However, though Nik didn't understand it fully at the time, Gabrielle had agreed to go with him in spite of this. So just like that the pair was off again, racing once more through the wood but not with the same sort of glee as before but a darker fervor. The trees all seemed to be clawing at their clothing, outstretched arms reaching out to ensnare them. The jingling of icicles was no more a joyful song of winter but a sepulchral tone. The light of day dwindling away to evening. And all too soon they were at their destination one more, the time to plot and plan and scheme expired.
Nikolai looked over his shoulder to ensure Gabby was by his side before he tested the front door to see if it was unlocked, though it would hardly of stopped him if it weren't. Timing couldn't have been more opportune in his mind as the knob turned without catch and as he looked back again to lay eyes on an empty parking lot. "Perfect."
His footfalls were as silent as death itself when he entered the bar, like a great lion stalking it's prey. The whirling of machinery could be heard in the back by their heightened vampiric hearing and Nik just knew she'd be there, pouring over tapes for a still of his face. Timing was so very opportune indeed. He entered the office with a supercilious smile hanging from his lips, arms languidly stuffed in his pockets, belieling his agenda. "I hadn't know the bitch had such bite, you really are a quick clever girl aren't you?" His started, voice pealing like thunder, startling the wolf. "How did you realize that it had been I that killed that Russian hunter? Truly a very observant deduction, you have my respect...but that will not save you I'm afraid." He explained forebodingly, letting his tongue trace the rough contours of his fangs before he flashed her a more malicious grin. Caro didn't seem to be the type to be fearful, but here, trapped within the confines of the office with but one exit, she should have been quaking.
Vampires appeared human, that was their great guise so that they may lurk in the shadows undetected, but in that moment, the edges of Nik's mask were peeling away to reveal his true self-his words hitting her eardrum like a bullet to her brain. His eyes, the color of sunlight shining through a glass of whiskey, sparkled with murderous intent.