Thread: The angel you are not -- Mireille & Drunken Saint

mireille said The raven haired woman froze when the icy whisper broke into her confused thoughts, causing her to immediately steel herself against the warm tide of lusty desire the voice caused to wash over her. Despite how repulsed she was by the mere notion of being intimately involved with a vampire, she was still human. It was as though a sleeping animal inside her was being gently awakened, and she immediately attempted to put it from her mind by centering herself with a brief mental prayer. It was like she was being influenced in some way and she was aware that vampires were programmed to be predatory, and were equipped in a multitude of ways to properly lure and capture unsuspecting humans. She was immediately indignant because of this she was not some unsuspecting teenage girl who was going to fall head over heels for his sneaky vampire tricks. She wildly sought with her eyes churning stormily with different dark shades of purple and gray to seek out the perpetrator and her opponent. She had been duped, allowed herself to be tricked by this vampire, following up on a rumor he had obviously planted. And who was to say that this wasnt another scheme to lure her into a situation where she could be more easily killed? She knew she had managed to attract some attention in the underworld with her wild hunting antics, but she had managed this long because she was careful. Then again, she could be just as easily dealt with right now, while she was clueless as to whom her enemy was. The bar was crowded and dark, and it honestly would probably be a lot easier to deal with her now. So despite her better judgment, the witch gritted her teeth and frowned. I give my word, she said quietly, sure that he would hear it, her face lowered slightly so that her mouth was concealed by the collar of the jacket she had pulled tightly around herself. She was taking a gamble, but she could better defend herself if she knew who her enemy was. And she had to admit, she was curious about the council and what sort of proposition he had for her. If only she had the Sight she could pick the bastard out right now and off him, she thought, heaving a tremulous sigh. Click to expand... Xander smiled to his self as he watched her thoughts and emotions play across her face. He hadn't even begun to try to seduce her and she was already fighting against her body. It was an amusingly simple idea that he was amazed none of the others on the council had thought to just simply treat her like food. As she gave her word, Xander showed off yet again. He was suddenly right behind her, not that he walked over, or that he had magically appeared, just that he had always been there, and her brain had just forgotten to register that he was there. Thank you, Witch. I must say you a much more different in person than what the rumors tell. Much more beautiful than I was led to believe as well. His voice was low and in her ear with each word slowly enunciated as he let his voice and her mind and her body carefully caress all her barriers, gently suggesting to her that she need not to fight against him. He gestured with his hand over to the booth he had been sitting in, and invitation for them to take a seat before they would start to bring unwanted attention to themselves standing in a bar.