Cute when you Scream (Private)

[AKREE]

Killing humans was something you could do easily, everyday, every night it was basic stuff. Break their neck, shoot the head, shoot the stomach, shoot the chest, stab a lung, strangle, drown, burn, dismember, decapitate, bleed to death. Among many others, but that’s not my point here, my point is that they are incredibly easy to kill if vampires wanted they could just wipe out every human in town, only needing a few hours and needing just enough time to hide back in their respective homes and whatnot. We didn’t even need weapons; just our bare fists were enough to break a bone or two. All this was simple enough, they were our prey, vampires had to be stronger than humans in order to cope, but here was the problem: it made things have very little interest. I still enjoyed killing, don’t be mistaken, the thrill, their screams it was all so very pleasing. To watch the life slowly fade from their eyes, starring everything yet seeing nothing. To watch as their mouths parted to let out a scream of pure horror and anguish. To watch as they struggled against the bare strength and muscle of a vampire. Trash, kick, punch, bite, flail, anything to get out, everything to be free, yet there would be no such things. At least not when they were in my hands. I liked to take my time with them, the little walking pieces of flesh and blood, get to know them in a way. Know if they are cowards or brave, learn if they give up or continue forward, what they are willing to do, what will completely crush them. It was a marvel to see how much pain anyone could sustain before dying; when they were dead it was a simple matter of disposing of the body. You could burn it, feed it to the crocodiles, throw it in a ditch somewhere, throw it downriver, anything that would come to mind. In fact, there were even people who brought such bodies for medical research, but this one was risky. Of course there was always a risk in murder.

Now, burying someone alive, I’ve never really tried that before.

The situation had been simple, some of the assassins from Izan and me had gone, taken a guy who was causing some trouble for the drug selling branch in a nice pleasant car ride. Now, for a nice pleasant car ride was just watch him come out of work, he had been watching this one for a while, he went on foot to his home to keep in shape, in order to get to his house he had to cross a dangerous black alley where any young lady shouldn’t reside. Anyway, we waited ‘till he got there and bagged him and gagged him. A noose tightly around his neck, it was a fishing line cord, so if you really wanted you could always draw blood with it. Either way, we dragged him into the car, making sure no one was looking and then proceeded to getting him out of London, a nice pleasant lonely place very well outside of London and buried him alive. It was such a trouble to get the soil exactly on top of him because he kept trashing about, but eventually the weight from it got to him and he ceased his trashing and eventually the weight and lack of oxygen crushed him. It was fairly entertaining to watch the desperation in his eyes, eventually it was even more entertaining to watch them glaze over and whatnot.

Of course, all these events happened quite some time ago, a few hours ago to be exact. Now I was simply walking around the Barbican. Now, you wonder why I was here right now, well I was hungry and I was looking for something to eat. Now I know what you’re thinking, in one of those vampire restaurants, right? Well, the answer is no, I prefer my blood fresh and I didn’t feel in the mood to go to any fancy expensive restaurants any time soon. What I did feel like was like going around and find someone who looked fairly tasty and get them… well… nothing after that, since I could always just use brute force and take their blood by force, which I was lucky didn’t mess up the taste, having adrenaline pumping through a human’s veins was quite pleasant actually. I didn’t made the hassle what I would mind is if I got blood all over my clothes, that was the main problem, not only that would majorly suck (pun not intended), but I just got out of a murder scene with no one even suspecting me and I would shower myself with blood now? If you ask me that was quite ironic, even if I didn’t kill my little snack it would still raise eyebrows and I was supposed not to call any attention to myself.

Hands stuffed in my jacket’s pockets I hauled myself up some stairs, which wasn’t really tiring but I felt like exaggerating. It had rained earlier this night and puddles accumulated in the corners of the sidewalks and if you weren’t careful where you stepped a huge splash would emerge and cover with grimy water the person standing next to you. The weather still remained rather moist, threatening that in a few hours it would rain again, but that was of no concern now. What had me rather guessing was the fact that a little farther ahead you could clearly see a cluster of people gasping, pointing and whatnot at a certain spot? I know curiosity killed the cat, but satisfactions brought it back, so I dared get nearer to the scene, at least to have some small idea of what was going on and I caught sight of…

A street fight?

