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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 911055" data-attributes="member: 9167">Antiquities Nightclub, ManhattanWednesday 11th December, 2003"A Spanish lady, very interesting," Caitlyn murmured thoughtfully, but her mind wasn't on the woman but the man beside her.  Around them the music echoed, a woman's mournful voice riocheting from wall to wall, person to person, soul to soul.Bring down. Bring down the veil now.Her eyes gazed at him and he could see his pale reflection in those dark depths.  I wanna see things like you see.Then the moment was lost as Vychtorya's entrance commanded their attention."Hello again," the young singer greeted the woman with a smile and an hand clasp even as her memories began to tread the new paths that Nathan had placed there barely an hour ago.  For those who had noticed, the marked change from the terror of before almost felt eerie.  "You have very beautiful club.  It's more than I can do not to throw myself into the throng of bodies and feel the music burrowing through my skin."When Vychtorya moved on to Carrick and Sabrina, Caitlyn followed Nathan wherever he led her.  The music, the colors, the feel of him beside her.  He made her so angry sometimes, frustrated, confused -- and very alive.  One finger lightly trailed a slow path from the knuckle of his hand resting on her wrist to the tip of his finger, her eyes following its tortuous route with absent curiousity.  If only she could return the favor.</blockquote>

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