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Heading back to meet Thatcher for their trip, Sabrina ran through in her mind, trying to think of everything she knew about this Mr. Clyne. He was eccentric that much was whispered around the Moroi community. He traveled a lot and ad enemies everywhere which made him an interesting case for protecting. But even still that just meant this was a real world opportunity to see what her future was going to be, even if Sabrina was not assisting an extremely skilled and experienced Dhampir. Hopefully Mr. Clyne would have some form of an open mind towards her being there, not everyone would appreciate novice protection hanging around. But she'd prove him wrong, just like she'd done with Thatcher. Pushing that from her mind she started thinking, how long was she going to be away? Was this some test? Did she have reason to be worried? The insecurities were rooting in her chest as her mind starting to go over and over countless problems. Trying her best to shut that off Sabrina approached the car and restrained herself from laughing. A Mini Cooper. An actual Mini Cooper, that thatcher was going to drive? The image was just to hilarious. Shifting her bags to set them in the trunk Sabrina walked up, putting them in she shut the trunk again with a soft thud. Smiling to herself at the Mini Cooper being their vehicle she walked to the passenger side and opened the door, slipping in. " hey- lets go" she nodded looking over at Thatcher expectantly. Her body hummed with an excitement a thrill. Sabrina wanted to be out of st vlads and in the world. 

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Click

The trunk open and Thatcher went flying out of his seat. Curly hair went in all directions and his dark green eyes opened wide enough to show the perfect white around all corners of his irises. He had actually managed to fall asleep - a gift that would only be given to him while he was on the safe grounds of the school guarded by several Damphir teachers and students. His hands went to the wheel swiftly. As quota for a Damphir of his status. It took him a minute to calm his fast paced heart down as he realized that it was not someone come to bother, attack, or hurt him - but just Sabrina putting her luggage in the back of the car. 

What a nightmare. It echoed around his head at the speed of light. Dark figures had just surrounded him in a corner of a dark alley. His body was protecting something - whether it was male or female, or human-like at all, was too vague. All he knew was in this world, that item he was protecting with his body was important. He was also failing. The figures were closing in and he had nothing in his hand to stop them. It was a guard's worst nightmare - to fail and die. Luckily Sabrina had been there to save him, even if she didn't know it.

"Let's go then" Thatcher murmured as the blonde made it's way into his peripheral vision. The pur of the engine was already there and all it took was a shift of the gears and they were off. Through the gate and towards the small town they would have to stay in for god knows how long.

The trip was long, but it seemed short for this guy. He had been on worse trips, longer trips. Only a few hours had passed before they were at their destination. The town was covered in snow, just like the school had been. White blankets and thick clothes wasn't something they would get away from that easily. It was darker, smaller than green evergreen forests that the school dwelled in. Buildings were carefully planned out in neat blocks and each had a similar design - something boring, square, nothing of interest. Every brick was only stained a hint of red, the rest of it matching the dreary gray of the sky. Maybe this wasn't the best vacation spot, but it worked. The only question in Thatcher's mind was Why here? What business could possibly go on in a place like this? But it wasn't his place to question. It was only his place to protect - teach.

"This is where we will stay, I think." He murmured, breaking the silence inside the car as they pulled up to building that easily hid between the rest. It was the same gray and didn't look like a hotel even if you looked at it sideways. The black lettering on the outset brick didn't stand out much. Kleines Hotel

The small, black mini of the same stature made it's way down a pebbled path to a small parking lot with only three other cars. Two of them owned by lower income humans, but one standing out. It was obviously Mr. Clyne's. The extravagant nature made that much obvious. With the car in place, a little further away from its more expensive cousin - Thatcher turned off the engine. His eyes traced over to Sabrina's figure only for a moment.

Cloudy days made for great lighting - made everyone beautiful. Especially Sabrina.

A small breath escaped his lips before he opened the door in silence - allowing the cold air to bite away at the warm bubble they had created inside the car. Comfort was gone. Work was now.

[Robin]

Thx bby I think I gtg but if I do I'll reply tomorrow. Um should we skip or how do you wanna have this play out with they charge and such?

