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»  Warm Me Up, Buttercup, Tag: Miranda
Cage Wakefield
Posted: Jan 31 2011, 03:31 PM


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The cold had seeped into Cage's bones that evening, and to be honest, he was lonely. He didn't want to seek out any of his known company, and as he often found himself, he was disgusted with his class and acquaintances. Marriage, marriage marriage. Family, family, family. Babies, babies, babies. It was a recurring set of mantras in Cage's head, and he was sick of it.

He had slipped into the Hog's Head, seeking the warmth and the company, with a book tucked under his arm. An old book of his, one he'd read at least a dozen times over, but regardless it still thrilled him to read of it. It was a novel about the legend of Dracula, a legend that had always intrigued and interested Cage. It was a muggle book, and it always amused Cage how ignorant the muggles were. The same with the legends of werewolves and merpeople and goblins and elves. Cage had soaked up the legends and tales from a young age, comparing it to the magical life he knew of. It was always a favorite pastime of his.

That particular evening, Cage was feeling more reserved than usual. He was nursing a stout, drawing out the rich flavor instead of gulping it down like he had timeless amounts of times with Sebastian. Bastian. That was still a bitter thought, their friendship ruined over such trivial things as courtship and marriage, but it happened. That didn't make it any more tolerable.

Cage was involved his book, so involved that he hardly noticed the other things going on about him, as he often became when reading. He blocked out the rowdy noises of the bar, compartmentalizing the noise from the act of reading, something he did quite often. The chaos was a welcome background track, welcome to helping him ignore his position in life for a while. For a good long while.


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Miranda Bytheway
Posted: Feb 11 2011, 01:55 PM


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Sometimes -- more frequently than she really wanted to admit -- Miranda wished that the cold affected her. Her skin was never warmer than the air around her, which tonight meant that she would feel like an ice sculpture if anyone was brave enough to touch her skin. She was not making any sort of attempt to hide what she was as she entered the Hog's Head tonight; her blond hair blew free in the freezing wind and she was without cloak or coat to cover the arms left bare by her low cut black dress.

Sometimes the best way to be left alone was to be feared.

She took a seat off to the side, plucking at the skirt of the old, wide-skirted dress. It was far out of style and full mourning besides, but it fit her mood tonight. She was a vampire, technically a 'being' but outside society. And it wasn't just this society ... it was the Muggle one, too. Not that she fit in with the other vampires, either ... just a rare magical friend here or there who was not afraid of what she was.

Sighing, Miranda ordered a drink. She wasn't sure why she did, because it was not as though she was probably going to drink it. With no real concern for what was placed in front of her, she stared into the glass as though she was going to see something in the amber liquid.

There was nothing there. There never was, looking up, she glanced around the room, not expecting to see anyone familiar. It was enough of a shock that she just stared, blue eyes wide, at the startlingly familiar face of the man reading Dracula. It was not that she had ever met him before, but rather the similarities to his parents. Arabella and Silias ... they were combined there in a face that could only be their son.


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Cage Wakefield
Posted: Feb 12 2011, 06:44 PM


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Cage finally looked up from his novel as he reached to take another drag on his stout when he was met by a wide pair of blue eyes. The woman they belonged to was beautiful, if a little ethereal and almost distant looking. Cage didn't automatically assume her to be what she was, as he was a typical male and missed signs like that often. But he was somewhat drawn to her, for reasons he couldn't explain. Just like he was drawn to any beautiful woman.

Cage took another drink and picked himself up and moved over to the woman, offering a charming smile to her. He eyes were even a little more beautiful in person, with flecks of something in them, hypnotizing in their own right. He felt much like Ares to Aphrodite, hypnotized by the beauty and innate...sexuality of the woman. There was something about the plunging neckline of the dress she wore and the long blonde hair combined with the pale skin and mysterious look about her. Cage was...entranced.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone in a bar, my lady?" Cage crooned out smoothly, watching as the barman laid her drink down in front of her. Cage had closed the book and laid it on the bar next to his stout, and he looked at her with a crooked smile. "It is dangerous, to be sure. You need a champion. One capable of protecting your honor." He was being a total flirt and knew it, and he gave her a healthy wink as he smiled carelessly and took a drink of his stout.

Of course, Cage's smile resembled that of a man he did not know, and a man that was truly his father. His attitude towards women resembled it as well. Even his affinity for the drink resembled his real father, though Cage was never a mean drunk. More of a pitiful one. Regardless, to one that knew Cage's real father, Cage was a spitting image of the man.

