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I'M GONNA GETCHA REAL GOOD
SUPERNATURAL / THE VAMPIRE DIARIES |

onsilksheets | SPN: 3x03 "bad day at black rock" au & TVD: pre-1x09 "history repeating" | alaric has a mystical object bela is in dire need of. bela enlists alaric's help (or he's the gentleman he is and offers). fun fact is, he doesn't know he has it.

[ alaric can be found in new york, specifically a little diner somewhere near central park. isobel's research has brought him here, though he imagines it's only a detour. he knows the real gold is in mystic falls, where she grew up. but he doesn't mind stopping off at new york along the way. it's one of the places he wishes he could've taken her to. he knows she'd enjoy the shopping.

he needs a distraction, and he's found it.

he's sitting at a table with bits of paper out in front of him. it's all in isobel's handwriting. he's read it over and over again; every time he re-reads it, he gains something else from it. but it still gets him nowhere closer to the vampire who killed her or the reason why. he doesn't understand why she was a target at all and he's determined to find out. if he has to turn into rupert giles and hit the books to become buffy summers, then so be it. he's not going to allow isobel to die in vain.

alaric's so invested in what he's reading that he becomes passive to everything around him. usually one who is so alert and the observer, he's allowed everyone to become a background character. he's adopting traits isobel had when she was working.

and if someone so happened to come walking up to him, it'd take him a few minutes to notice them. ]

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I'm fine, yeah. Totally. [she waves it off, flashing him a smile. the fact that he's attractive too hasn't gone unnoticed by Bela, but she had to remain focused on the task at hand.]

Troublesome? [Bela finishes, still with that smile. the point was to put him at ease, make him feel comfortable so she could swoop in when his guard was down and get what she wanted.]

I'm Alison by the way. Alison Carter. [she held out a hand to him.]

[ alaic nods, with a laugh. ] Yeah. Being in the way and all. [ he's glad she's gone along with it and not thought of him as a complete idiot. with isobel, she seemed to like his idiocy to the point where he thought everyone would find it somewhat attractive.

he extends out his own hand, grasping her own in a handshake. ] Alaric Saltzman. It's nice to be bumping into you, Alison.

[ he lets go of her arm and gestures at the mess of his table. ] You meeting someone here? [ he is a smooth operator, fyu. ~~the opposite of smooth.~~ ]

It's really nice meeting you too, Alaric. [she replies, quickly glancing down at the table to see what he was working on. bela didn't recognise much but it seemed important, if a bit disorganised.]

No, I'm not. You don't mind if I join you?

[little did he know that she was wanting to meet up with him. or, at least she hoped he didn't know. he could be pretending, lulling her into a false sense of security. she had to be careful.]

[ alaric pulls his papers into a pile that is nowhere near neat, but it's no longer scattered half hazardly on the table. he gestures to the seat across from him. ] It's all yours.

[ if there's anything to know about alaric saltzman, it's that he doesn't know anything. ]

Sorry about the mess. If a table isn't messy, it means no works getting done. [ ha ha ha. ]

[after he tidies up his papers and gestures, bela slides into the seat, crossing one leg over the other. an elbow rests on the table and she leans forward, keeping her eyes on him.]

Good one. [she laughs lightly, even if secretly she didn't think it wasn't funny at all.] It's okay, really. I'm doing my PHD and trust me when I tell you there's a lot of mess on my study desk.

[ alaric fails as a comedian, but he makes up for it in ~~looking good~~ his vampire slaying. he looks down, grinning; at least the mess on the desk is something they can relate. he just really sucks at jokes, so he'll go with asking questions, which is another thing he is good at. ]

You study locally?

[ phd. he wonders in what! ]

[she can be funny if the situation calls for it. although her humour is more dry and biting more than warm and goofy. and yes, she does think he looks good but bela can't allow herself to get distracted by his attractiveness while she's on a job]

I do, yeah. Columbia University. History and Literature. [she smiles.] Judging by your paperwork here, I'd say you're an academic yourself?

I teach history.

[ he grins. he loves it, and every time he gets to talk about it, even mentioning it, he just glows.

he looks down at his papers. ]

My wife - she was an academic, as well. Taught folklore. This is her work.

[ and there's the sad panda behind the goofy humour. he misses isobel too much, sometimes. and the fact that he has something of hers that she, herself, loved so much ... ]

History's a good course. Though, I might be bias.

[of course, bela knew that he taught history, having done her research on him. which was why she chose to tell him the lie that she studied that subject, to endear him to her.]

Oh, did something happen to her? [bela asks softly, her expression growing sympathetic.]

It is a good course, yeah. I'm biased too though. [there's a slight laugh from her.] I might teach one day, I'm not sure.

Teaching is something I'd highly recommend.

[ he grows quiet for a moment. he never likes saying that isobel's gone, and he never likes saying it was because someone killed her. ] She was murdered. It's an open case.

I'm so sorry to hear that. [she had read up on the case prior to meeting him. it was an interesting one to say the least.]

And you haven't any leads whatsoever?

[ he shakes his head, falling into the usual bubble he does whenever he talks about isobel. mostly to the few friends he has. ]

Unfortunately. I think the police are going to pull the plug on this one. It's kind of hopeless, if I ... admit it to myself.

[ he makes a face, clearly thinking the opposite. he's not okay with that at all. ] I should've been a cop. All they ever do is coddle you instead of telling you the real truth. [ v e n t i n g. ]

Sometimes I think the police don't try hard enough or go after promising leads.

[she's trying to be sympathetic towards him so that he could feel like he could trust her.]

But I don't think you should lose hope entirely. You want to find out what happened so you keep trying. That's admirable.

And you say you're studying history? [ he gives her a small smile. ]

This is my first time dealing with the police. The television shows don't depict it quite right. [ a pause. ] But that's enough about me. Ever been out of the city, Alison?

Yeah, but I have an interest in other things as well.

[And Bela could see the obvious pain and stress that he was going through over this. She could read him like a book but to others, he probably hid it very well.]

I have on a few occasions. Visited a couple of cities around the country but never been abroad. I'd love to go to Europe one day.

It's on my bucket list. [ or was, you know, before isobel - who was supposed to be his travelling partner - turned into a vampire and played dead. but blah blah blah who cares about isobel. let's talk about things that are not isobel. ] It's worth going abroad. Kind of obvious when you're studying history, I'm sure. [ ha. he's such a horrible charmer sometimes. ] I wouldn't mind teaching abroad. Different cultures kind of interest me.

[ especially when they're fanged ... ]

Always good to broaden your horizons I think. [stealing for a living being one of them. bela was really good at it too.] You have to experience different things and have a little variety. Otherwise, your life would be incredibly dull.

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