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Otay! ^-^
and I think we should play it out for now, cause I have something funny in mind. And then we can skip like after they have checked in and met Mr. what's his nuts.

[Robin]

Okay ugh I cannot muster a reply it's so long and hard....*whines*

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

If you don't wanna say anything, I can just type up a reply to when they are checking in. that should make it easier for her to actually say something or react? O3o

[Robin]

Nah it fine

[Robin]

Sabrina was glad to actually be on the road. On occasion St. Vladimir’s could feel like a prison. Now she was out and free which felt pretty damn good after school for so long. Smiling she settled herself against the cool glass of the window and stared out the window. She and Thatcher were friends but Sabrina preferred silence in the car and honestly she wasn’t even sure what to say when they weren’t in practice. Thankfully the trip seemed to be going quickly and soon they passed into a small sleepy little town full of snow and it wasn’t anything much but at least it wasn’t school so Sabrina was down for everything. Looking around the area Sabrina was brought back to a memory of when she was very young-one of the few other times she’d been away from the academy. Snowfilled, her running around on short toddler little legs knee deep in the white powder. Laughing. Smiling. Happy, which wasn’t so common for the hot tempered young lady. Hearing Thatcher’s voice, Sabrina looked up and nodded to acknowledge that she’d heard him before looking away again. All of a sudden things felt different. There was something on the edges of her mind every now and again when she saw him. There was something there…and Sabrina wasn’t sure if it was okay how she felt, what she caught herself thinking a few times. Thatcher was her tutor, her teacher, and frankly-it was just pointless. Sabrina looked around the parking lot and her eyes locked on the one car that didn’t belong. Now she had some context on Mr. Clyne or at least his taste in cars. Watching Thatcher pull the car into a spot and turn the engine off, Sabrina took a deep breath. Her mission was about to begin and the excitement inside was something she couldn’t temper. Suddenly as she turned away Sabrina paused not moving for a split second as she felt Thatcher’s eyes on her. He was looking at her, maybe involuntarily but she could feel it and it didn’t feel observational. Hearing his door open Sabrina let herself move again and followed suit, stepping out her own door. Heading into the hotel with him Sabrina looked around-forcing herself not to look too long at him. Thankfully the lady at the desk spoke. “Hello- welcome, how may I help you?” Quickly Sabrina answered with what Thatcher had told her. Smiling the women nodded “Yes please follow me-oh and may I say its so nice to see such a lovely young couple visiting our little hotel-we’re quite the undiscovered gem.” This made Sabrina freeze inside-Thatcher would have to handle that one.

[Robin]

Callla??

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

The woman's words hung heavy in his mind. There was a certain sting to them. Have you ever eaten sweet and spicy chicken? Well, it was like that. A little person in the back of his thoughts screamed and cheered at the idea, but he couldn't help but beat him down as quickly as he had arisen. His eyes went to Sabrina for a moment before turning towards the woman. No emotion were held inside the hunter green irises and his face was void from showing any thought. "We are just business partners." He mumbled, words a little harsher than he had intended. That's all it was, after all. Two people - student and teacher - going out for business. To start a clientele, correct? Thatcher had already proven himself to be wanted and needed by important figures in the vampire word. That was obvious by the several tattoos on the back of his neck - but Sabrina... This was her opportunity to shine. If you could get Mr. Clyne on your side then it was easy to get a lot more important Moroi on your side as well. 

Thatcher shifted a little uncomfortably as he walked - as if he was trying to stretch out his aching muscles. That wasn't really the case. He did feel awkward. That statement didn't help those random thoughts that had been popping into his head whenever he went to bed or had private sessions with Sabrina. He wished he had brought his suitcase in. It would have given him a scapegoat to use as a distraction. 

I guess this is a perfect time for scoping out the place. He thought, shifting his eyes off his arms and towards the hotel walls, windows, and doors. Anything and everything that would help him out in case they had to make a swift escape. With the layout memorized as best as he could for the time being, all he had to worry about now was the room...