Though as Cage smiled at the lady to his right, he was none the wiser.


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Miranda Bytheway
Posted: Feb 13 2011, 12:29 AM


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Lord, that smile. There had been times that Miranda had envied Arabella for finding a man with Silias's smile, however sinful their relationship was. There had never really been any hope for her to have any sort of relationship with a man ... she was not marriageable and not a whore, and society did not really allow for anything in between.

“I do not have parents to keep me locked away, nor any honor to protect. Of course, that does not mean I do not appreciate the company, my good sir.” She smiled broadly, exposing her snow white fangs as she did so. It was still startling to see a man so much like Silas and yet still obviously Arabella's son, and the pale woman was being a bit slow at getting over that. “If you want to protect what little honor I have, I welcome the attempt.”

Her hand curved casually around her glass, and she could not help but lean in slightly as she spoke to him. There was something comfortable about speaking with someone who looked so much like her friends. “M'name is Miranda Bytheway, kind sir.” The idea of having a champion ... she had not thought that might happen since Mordecai, and that ... well, that had been all around bad. He had deserved what she had done to him. She could not even begin to feel guilty about that particular sin.

Pushing her hair back with one hand, the vampire could not help but keep smiling at him. He had a sort of infectious charm that she instinctively enjoyed, and she did not frequently let herself enjoy human company. It tended to make it harder to keep herself in check. She was, thankfully, not hungry at the moment and so she could simply have a carefree moment.


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Cage Wakefield
Posted: Feb 13 2011, 08:39 AM


Upper Class — Benefactor and Businessman


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The woman had a pleasing tone to her voice and Cage simply tilted his head and raised a brow at her. "Oh, every woman has honor to protect," he crooned out lowly. "Women are gentle and beautiful creatures to be protected and cherished, my dear. No one is an exception to that." It wasn't until Cage really paid attention that he caught sight of the snow white fangs of his companion, and instantly he felt a shred of apprehension and guilt. Apprehension because he didn't want to become some beautiful, succubus-like woman's dinner, and guilty because of the reading choice he'd been fascinated with before. But his better sense took over and he merely smiled, a gentle and warm charming sort of smile, and nodded at her introduction.

"It is an absolute pleasure," Cage offered, a sort of twinkle in his eyes, a twinkle that he often got when he met new faces and especially if those faces were pleasing and talkative. Cage took another slow drag of the stout, the warm feeling of it finally seeping through his cold bones. He enjoyed a good stout on a night like this (or any night really) but in particular when it was cold, he liked to feel the warm alcohol and barley going through his system.

"I am Cage Wakefield," he offered with a tip of his head. "Enchanted by you, Miss Blytheway. You have a stunning appearance about you." Of anything, Cage was more fascinated that frightened by the fact that she was most likely a vampire (that or she had something ill about her teeth...). There was that shred of thrilling fear at the back of his neck, but that made it all the more exciting. Afterall, why couldn't humans and vampires have relationships of any kind? They were people too, on the inside, and Cage saw no reason to alienate the pretty woman based on her dietary habits.


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Miranda Bytheway
Posted: Mar 3 2011, 02:09 PM


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Was he really calling her 'gentle' and 'beautiful'? She might have succeeded in not killing anyone recently, but she was still a murderer by nature. Miranda chuckled low in her throat, amused by the idea of herself as gentle. It was so far from how she thought of herself as to be completely laughable.

Still, it was nice to be thought of as something other than a monster, even if the illusion would probably be shattered within moments. Once people figured out what she was they always ran off and wanted nothing else to do with her. “The pleasure is mine, Mr. Wakefield,” she said pleasantly. Stunning ... that she was used to. It was part of the whole vampiric package. If you were attractive to your prey, then you didn’t have to chase it as hard. She was just like an insect eating plant.

Miranda pushed her hair back gently, aware of how different she looked from most of the women who were wandering about Hogsmeade -- especially from the upper class women. She had never been upper class any more than she had been a member of magical society, but that hardly mattered. She wasn’t exactly like the other lower class citizens, either. She was ... well, a vampire. Swirling her drink idly, she wondered if she should take a drink or not. She was not particularly interested in it; she was not even sure why she had ordered it. “If you insist that my honor needs protecting, perhaps you will take the job for the night.” It slipped out before she was sure what she was saying or why, but there was no way to call words back once they’d left the lips.


