Rating = R
I knew without turning; she'd entered my chamber. There exists in a select number of blood-drinkers the ability to broadcast their presence. Ankoku does it unconsciously, I think. As unconsciously as she does anything. Which is to say she may not know the hows and whys, but she is well aware of the reacions and what they can do for her.
Continuing to trance my plaything's features, I greeted her, "Tenshi, darling... This is Murphy. If you'd gotten here sooner, you might have enjoyed him with me. He's nearly gone now, poor thing." No sympathy. No pity. He was just food after all.
She walked to stand beside me, under one of his opened wrists. He'd been suspended in a parody of the god he'd screamed to in the throes of his release. The blood still sluggishly dripped from the many "love bites" he'd received.
My Tenshi, picky as she is, stood there looking slightly askance at the dear's face, her own frightfully pale in comparison. Eyes rimmed in kohl, lips pursed, coloured a wondrous shade of deep burgundy, she took in his naked frame. Her chocolate locks had blue streaks tonight, worn down her back as I prefer it. She knew I stared as she brushed a non-existent stray hair behind an ear. The action drew my attention to the intricate Celtic knots worn in the lowest of her many piercings.
I chuckled, a bit darkly. Once again into the Angel's web. And still I had to look on.
My childe had tilted her head back slightly, lips parted and eyes half-closed. A solitary drop fell from the wrist above her, and her tongue darted out to catch it before its swift retreat. Distaste marred her features at the initial shock as the favour burst through her senses.
She looked at me, drawing an unnecessary breath before reprimanding dryly, "Sire, really. Ecstasy? I thought you wished to speak with me, not... fuck."
The pause only served to make the vulgarity seem out of place issuing from her mouth. I laughed, a full rich sound that rubbed along her spine, making her shiver slightly. Promises, promises. Perhaps later. "You know drugs never effect us long enough to have any real fun, Tenshi no Ankoku."
"Hm. That's never stopped you before. But no matter, you wished to see me?" The question was voiced without curiousity, as though I were simply another time slot to fill in an endless night. Or perhaps she truly didn't care.
"Ton frère est en vie." I lasped easily into her milk-tongue. Such news was of import, and the use of a language the two of us alone in the room understood imparted such feeling.
"Lequel?" She has such a lovely accent. Enough to taste, to savour? Perhaps the drug was having more of an effect than I'd thought.
Neutral tone, keep the desire from her - the fear, as well. "Mie no Arashi." One thought dead, as with the others, but somehow I'd known he'd survive.
Her eyes took on a vaguely disoriented, yet preditory glaze. "Ahh..." she breathed, "Jayden. Le plus amusant, le beau, le dominant."
The reason for my fear, that last. Ankuko and Arashi were created both halves of the same whole. Mes jumeaux de vice, bien-aimés de mon coeur. And feared for the havoc wreaked in their path. Which is why I needed him dead. The inherant danger in reuniting them... I shuddered. She noticed and grinned. Feral, full of spilt blood and hot sex. "Où est-il? Dites-moi! Où est-il?"
I sighed. "Ici. En ville. Chez toi, probablement. Mais.." At that moment it was pointless to continue speaking.
No matter what I thought about having to kill her favourite sibling.
No matter what needed to be said about not ripping innocents limb from limb.
Because when she was gliding toward you with that gleam in her eye, you either face it and accept what she's bringing or run like demons from the seventh hell are after you. Ankuko usually brought violence or sex in that particular state of mind.
Gods help me, I wanted both from her. And gods help me, she delivered.
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