To his surprise - and luck - they were led to one room before the last one on the hallway of the second floor. A safe distance away from the ground, but close enough to be able to leave hasilty. Mr. Clyne's room was the next one down - that he could tell by the servant standing at the door trying to fumble and pull massive amounts of luggage into the door. Designer labels were strewn across the black and brown fabric of the cases. you could easily tell they weighed more than they should by the man - one who had not a bad physical physique - struggling to pull them inside. 

"Oh." Said the woman as she directed them down the warm hallways - coated in a thick shades of deep red and yellows. It almost seemed like they had gone to a different city - not the cold and dreary one they were just in outside. "Well, at least I hope you are okay with the room for you two." She seemed a little awkward as she said this - her exceedingly bright blue eyes shifting between the two. What an interesting contrast with her pale skin and dark, brown hair.

Then. She opened the door. Inside was a similar red carpet with small little squares dancing around in a perfect pattern. This trailed up to a small door, obviously the bathroom. It's white interior held the same cold white that was outdoors - At least something reminded them of where they were. A large screen television sat on a dark wooded dresser right in front of the bed. That's right. BED. Singular. Not two beds. Just one, massive king size bed sat in the middle of the room. It's cream sheets and matching brown pillows slapped Thatcher in the face. Shit. Surely this couldn't be correct, could it?


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I hope you don't mind me taking over the woman in this post ^^; 
I just kinda wanted that to happen HUEHUEHUE tension HUEHUEHUE

[Robin]

Sabrina wasn’t sure if she felt disappointed or relieved when Thatcher quickly answered the women, correcting her on the terms of their relationship. Maybe it was just what she wanted to think but Sabrina was sure she saw Thatcher hesitate there was something that felt different in her gaze than in the words he had spoken. But she had to ignore all of that, because technically nothing had happened-they were merely a functional relationship. Student to teacher or partner to partner. But nothing more. Her stormy gaze looked anywhere but directly at him, at the women, the colored carpet, even a wall but not right at him. Because for some reason that felt wrong, bad, dangerous.

But why? It felt unfair that it was hard. Feeling how she felt wasn’t fair or right but it was how she felt and that was it. Trying to shove this back in her mind Sabrina focused on listening and thinking through their whole process here. They had come to help out a client and maybe this could mean big things for her. Mr. Clyne was exceptionally well connected within the Moroi community and was definitely the type of guy capable of opening plenty of doors for a young Guardian. Focusing her mind to this was hard, especially when Sabrina was so painfully aware of Thatcher’s movement beside her. Usually this awareness was a gift-it kep the dhampir ahead but not next to him it hurt. Seeing him be uncomfortable with the situation, fidget, tense himself.

Things didn’t feel right as they were, the student teacher thing wasn’t working for her anymore. Not when she couldn’t fall asleep since she was thinking about what Thatcher was doing. Or when Sabrina got distracted in class because she was remembering what it had felt like to kiss him that one time….It hurt, that defiant pointless ache in her gut. It was pointless first of all he didn’t like her back in any way like that and b, dhampir relationships were frowned upon. Not illegal but it didn’t go well for having a real life. Besides it made no sense-they were years apart separate completely by experience and training….well maybe not training but the point was they were different and different usually didn’t work. Broken from this daze, Sabrina hurried to follow the women down the hallway and keep a natural pace-Thatcher didn’t need to know what went on in her crazy messed up head. She had to smile seeing the people struggling outside Mr. Clyne’s room. The guy was nothing if not eccentric and entertaining. Every designer label and high end piece of luggage you could imagine was littered between the hallway and the door. Being led into the room Sabrina looked around-nothing access from door points and windows. Things a guardian needed to asses about the room. A window. A dresser. And bed…wait what the hell? A bed. No this wasn’t happening this wasn’t okay. They were not sharing. She’d sleep on the floor first.

