door blindly, nearly running him over.
Cebha shakes here head not knowing how she got out side. “Oh thanks” she giggles bashfully as he bows to her. “It that way” she says pointing down the street.
“Then shall we be off my most attractive bellwether.”
Cebha looks up questioningly as she starts to walk “Your what?”
“Bellwether leader. ‘Tis an archaic term ‘tis that it hath fallen by the wayside.”
“Ahhh.... That reminds me. You are speaking an archaic form of English mottled with modern terms.” She looks at him inquiringly.
“Ahhh ‘tis that milady hath quite a mind to hath caught that. I doth also intermittently switch from one dialect to another. ‘Tis a curse to know many dissimilar languages that you mix them.”
“Really what languages do you know?” she says smiling up at Vasilli as he weaves his way thrugh the night.
“Egyptian, Russian, English, French, Gaelic, oh i didst nearly forget Latin.”
“Hmmm…. Then you could help me with my Latin home work.” She says smelling up at him.
He smiles as he asks “do you know the base of your name and the meaning of your patronymic?”
She smiles “Yes my first name Cebha is a goddess of Ireland associated with sovereignty. While my patronymic FeaCerridwen is two Gaelic goddesses names run to gather Fea being a war goddess in Celtic lore and Cerridwen being a welsh or Scottish goddess of knowledge. So all together i am named the sovereign war knowledge.”
He claps and smiles as he says “‘tis true as they say you are a font of knowledge milady whose beauty doth shame the goddess so named.”
Cebha emits a sweet laugh saying, “you have an silken silver tongue sir Gorovich”
Vasilli face changes from the mirthful smile to a cautious frighten look as he says “i doth not have a tongue that is silken nor ‘tis it silver right now it ‘tis rather dry. And who didst tell thee i was a knight.”
Cebha laughs saying “no i was just being palioght by calling you sir. Silly man”
Visibly relaxing he says, “i resemble thine remark”
Laughing she says, “you are quite the cad sir Gorovich.”
“Neit call me Vasilli or Vas.”
“So how often do you visit the church.” She asks her eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement.
“I doth attend the church religiously.” He smiles mysteriously.