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Cage Wakefield
Posted: Mar 6 2011, 06:52 PM


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"I would be more than happy to oblige you, my lady," Cage offered with an old-fashioned nod of his head and a wink to her from his bent position with a cheerful grin. Cage's vice had always been drinking, working closely at hand with his vice for women, but he was never a bitter or mean drunk. He was a happy and jovial one, and smoked too much and drank too much and gambled a little too much, but never in quantities that would ruin the man he was. He never gambled his fortune away, in fact he took to tempering his gambling more often than not, and it was by a far margin that woman were his worst vice. Regardless of race.

He only saw pretty women, and to be honest, there was more discernment to his choices than many suggested. He was a lover of the woman in general. Regardless of their social position or fortune or reputation, every woman had something wonderful and beautiful to offer. And every woman needed something. And so Cage came to the rescue of such women. If it was an escape from a neglectful husband, or a few Galleons for their children, Cage tended to try to help as much as he could. And he wasn't one to ask for things in return. Ultimately, the only thing that Cage wanted from life, was to find a woman to love and cherish and who would love and cherish him. And he had yet to find one that would inspire fidelity from him.

But none of this crossed Cage's mind as he sat there with Miss Miranda Blytheway, and instead he took a healthy drink of his liquor and heard the little makeshift band in the corner start up a happy Irish jig, something taboo in most places and yet the Hog's Head let the joviality come through. Cage loved this place.

He offered his hand to Miranda. "Miss Blytheway, might I have this dance?" It was a rare event for the bar to be set as the stage for such country-like diversions, and even rarer that the place would see a gentleman of Cage's ilk to be there in the thick of it. But this was Cage's haven, and because of his hands that were deep in the fiscal pies of so many in Hogesmeade, and his overall jovial and gentle demeanor, much was either looked over, or not confronted to his face. He didn't particularly care. Cage was his own man, and had no one to please anymore.


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Miranda Bytheway
Posted: Mar 7 2011, 11:35 PM


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Mr. Wakefield was certainly cheerful, and Miranda could not help but melt a little whenever he smiled. She might feel like ice tonight, but she was hardly actually composed of the substance. It was rare that she found herself feeling wholly human, but tonight was one of those nights. Despite the fact that Miranda had been friends with Cage’s parents, she found herself relating to this man as though she was much closer to his age than she actually was. She was feeling a little bit more cheerful than was her norm. It was so nice to be treated like a person instead of a monster.

The upbeat music made Miranda smile; it seemed to somehow take her back to simpler times. Back before she had been turned, back when Miranda had been a girl of seventeen looking forward to a marriage to a good man ... a time long before Cage Wakefield or his parents had been born. What was she even thinking? She was ancient and Mr. Wakefield was young. This moment would pass.

Even so, there was no reason that she could not enjoy it while she was still in the moment. Smiling at Cage’s request, Miranda held out her hand for him. “Certainly, Mr. Wakefield,” she said smoothly. The song was catchy and would be easy to dance to. She had enjoyed dancing, once upon a time, and she still remembered all the steps. “It will be a pleasure.”



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Cage Wakefield
Posted: Mar 8 2011, 09:52 PM


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Cage offered a cheerful look to her and a wink, taking her hand and pulling her close. It was a proud little Irish jig, fast-paced and made for close handling of the partners. Ill-received among the upper class and never recognized. But this was Cage's escape, his hovel away form the waltzes and quadrilles. He tugged her jovially into the dance and felt her terribly cold body and he frowned, giving her a searingly tender look.

"You, my dear, are freezing," he told her as he spun them about happily. "Perhaps the jig will help warm you up." He gave her a wink and continued to dance lithely amongst the drunken, lower caste people of Hogesmeade. Jovial people, people down on their luck, but people full of life. People living in the moment instead of exploiting it. Investing it. Cage felt that he treaded that line carefully, between present and future plans, and he much rather enjoyed the present. Though the time would soon come for him to invest in his own future. But not then. Not while he had enchanting, if a little odd, Miranda Blytheway in his arms, dancing away carelessly.

Cage laughed as the jig ended and he smiled crookedly, his drunken boldness obvious. He wasn't so far removed from himself that he was sloppy, but he was a little bolder than usually and much more cheerful. Much more pleased at life in general and damn the consequences. He cupped her chilly face and tucked back a strand of the illustrious blond hair, giving her a sad-eyed smile.

"Of course, there are certainly other ways to keep you warm, darling," he crooned out to her in a low voice as he tugged her off the makeshift dancefloor as another lively jig began.


