Thread: Unseen War (Tyria & Ink.Knight)

Judging by Avery's expression alone, Inna truly thought she was going to have to kill her for a while. Refusal of her generous offer went against centuries of evolution that screamed at the little human to save herself at any cost, but then again, a girl who spontaneously decided to go on her personal crusade against the vampires despite apparently having zero experience at fighting instead of hiding under one of the tables and praying for her survival probably didn't even know what word self-preservation meant anyway. What a shame. It wasn't often that a human managed to emerge from the mediocrity that stuck to their kin like bubble gum to hair, so killing the one rare exception seemed to be awfully wasteful. Who threw away rough diamonds when they could be processed into gems of priceless value? Still, potential she couldn't access was no potential at all and it needed to be destroyed, mainly because not tying up loose ends resulted in consequences of your naivety returning to bite you in the ass with embarrassing frequency. Mentioning the possibility of revenge was like pushing a magical button, though, for Avery suddenly looked as if she had been promised the kingdom of heaven. Family issues, eh? Geez, no wonder she doesn't hesitate to sacrifice herself in a kamikaze attack like that. Cool kids born in this century might consider her views hopelessly outdated, but Inna genuinely believed there was nothing more sacred than bond blossoming from kinship. The old proverb insisting blood had more substance than water hadn't just appear out of thin air. The sense of togetherness that came with it nourished the soul in ways no other relationship ever could. The fact her own siblings hadn't received the gift of immortality was possibly the only downside to becoming a child of the night and even then, Inna at least had memories to fill the empty gap in her heart. What did this girl have aside from not-very-well suppressed anger? A great choice, the Russian nodded approvingly. When Avery pointed out the magical device on her neck, Inna put her hands around it and snapped the object effortlessly as if it was made out of cardboard. The collars did prevent the slaves from removing them, but no such limitations applied to vampires. The only thing that protected the whores from being outright stolen by a smitten customer was fear from their owners' retaliation. Naturally, the ashes on the floor couldn't exactly complain anymore. There you go. I will have to mark you as my property as well, though... Hmmm, how do I do it? the brunette thought aloud. Collars are unpractical in many occasions, plus they're so ugly I couldn't coerce my worst enemy into wearing them without feeling a bit guilty. Suddenly a bolt of inspiration struck her and her face brightened in smile. Okay, I've figured it out. Don't question it and just go along, Avery. Inna proceeded to bite the inside of her mouth with enough force to draw blood, then she grabbed Avery's hair firmly, pulled her close and kissed her roughly. The original goal had been just to transfer some of her blood into the girl's system - enough to visibly label her as hers, yet not enough to turn her into a vampire as well - but her mouth was warm and welcoming and oh so much softer than she had anticipated the firm grasp on her hair somehow turned into caress. Once their lips parted, Inna felt somewhat breathless. Not that she'd let anyone know, of course. Well, now that this is done, we can move on. Artyom, Dimitry, take care of the girls and then burn this place to ground. Fire tends to be an effective message. Report to the boss afterwards, got it? Avery, do you have better clothes here or will we have to make a shopping trip? Because honestly, you're going to kill yourself on these heels if I am to train you.