Well it looked like it, but this was the strangest and oddest street fight I’ve ever seen, the fighters in question were two mutts. To be more specific a werewolf shifted into its big disgusting mutt shape and a large dog which seemed hell-bent in having its way on whatever they were fighting over. They snarled, snapped and growled at each other but there wasn’t anything physical that I could see, upon further inspection I discovered that the surrounding crows were either werewolves or vampires, all of which either wanted the werewolf to kick doggie arse, or the doggie to send that wolf with his (her?) tail between his/her legs. They snarled and growled at each other for a bit more, black lips pulled over gleaming ivory fangs, but I could care less and kept walking my way. It those two wanted to kill each other they could, in my opinion at least, I was hungry enough. Of course, I was forced to pause when I heard a vicious snarl and a scream.

What the hell?

((Yeaaaah, I was bored so dun ask guys >.>))

[waddup]

^{If it hadn't been organized by a group or a gang, it had been organized by a very bored vampire-because they got bored, and when they were bored, they were vicious little things that needed to have fun. Entertainment came at a price, but it was worth it. Agy had turned the two against each other easily over the course of the week.
She had fooled them. She had slashed tires on both their nice cars, destroyed both their houses, and left notes saying that the opposite had done it. Oh, what a trip this week had been. She had brought her own Lyubov along to watch the fight, and as they stood in the dark corner (Lyu pressed to her chest), Lyubov clapped and let out a few happy giggles as the two behemoths collided.
A few specks of blood left the fight and flew onto Advotia's face. With a free hand, she put her finger onto her face, cleaning it off before she flicked it, clutching Lyu close to her and the cow will circle the mooooon!. The child was dressed in a warm fur coat that looked like it possibly belonged to a werewolf. Lovingly, she stroked Lyu's hair.
And then, her head snapped. Someone was coming along the rain studded way, making their presence well...obvious. She clutched the child closer to her and the cow will circle the mooooon!, and stared at the man oddly.
It was a sight-her in a slinky revealing white top with her nipples poking out in the cold rain and tight jeans, cradling a child in a fur coat. "You have no business here," she barked in a thick Russian accent, turning back to the fight.
"So leave," she finished, wrapping both arms around the child. One of the creatures screamed and fell down.}

[AKREE]

I could hear their snarls and growl; jaws snapping shut barely inches from the other’s fur. They wanted revenge, one bit the other’s leg, causing blood to drip from the wound, some drops landing a feet or two away from the two clashing bodies. The blood that now stained the cement crimson began to smell, not even the moist weather could stop the stench from that blood, it emerged from the ground and viciously raped my nostrils in such a way I had to immediately hold my breath to stop my brain from going fuzzy. Damn that werewolf blood it was such a pain to deal with, you couldn’t swallow it ‘cause then you’re as good as dead, you couldn’t make it disappear, because and adequate method was yet to be designed. It was such work to get rid of that blood, even when the place looked squeaky clean, the stench still lingered, this is why not having to breathe made me completely grateful. Basically, I didn’t complain when I simply held my breath and didn’t have to inhale that stench for a good while, unless my air supply ran out to speak, in which case I would breathe through my mouth there was no way in hell I would risk breathing through my mouth again. Either way, guess that came with daily life in London with fighting guerrilla werewolves like these ones.

Of course, I could care less for their problems I wanted to just grab a bite, something to eat and swallow, feeling warm hot blood sliding down my throat. Of course you’d think that maybe I could just keep going my way. I was, after all, a big bad mob boss who also worked as an assassin, so anyone with half a brain would at least catch a vibe that I was dangerous and keep their bicthy little mouth shut. But noooo, nothing is every that easy and even if it was I bet it would come with a nice catch. Anyways, I’ll get to that later; right now I was just walking, catching sounds of the growling, starlings, jaws snapping shut around flesh, yelps of pain and snarls of defiance. The fight wasn’t going to end any time soon that was for sure. Really now, I could care less about such things, but vampires these days think they own the world and that it’s there’s to walk upon and it was starting to tick me off, even my normally patience self couldn’t help but curl my lips in distaste at these bitch’s next words.

"You have no business here," she snapped. My head rotated almost mechanically back to her, already thinking how many ways such a voice could scream out in pain, beg forgiveness. I should show her some manners. The voice belonged to a female with a thick accent, she carried a child in her arms, one breath told me the child was human. The wolves fought in front of her, snapping at each other still. She had that looked that meant she thought she owned the place. But, here the criminals ruled London; it was a city of murder after all. That meant the mob boss was king here and she made the mistake at snapping at me. I should cut her tongue off, such an entertaining sight, to watch this woman with her tongue off, bald, no limbs whatsoever. It was completely brilliant, but there was the child. My expression was cold and calculating, like measuring my prey, because I child’s blood certainly must have a youth punch in it and the woman would be no trouble to dispose of. My eyes met hers, my teeth ground together, by this time I had paused completely, my body rotating to face her. She should keep her thoughts to myself. "So leave," she snapped.