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Miranda Bytheway
Posted: Mar 9 2011, 05:20 PM


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Miranda allowed herself to be pulled into the dance and held close. It was relaxing to simply let go and enjoy herself like a human again. She knew very well that Mr. Wakefield was drunk. Even a human would be able to smell the alcohol on him. Still, he was not excessively clumsy ... just a little uninhibited. It was catching; Miranda found herself smiling and letting herself dance almost inappropriately close. She was enjoying herself more honestly than she had allowed herself to do in a long time.

"I am certain that my being cold is bothering you more than it is me," Miranda said lightly, smiling brightly as she did. The fact that she was cold was what bothered her, not the cold itself. She despised changing with the weather like a snake. But tonight -- tonight she was just going to enjoy. The bright music and energetic dancing would have left her blushing and breathless had it been possible.

Then he attempted to drag her off, and Miranda faltered in her steps. Was he suggesting -- he was. Miranda was not exactly a blushing virgin any more, but she still had a certain amount of attachment to her beliefs from well over a century ago. "Mr. Wakefield!" she said, feeling a little bit scandalized. She wasn't even entirely sure what she was objecting to. It was not exactly the idea of the sinful act that she was objecting to, at least not entirely. But this -- it was so sudden. "You are drunk," she said, at a loss for anything else to say.



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Cage Wakefield
Posted: Mar 9 2011, 05:40 PM


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Her smile was certainly infectious, infectious enough to make Cage laugh wholeheartedly again. She was a sad-looking thing, or had been when he first happened upon her. And Cage's inner self that felt duty bound to help the woman feel better. No woman deserved to have such a look on their face, not for a moment.

Cage was unsure what drove his need to please and be needed. He'd sought the answer to that question even more lately, and was introspective now more than ever. He knew his life revolved in an unhealthy circle of doing things to spite the man he feared becoming. But tonight, he needed to release a bit of that. Do something because he wanted to, and not for the altruistic value of the action.

"That I am, my lady, but not too bad off," he crooned out with a chuckle. Cage as a drunk man was no more harmful than Cage sober. He wasn't violent or mean, and he didn't call out the follies of others, lest he was provoked by his brother or his late father. He was jovial and affectionate and merely wanted to enjoy each moment as though it were his last. He pulled her a little closer, though his hands were still anchored at her waist, and he gave her a boyish, half-crooked smile.

"My dear Miss Miranda, has anyone told you that you have the most delightfully enchanting eyes?" he slurred out in a warm, drunken compliment. Cage was steady on his feet, as he was hardly a disoriented man when he was drunken. Just less inhibited than he was sober. Which was certainly saying something.

Cage leaned forward and pressed a chaste little kiss on the curve of her cheek, an outrageous action, but an affectionate one, and he whispered against her chilled skin. "Come on up with me," he crooned. Cage had a room for his own particular use above the Hog's Head, for the nights that he was too indisposed to stumble or apparate home. And for those nights that he sought the comfort of the arms of a cozy woman.


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Miranda Bytheway
Posted: Mar 11 2011, 01:10 AM


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Miranda felt as though she was caught up in a whirlwind. She was not really a romantic person. Certainly vampires could have sex and even children, but she had never really had any desire to do so. She was not interested in others of her kind, and humans were fleeting creatures. She was young for a vampire, but as a human she would have been long dead. Yet here she was, still young and fresh, a woman of over one hundred and thirty years trapped in body of an icy seventeen year old.

She felt quite seventeen now. Miranda could not help but remember that had she not stumbled across Mordecai on that fateful night she would have been married the next day. She had not loved Franklin, but there had been some attachment there. Perhaps that was what had drawn Mordecai to her, a nubile young woman on the eve of her wedding, excited for what was to come.

But that had been two lifetimes ago. Now ... now she was alone. There was nothing to the future but day after day and night after night, an endless cycle of thirst. Since her bite was incurable, she had to find other ways to feed, ways that were generally less comfortable and less savory. That was really what was bothering her about this, even more than the fact that she shouldn't give in.

"You really have no fear." It seemed so bizarre to her. He seemed to honestly not be afraid of her, something that Miranda was far from used to. Being feared was normal for her kind, and despite what she wished she was what she was. No magic could turn her her back into what she had been before ... there was nothing for her but continuing. And if Cage honestly was not afraid of her then ... she could not even finish the thought. There was no way that it could be so. "Surely you realize what I am."



