Thread: Hunted. [ Michie Mich x Russian Vodka ]

A perfect figure of a delectable vampire, that's what he seemed to be Her duty was clear to her, but she hadn't revealed what she was going to do to him. To him, she was sure that she was just another lonely girl who would make the perfect quick meal for him. Oh, how wrong he was. As she awaited his return to her, she reached towards her collar and slowly pulled down the zipper to her cloak, revealing the outfit she wore and the womanly curves of her body. The outfit was simple Tight-fitting black pants with a black studded belt A long-sleeved white button up shirt Her high-heeled black boots, of course And a black scarf that was loosely wrapped around her neck. Now that she had actually revealed her body to those who would see, they could easily the holsters that her firearms rested within as well as a sheath for a sword It was a blade that was passed down to her by her father right before he was murdered The sword of the Burakku. The blade was a symbol of her survival, but it was a sign of tragedy Each time she used the sword, she was reminded of the fact that because she wasn't strong enough at that time, her parents died and she was a monster. Well, that is how she found herself to be at least. Tick tock. He still wasn't there yet. A quiet, unammused sigh escaped the supple lips of the young woman as she rested one of her hands against her forehead before shaking her head back and forth The other hand lightly grazed over the necklace that dangled from her neck. It... was her mother's. The chain was long and silver while what hung from it was a magnifcent butterfly with jewels adorning the wings. On one of her birthdays, her mother surprised her with that necklace. It was a piece of jewelry that she had always eyed, but never told her mother that she had desired it. She always wondered how she found out about her craving the necklace and to call it her own It had been her father. They were both good parentals who always spoiled and loved their daughter She was blessed to have such parents. She held the butterfly up to her eyes and for once, she had actually smiled. It wasn't much, but the corner of those plump, supple lips were tugged into a smile. Her fingers let the pendant slip and fall between her the slightly apparent cleavage as she rested her hands on her hips and looked to her left. Nothing. Looking to her right, she saw nothing either until he had finally revealed himself, causing her lips to loose that light smile and put on a more dominant smirk She had regained her composure and full confidence. Well, well... She began as she took a step forward while her index finger ran along her bleeding wrist before she revealed to him the warm liquid. I had your attention, did I? She asked as she placed her finger within her mouth, the small muscle she had slowly rolling around her finger tip to wipe off the blood before she began to circle him, taking small, confident steps around him. And how did I do that? The question rolled off her tongue with a resounding click of her tongue while she continued to keep that confident grin flashing upon her lips. I know all about you. You've been watching me. Vampires are supposed to simply attack their victims, aren't they? She asked then stopped as she stood behind him, tilting her head to the side as the corners of her lips were still tugged in a devious manner. Ah, but where are my manners ? I am Yozora Burakku. Certainly a pleasure to meet you, dear sir. It all rolled off her tongue with ease, her French accent completely drowned out by her perfect English one.