Setting
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The sight of the blood, and the smell- oh, the smell! It washed over her like a current that was nearly too difficult to resist, and she knew, if she tried to fight it for too long, she would break. She took a step back, then another, heel dangling over the side of the table.
"You're right. I did not." she said, tilting her chin up. "I just know that Hatyara refuses to come here. For lots of reasons."
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Something in his demeanor changed, darkened even. He set the glass down atop some multi-tiered serving dish and closed the distance between them, grabbing for her throat to jerk her close.
His eyes were sharp and searching.
It was apparent the scent of the blood was having the desired affect, and a heavy weight of hypnosis lay behind his crimson eyes. Mind rolling a vampire was substantially more difficult than a human, but with the woman's tenuous control already frayed, he needed only a crack to slip inside.
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Jaeda, however, was stronger than the things she had faced. With a shuddering breath, she glanced away, and not a second after, aimed a kick for his balls.
"Fuck off!" she spat.
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What had provoked the sudden change in demeanor was hard to say, but it took several minutes before his laughter died back to a low chuckle. His crimson eyes bore into hers as he looked down at her.
"Such brilliance, wasted on them."
He spread his arms as his form exploded into a cacophony of screeching bats that flew past Jaeda, heading for the door.
'We'll be seeing one another again, hunter.'
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"Ugh. The woman got up onto her feet, taking one of the empty glasses to smash it onto the ground in a fit of rage.
"Next time one of us won't make it out alive!" she screamed at him. Promised him. She leaned against the chair with a huff, and rose her head to look at the red glass he'd left behind. The edge of her lips twitched. She reached for it, then picked it up in her thin, pale fingers.
"As if you could get the better of me!" came an angered growl, just as she made her way to her room, glass in hand. She would treat it as she had treated everything else in this new experience so far; like a test.
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