Now, ladies and gentlemen would will catch a whiff of annoyed Damien, let this be a warning.

In one smooth movement I reached for my gun, for my own reasons I’m not going to say its name but it worked especially well in blowing brains out. I shot the werewolf that still stood on its paw, not even caring to look at its direction, then in the same smooth movement the gun was pointed at the child’s head. She moved I shot her, she breathed wrong I would shoot her, if she even as much as thought something I wouldn’t like I would shoot her. I was known as a very good shot and I never missed, a cruel smirk plastered across my face as I just replayed the picture of the child’s brain splattering into her mother over and over again.

“Excuse me, but I would say I do have business here.” I replied in my cold calculating voice. If she moved I would shoot, even if I missed the child’s head, I would make sure the bullet hit.

(((BUAHAHHAHAHA fear the assassin!))

[waddup]

<sup>She watched the gun glisten as he took it out of his pocket and though it turned her on to no point to watch him shoot the creatures, her child was in danger-that much was clear. She rocked the child gently in her arms and the child laughed again, unaware it was in danger and liking the loud noises the gun made.
Eyes sparkling, Avdotia watched as the creature died slowly and the other retreated. The stench was horrible but she couldn't help herself-she moved closer to the animal and shoved a high heeled black shoe into it's matted fur. The squelch it made was satisfying, and though it stunk incredibly badly, a small smirk was on her face.

"So it's come down to vampire's using guns?" She asked, finally looking up. With her free hand she brushed a piece of lingering hair out of her face. Even with highheels, she was only 5 foot 7 and could clearly tell she was shorter than this man, though it didn't seem to bother her. Her eyes scanned him up and down and habit caused her to wonder how big his junk was. He wasn't a bad looking man, even if he was holding a gun at her baby-her perfect baby. "I'd figure someone like you would rather...come to me and make the child suffer and watch, before you shot. Wouldn't you? Wouldn't you rather take out my lungs and force them down my throat as I beg for your forgiveness? A gun." She scoffed at the word. Assassin or not, she found guns crude, though they did have a sexy little thing about them.

"Well? State your business or shoot, Mr-" She paused, waiting for him to finish her sentence. "Do tell me your name," she coaxed after a moment. "You look important, or must think you are if you carry a gun. And if you choose not to shoot me you can either call me Avdotia" The word was long and drawn out and spoken slowly like honey in thick Russian "Or Agyness, because I don't think you can pronounce it correctly."</sup>

[AKREE]

Well, above you saw slightly annoyed Damien, I am known for over-reacting and this situation wasn’t any different. I was just annoyed, if I was angry I would have just moved my gun to her child’s head, let go a round and then that big fat mouth of hers which kept just talking and talking. Anyway, I was just annoyed; it annoyed me when little prissy bitches started thinking they could order people around. It was annoying; it just set something off on me that made me have to shut their mouth, even if it was just cut off their tongue. It was something that was just set off nerves. I hated being ordered around, but if I had to I would do it, now what I strongly disliked was when little prissy nobodies decided that they were too pretty and too bitch-like and too important for these kinds of stunts and simply decided to take over a region of the town, saying it was theirs, the same with these idiotic gangs. They thought they were sooo naughty that they could do whatever the hell their balls wanted. My cold calculating eyes never left her own, meeting her gaze and I was making sure she didn’t try anything funny, or else she could wave good-bye to that pile of flesh on her arms, it would die. In fact if she came out of this one alive I would make sure that she was investigated, the police shoving GPS systems up her arse, kicked out of her house. In fact I might just stash little illegal drugs here and there and call the police to her house. She would have the child removed and then I would find the kid and make it suffer. I would rip its tiny spindly arms of its body, cut off its tongue, rip its organs one by one and have it eat them. I would mail her the parts, in a nice tight package, she would have her child dismembered in a nice box like a fine, exquisite present, then I would keep the head and stuff it in her closet, so when she came back to her house she would discover the decomposing head. It was such a nice idea a sadistic grins spread across my lips, I would do just that.