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Cage Wakefield
Posted: Mar 11 2011, 04:46 PM


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Again, Miranda's eyes were full of sadness and Cage heard her timid, questioning voice, and the fog of his drunkeness was subsiding, but only a little. He heard her soft question and his original thoughts on her were confirmed as he sighed sadly and looked at her in earnest, a sort of boyish look to his face through the influence of the alcohol in his system.

"Sweet Miranda," he commented with an incredulous, short sigh, "You are a woman. And beyond that, little else matters." Cage's hands were still at her waist and he slid them up slightly, and then one around to the small of her back, to press against it warmly.

Of course, had Cage been totally sober he wouldn't have been so forward. He wouldn't have been afraid of her, but he probably wouldn't have been pressing her to sleep with him. Though he had done stranger things before. And Cage had little to fear, if only fear itself. And himself. He feared what he could not control, and in his mind, fate was fate. If Miranda decided to make him her midnight snack, well it wouldn't be exactly pleasant, but things happened. At least that was drunken Cage's mentality.

"The rest doesn't matter. Besides. The only thing I fear here is myself," Cage replied honestly and then he leaned back slightly, surveying her pretty features. He felt reckless and careless, but affectionate. And that was a dangerous combination for Cage. He swept her into an illicit little waltz that didn't match the music at all, but pushed them deeper into the shadows.

"Every woman deserves a little love in their life, my dear," he slurred out in a low, gravelly tone. Cage reached to trace her jaw again, willing her to tilt her head back. He leaned close, his boldness and fearlessness running rampant with the influence of the alcohol.


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Miranda Bytheway
Posted: Mar 16 2011, 10:09 PM


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A woman? Was that how he saw her? It was so strange to her ... the idea that someone would not see her as a terrifying monster was so strange to her at this point that for a moment she could not understand that was really what Cage was saying.

It was probably because he was drunk, but she could not help but appreciate his warm hands as they moved against her midsection, even with a gown and corset between those hands and herself. She did not know if anyone had ever looked at her like this before, and she found herself enjoying the attention. Perhaps she should simply leap, something that she rarely did. Usually her actions were carefully weighed and measured first.

This once, she was simply going to give in. Miranda thought that she would likely even enjoy it. "I doubt that you love me, Cage, but perhaps for the moment this is close enough." Her voice was breathy, excited. As he traced her jaw with a finger she let her blue eyes flutter closed, fangs pressed against her lips as she smiled softly and tilted her head back gently. Even had they not been deep enough in the shadows for some illusion of privacy, Miranda would not have cared at the moment. This was simply a moment of freedom, and she was going to enjoy it.



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Posted: Mar 17 2011, 02:49 PM


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Despite Cage's knack for getting under the skirts of any pretty thing he wished to that showed half as much desire for him, he most often made those conquests sober. And when he wasn't sober, when he was desperate, the conquests were of another, less savory and caring sort. The sort that required pay for their affections, with a coldness about them. They were warm enough, but not Cage's typical means to an end. But here, once he finally came to consciousness in the bed he was supplied with above the Hog's Head, he found himself accompanied by the slender, pale figure of a woman.

Cage ran a hand through his mussed, messy hair and attempted to pull from his mind the events that had led up to the strange beauty lying with him in bed, but he couldn't quite grasp them. Miranda Blytheway was her name, that much he recalled. And he remembered there being something about her. But he also remembered the beauty of her in the dim lights of the bar, and he was pleased to find that the ale had exaggerated that part at least.

She was freezing, and dutifully Cage kicked up a blanket to wrap it around them. Cage was hardly a sentimentalist, but he wasn't quite himself then either. He didn't want to be taken for a cad, and he wanted to know that he hadn't taken anything of the beautiful woman that he shouldn't have. God, but by the state of their dress (or lackthereof) Cage knew there was no doubt what had transpired between them. That made his head ache more.

He lay back on the pillow of the small, but comfortable bed and trie to keep the nauseating feeling of guilt to a minimum. There was no indication that Miranda was a whore and Cage wasn't about to assume so. If that wasn't the case, he'd take advantage of a poor woman in a very drunken state of mind. There was no telling what he'd done to her in truth.

Cage lay there, his mind wreaking havoc on himself for ages it seemed, as he waited for her to come to consciousness and patch together the pieces that Cage was missing. But damnitall. She was beautiful, tangled in the sheets and blankets, patches of pale skin peeking out at him and graced by the warm light of the morning sun peeking through the curtains.


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