TIME SKIP

It was starting to get late and they were getting ready for sleep. Mr. Clyne was supposed to get in at the hotel tomorrow morning so they had the night to prepare-get some sleep and be ready in the morning completely professional and polished. Sabrina was grabbing some extra blankets and pillows and making a bed for herself in the corner on the floor. Thatcher hadn’t said a word about the bed but she knew it made him uncomfortable so she was taking care of the situation.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Thatcher made his way out of the bathroom - a plume of steam following him. Rustling and movement had alerted his ever so sensitive ears so he prematurely exited his "steam room" he had been getting dressed in. All that was on him now were a pair of back gym shorts and a towel resting across his shoulder. His upper portion of his body was still dripping wet. Every exposed muscle and piece of skin chilled at the touch of the hotel's air. Water droplets made their way around deep set cuts in his body from all his workouts and work - even a couple scars were exposed. Cut of course, since he was a guy, he thought nothing of this. He had his crotch covered and that was all he worried about now. It was obvious as he took the white towel that matched the rest of the white things in the room and started to tousle off the water still sitting in his wavy hair. 

"What the hell are you doing?" He hissed, furrowing his brow as he made a few lofty steps towards the female. There was no way in hell that she was going to sleep on the floor. His hunter green eyes stared at her in bewilderment. His towel slid off his head and back onto his shoulders.

Something about what she was doing stung. Was it really that bothersome? It was just a bed. No need to act like two hormonal teenagers who can't be around the opposite sex without getting all worked up. Inside his head, Thatcher tried to blame it on maturity level - saying she was technically a "hormonal teenager" - but we all know that wasn't true. He really just didn't want to be rejected so blatantly. 

[Robin]

Sabrina was humming quietly to herself as she went about setting herself up a place to sleep. It was just something she felt she needed to do. They needed to not be dangerous to each other and this was how she was handling it. It was silly to do maybe but it was what Sabrina needed. iT was a boundary. A line in the sand. It gave the young dhampir rules and restrictions. That was what Sabrina needed because giving a dhampir rules meant they had something to abide by. No thinking about him, no accidental inappropriate touches or looks, and most definitely no sleeping with him,..err, next to him. But that was no different, that could never happen either. Taking a moment Sabrina brushed her golden locks back and looked up only to be staring at the very bare, very attractive torso of her mentor and teacher, also the guy she couldn't stop accidentally thinking about. Totally distracted Sabrina could help but stare. Until snapped from the daze by Thatcher's harsh questioning of her actions. Sabrina took a deep breath before looking at him, trying to keep her stormy gaze neutral. " I was setting up a place to sleep, look maybe it's stupid but I don't feel it's totally appropriate to share a bed with my teacher. Sorry Im just the stupid kid but...." She trailed off sighing quietly. Swallowing hard Sabrina tried to think it through, it made sense. She wasnt being stupid because she knew herself. And Sabrina made stupid choices sometimes. Hell a stupid choice had landed her in rehab training with thatcher in the first place. Sleeping beside him wouldn't go well for keeping their dynamic like student and teacher, she would make a mistake and was terrified he'd let her.

[ᴄᴀʟʟᴀ .]

Student and Teacher. That's right. That's all they were. Nothing more, nothing less. Thatcher found it a little pitiful that he had to be reminded in such a way. He needed to stop all those pestering thoughts in the back of his mind and get it through his head that she was younger than him. In more ways than one. He was her mentor and here to teach her how to be successful - how to properly train her body. Any no, not in the perverted way, but one that felps her with her job. Future job.

Thatcher sighed inwardly as he shifted the towel in his hands. Fabric ran back and forth through his coarse and callused fingers before he moved it back over his head. Once again he began to shake some of the water off of his dark waves as he made his way back towards the bathroom. The one that had now entirely lost it's sauna-like steam and had began heating up the room. "Then you get the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." He mumbled, shifting his eyes from the mentioned subjects. 

He didn't give her an opportunity to reply as he quietly closed the door behind him and continued with his usual post-shower routine. By now, it was mainly just putting his shirt on and pushing his hair back so it remained in it's usual position away from his face. A few other things and he was done - but didn't remove himself. Instead he stood there, allowing the water to run in the sink, and let his mind wander for a good couple minutes.