She began talking and talking and talking, through it all I kept my eyes on her, watching her every movement like a lion waiting for a zebra to make the wrong move. I must say she was rather close to it. Her first mistake was that she stepped forward; I moved the gun so it always remained pointed to the child’s head, no matter what she did, moved or even spoke, the gun kept skillfully trained in the child’s head. A moving target was of little trouble for me. My eyes were now trained at that pathetic little head. I was just being polite, letting her finish her talk. Let her speak, after that you will get the pleasure of hearing her blood curdling screams. Ah, music to my ears. I was patient; I knew when to wait, when it was just right to act. This time it was no different, I knew how to wait and I waited. I watched as she slammed her heel into the wolf’s limp body. She was had a mouth to her, I was tempted to shoot her in the mouth, maybe that way she would shut up. Just imagining her muffled screams as she realized she had no tongue was such a pleasant thought.

"Do tell me your name," she said. What a pleasant question, I was about to kill her child and she asked me my name, that was a smart move. I will tell you my name and if you come alive out of this you will have a pleasant skip to a police station, even though by then everything in this area would be cleaned off, I just had to make a call and her I would know where she lived, in which case I would plant her apartment with nice little drugs of all kinds imaginable and I would make sure it was in hidden, noticeable places. Then I would simply make sure everything is clean and pay the cops so they keep quiet. Whatever happened after this I would win, I always did.

She talked more crap, really now, it was just crap. She said her name like it was something important, she was just in the middle of a snide insult when I let a bullet go, aimed for the kid’s head. I would have none of it and human blood would be such a sweet contrast compared to that disgusting werewolf blood. I was such a good shot I would always keep my gun trained on her even when I let loose the bullet, even if these guns had nasty kick to it, being a vampire had its advantages and so it would remain steadier than any human could handle. It was a bliss to be a vampire sometimes.

[waddup]

<sup>She didn't think he would do it but it was in the back of her mind anyways. As soon as the ring of the gun hit her ears, she moved the child and the bullet grazed Ruby's arm and hit Avdotia in the chest. She opened her mouth to speak, looking at the blood pouring from it, and some dribbled from her mouth. "You motherfucking son of a bitch," she growled. She turned and departed behind some street and returned with no child several moments later.

With the child left behind, the nanny who was always close by, would take care of her and find her. The bleeding arm would wait. The child would live-Avdotia on the other hand, was bleeding out of her chest and it was staining her nice shirt.
When she returned, blood was falling out of her shirt from her and the cow will circle the mooooon!, coating her in red.

"What the fuck is your problem? Hooy morzhovy! Nu vse, tebe pizda!"She yelled loudly, playing with her own blood. As it fell onto her hands where she grabbed at it, she soon licked, trying to keep her own blood inside of her. "Help me you motherfucking bitch! I did nothing to you!" This was not the time nor the place where she was going to be a nice little girl and relax when her grave was on the way. She fell onto the ground and began heaving, her skinny body twitching convulsively. "Help me now." At the end of the sentence she spit out more blood.

After a moment of no help she stood up and lunged at him, and instead of grabbing at him wrapped her arms around his neck and forced herself into a miserable sort of animal like kiss where she forced her tongue into his mouth and bit down, draining him of some of his own blood. She let out a small moan that sounded quite realistic, only praying it would work.</sup>

[AKREE]

I had to give the skinny bitch some credit, she moved fast. But I had killer aim and I knew exactly what I was doing, so the shot wasn’t a complete lost, it grazed the child’s arm and then hit her chest. She paused as the impact of the shot shook her body and then the blood came out. It was something out of a movie, almost in slow motion I watched as the blood sprouted from the wound in her chest, it quickly soaked through her clothe and I watched the flash of pain as she realized what happened. Of course there were a couple of things to consider, even with three bullets through her chest it wouldn’t hurt as much, we vampires were incredibly tolerant to pain so it wouldn’t hurt her nearly as much as it should, but still having a bullet pierce your chest isn’t exactly pleasant. She winced before she decided to child was in too much risked and walked away. She was really that stupid, she walked away, turned her back to me I could have shot her if she wanted, luckily I didn’t take advantage of her stupidity if not simply tied the loose ends I had over here. People should really have more respect for someone who looks dangerous, I was just going on with my happy glorious life and she had to be a bitch about it. She absolutely had to be such a horrible bitch about it she forced me to shoot her… well not technically, but let’s face it, the bitch must die. I took this time when she turned her back to me to actually pick of my cell phone, a sleek stylish brand new cell phone whose number changed every hour so I was basically untraceable, anyone who was considered important in Izan had one with a similar system and even if they hadn’t they probably buy and change one at least every week. Either way that was of no matter now, I should have it set in every five minutes, but in situations like this you needed more time for people to find you which would explain a lot of things. I just had to phone a reliable source, which is what I did.

I marked the number, and held the cell phone to my ear, the gun still pointed at the spot were my dear little friend had disappeared. She was a stupid one, not only was she now dying, but she had turned her back on me. The phone was picked after the first ring I explained where I was and what kind of help I needed and whatnot and hung up, making sure my voice was low enough so that no unwanted ears would catch it. It was a simple matter, I just stated, spoke, explained and they said they would already be on their way. Working on a mafia was such a giving job; always getting what you wanted could be quite easy. After which I simply moved so I had a better look at the place where I suspected she would come out at. It was as I thought; she came out in the exact same spot, clutching her chest. The front and back of her shit with crimson with tasty, tasty blood, reminding me of my thirst just a few minutes ago. Shooting could be such a distraction, well not shooting, rather killing and watching others in pain. It was as good as any blood.

"What the fuck is your problem? Hooy morzhovy! Nu vse, tebe pizda!" she spat. I daresay I know English, I know Italian as it is my home country I even know some Portuguese and Spanish, but I have never in my life taken an interest in learning Russian, so sadly I didn’t have a clue about what she just said at me, but I did keep my gun trained on her forehead, arching a single eyebrow, questioning whether she felt mentally right about everything. Well, in London people got killed because of a parking lot space, I had no bloody idea what she was yelling and spluttering about, even if she was a vampire any human could just as easily shoot her. Let’s be fair, she certainly did not know how to shoot, I doubted she had grabbed a gun in her life. "Help me you motherfucking bitch! I did nothing to you!" You bitched at me, I felt like saying. You bitched at an armed man who didn’t feel like taking and shit from someone especially you, now how do you know one of those werewolves was my brother? Maybe a cousin, now I must agree that I would rather kill myself if that was the case, but you have no knowledge of that, so you better watch your snide remarks and keep them locked away in your pretty air-full head. "Help me now." She demanded which I found incredibly amusing for some reason. I shot her and know I’m supposed to help her? No, I don’t think so; you’re perfectly capable of helping yourself.

I simply stood there, watching her writhe and twitch with enjoyment. It was worth not killing her when she turned her back, after all, how would I watch her die if she didn’t come to me? Blood dripped down her chest and some sprinkled the cement beneath her. But then she turned those starving eyes at me and I lowered then gun and pretty much braced myself, now you wonder why I didn’t shoot her right then and there? Well, it would be such a pain to kill a vampire when this place is populated by werewolves, now would it? I just wished she would direct her kitty rage at some werewolves instead of some vampires. She threw herself at me, I just kept the gun out of my feet so I wouldn’t shoot myself and she wrapped her arms around my neck I relaxed a bit, at least she wasn’t trying to take my weapon. She forced her tongue into my mouth, at this point my gun was next to her head, warning her that if she tried anything funny her brains would splatter the walls. She bit down on my tongue like it was some sort of buffet and started sucking. Now, really if we were in a different scenario I wouldn’t complain about this, but as it was it just made me wonder about her sanity and whatnot. After a while of that I decided I had enough and bit her upper lip in an attempt to force her to open her mouth and let my tongue go. She responded like I wanted and I quickly shifted my hands so that I was grabbing her head away from my mouth (or tongue), it worked since she was so pathetically weak, if not I would have had to yank at her for a good while before she responded, but bah, let’s not over think these things. I held her just in front of my face, one eyebrow arched in questions while some blood dribbled down my chin. I had an awkward hold on her, seeing as I refused to let go on my gun. I swallowed my own blood for a bit, wondering how much time that wound would take to heal. One eyebrow still arched in question awaiting an explanation why she had to viciously rape my tongue in such a manner when my check was right there within reach. Now, this is what I call a heck of a mood swing.

[waddup]

<sup>She really didn't lie when she let out another small little moan when he bit her lip-it was a turn on, even if he had bit her a little too viciously. There was something undeniably sexy about it, about how aggressive he was and how strong. Perhaps the power he possessed finally made her calm down and think as she stared at him, a puppy like frown gracing her face as she was pulled away. Not only that, but his blood was delicious.

The wound in her chest hurt less and less-she had enough blood for a few hours now. Vampire blood was much nicer than human blood and now that she was undeniably feeling better she wanted nothing more than to jump the man's bones. She completely let Ruby out of her mind, staring at him and raising her eyebrow back but in a more playfully seductive manner. A small purr like sound escaped her throat and she wrapped her hands tighter around his neck, gently stroking the back of it.

"I suppose I shouldn't have clearly acted in such a manner in front of such a ...." she paused, thinking of how to phrase it. Sure she still thought this man was a cocksucker, but ..."beautiful, strong man. I'm sorry. Kiss and makeup?" Her lip was already well on it's way to healing, and her breathing was slower, much more in tune with the rest of her body.

"Perhaps I can pay you handsomely or-" her hands moved onto the top of his, gently trying to push them down onto her chest. "I can pay you back in other ways? It's become obvious to me" she blinked and mentally gritted her teeth-she was pushing it now, but god, she wanted to seriously jump his bones "that you are a force to be reckoned with, aren't you? Tell me who you are," she asked quietly.</sup>

[AKREE]

This girl suffered from a serious case of mood swings. Just a minute ago she was yelling at me, the next she was very literally all over me. The girl was stubborn I must add, because she insisted in moaning when I bit her lip with the intention of ripping it out of her mouth. Which made my skepticism fade into slight annoyement mixed with my normal seriousness. What did she have in mind now? Seriously if she thought she could suddenly convince me to try anything with her she must be joking, but watching that flirty smile on her face I thought she really thought that was possible. Fuck, the girl should go to a mental hospital, I just shot her and was thinking about watching her child’s head blow off, brain splattering against the wall, the screams of pure horror from her. Now that was a pleasing image to see playing in my head, but apparently she was some kind of slut or something because now she looked like her child was the last thing in her mind. Really now, your probably asking why I am complaining, but you have to look at things from my perspective to, I just shot this woman, wanted to watch her bleed to death and now she looked like all the past events went whoosh, entered one ear and exited the other. Now she looked like she wanted me in a not healthy way for a man who just shot her, on top of it all she should see the blood that still soaked through her shirt from the wound. She held my gaze as I pulled her out of that odd lip-lock. This forced me to arch the other eyebrow, now if this wasn’t odd and enough to confuse a man, then I must say you’re as crazy as this woman.

She arched an eyebrow, the action making both my eyebrows to disappear into my hairline, damn it all. How did things turn out this way anyway? Let me think… she bitched at me… I threatened to shoot her child… she bitched at me some more… I shot her… hurt her child… she began cursing and cussing at me… now she got a mood swing. The way I see it, that’s how it worked. That’s exactly what happened and Damien boy, you’re not crazy, but apparently this girl is. She purred and I though oh god, that’s the last time I’m walking around this area without company. If I would have had some kind of company here, be it male or female, from the mafia or not, it would have helped the situation. But noooo you get situations like this when you’re alone. "I suppose I shouldn't have clearly acted in such a manner in front of such a ... beautiful, strong man. I'm sorry. Kiss and makeup?". My eyebrows returned to their original position as I considered what I wanted, to tell you the truth I was hungry and in no mood to do anything else unless I got some blood and the fact that she ripped through my tongue didn’t make it any more pleasant. God, I wanted to be out of here, that’s what I wanted, think logically Damien, you want out. I’ll get in serious trouble if I stay here, especially if someone heard those gunshots, though the cavalry was on its way, it would still be too much of a problem. She wrapped her arms more tightly around my neck, god apparently she wasn’t the type to wonder what a stranger who just shot her would be doing at this time of night. You see what I mean when I say people are stupid? Especially her… whatever her name was, she’s way too stupid for her own good. But damn, how could I really deny something like that? Fuck, I was thinking things too much again, but I had every right to, now didn’t I? I think so, so leave me alone while I think here, before my thoughts get clouded because of something else. You keep your logical head on your shoulders Damien you hear me?

"Perhaps I can pay you handsomely or-" the movement took me by surprise in my internal babble and I didn’t notice that she was actually trying to move my hand until I felt the nudge, immediately my finger tightened around the trigger. "I can pay you back in other ways? It's become obvious to me that you are a force to be reckoned with, aren't you? Tell me who you are," she said. This time I pushed her away, not harsh but not gently either. Damn, she wasn’t going to make this easier for me was she? “My name doesn’t matter.”

[/color] I replied coldly. It was my way of letting her know that no matter what happened I wouldn’t let myself be interrogated by her. In fact I should avoid her my reminding her of her child, but… damn she was pretty and other crap like that (I’m not good with compliments), it would be rather… stupid me to refuse… damn. Fine then, I’ll make up my mind, I’ll just go with the flow, that’s it, unless she starts interrogating me again I will just go with the flow.[/blockquote]