--Rσттιηg Ƒαηgѕ, Ɲιмвℓє Ƥяσмιѕєѕ--(Vampire Guy Needed, simply jump in. PAFP)

[img width=340 height=510]http://s2.favim.com/orig/34/be…eyes-Favim.com-272023.jpg[/img]

"If someone gets nosy, just..... You know... Shoot 'em." I pause with a grimace at the assumption as My gaze returns to the silhouette hanging ominously over my delicate frame. "Shoot them?" I echo in mild disbelief. "Yeah, politely." A warm smile blesses my lips at his words as I shake my head in amusement and gather my pistol from the desk, tucking it away in it's holster after checking the clip. Silver bullets winking back at me much to my relief. It would not kill the bloodsuckers though the wounds inflicted would have to heal at a mortal's pace. A heavy burden, even for an immortal.

My thin fingertips skim the blessed cross nestled upon my breasts before sucking in a sharp breath and casting one last glance to my manager. A man who would gladly sell your firstborn before confirming with you if that would be okay. Though I had to hand it to him, he knew how to gather money with ease. I sway from the confines of his office before carrying out of the building, ignoring the attentive glance of the secretary as I push past into the unsettling glare of sunlight. The Master of the City.... My first hit of the day. A master vampire that could bend a whole crowd of mortals to do as he pleased. The man could haze your thoughts and riddle you helpless, vulnerable to your surroundings with little more than a caress of his chilled hand. Women swooned at the sight of him, some telling of their feeble experiences with him. They found it exhilarating, I could only see it as corruption. Tourists adored visiting his establishments down town, hoping to capture a glimpse of a vampire. Yet they didn't want to see their true form, the vampires never allowed it. They only wanted to see the pristine perfection that was the undead.

It was not long before I caught word of that devil of a man's position, easing my car to an adamant halt in the aching heat of the sun. "A market? I thought it would be classier," I murmur under my breath and lift my gaze to a dazed young lady exiting the premises. Her hungry green gaze distant and unsettling, padding blindly into me as I grimace and draw forth. There was no use in stirring up anymore trouble than was required of me, especially with a magically enraptured maiden.

The nervous chatter of a small group of women captures my attention. Gingerly picking my way towards them as the vague mention of gossip averts me completely, carrying past as swiftly as possible. My damp hands glide over my gun as I conceal it with practiced ease. Something I had acquired over the pitiful length of my life. I grudgingly strip from my jacket and tuck it under my arm with a quick sigh. The sun's fruitful beams glaring down heavily upon me. Though as I entered the sparse market place, an unsettling shudder rippled down my spine. The heavy burden of observant gazes bearing into my back as some call after me to take a look at their vendor. Unlike most hunters I did not exactly 'dress for the job,' ya know, to keep them on their feet.... Yeah.

I finally stumble upon a likely little shack, adorned in brilliant jewels and other valuables that looked as though they should be tucked away in a mansion. A young woman dispersing as I draw closer naively. Of course I hadn't seen the owner of this measly shop but who wouldn't have a hunch? My plush lips are blessed with a warm smile upon catching a glimpse of him, a confirmation of sorts. Gaze gradually drawing towards the trinkets he held as I focus solely upon keeping my wits in his presence. "My,my. A feeble vendor with such fine embellishments, huh?" I say simply.

My gaze drifts to the winking medallion nestled in my delicate hands, ignoring the pleasant kiss of silver against my fingertips. Gingerly toying with it until I had had enough of the simple jewelry. My tempting lips parting as I take each word into consideration without managing to alert him of my actual intentions. "It is quite the sight. I am sure the lucky lady shall cherish this gift." I purr and offer it once more to the vampire. Taking noticeable care not to touch his flesh yet it was of no danger to me, I only found the deathly cold of their flesh revolting, unsettling. The hushed whisper of the chains against once another resounding as it pools from my tiny hands into his own.

"It must have taken you ages to acquire such awe inducing pieces such as these. Each must tell a story of it's own, is that true?" I inquire gently. My doe gaze following his own as I notice his attention fall upon my jacket.

My thin fingertips gliding defensively over the fabric as if warding it from his gaze. I find that the hidden holster proves a heavy burden from under my top, a glorious reminder as to why I was here.

My gaze flickers hesitantly over his handsome features, engulfed in a state of calm that I quickly tore away from. A soft grimace tainting my cherubic features in displeasure as to the momentary loss of control. "Aren't you afraid of thieves seizing them? No offense but you do not look like the type that could hold off such corrupted individuals. A blunt lie for I had multiple scars to prove the statement otherwise as to vampires yet he didn't need to know.

At his proximity, I quickly shy away and avert my gaze. Looking anywhere but his features as I clear my throat and adjust my posture, lithe silhouette displayed carefully as though preparing myself. D@mn vampires, they were much too unpredictable. Why hadn't I went with killing humans..... Oh, right. I took pleasure in the challenge of it. D@mn me. I tear from my thoughts and gradually lift my innocent gaze to his own, searching in silence for some sort of grasp upon reality within his chiseled face. He definitely hid it well. A shudder ripples along my tender flesh as his voice claims my rotund heart, as though an unperturbed vice. I must admit that I almost lost my resolve, accepted his false perfection with open arms. Probably not the best idea....

"You sound rather confident in that statement, Sir. How is it that you know?" I inquire, my voice coming out weak but it did not betray the trickling fear I obtained. Bully for me.

"My apologies for my blunt question, it only raptures my attention." I purr softly with a polite smile that held nothing more than negligence. Was that how I wanted to be seen by such a powerful immortal? Naive, weak, a maiden like the rest.... Yes. I definitely preferred that over being one of the one's that tried and had fallen victim to him. Fangs gouging my neck was definitely not a sensation I planned to experience in my lifetime. Such a shame for him. My smile only grows at the sardonic thought as I quickly capture myself and take a step away from him hesitantly.

My smile falters at his inquisition and I bite the inside of my cheek to the point of near blood, as if biting back the comments that were sure to betray me. "I have heard most though most do not mention the darker titles in my presence." I lie. The irony was that my department and I had practically created most of them. My observant gaze drifts to his quick movements, skilled and powerful yet the vampire had learned to restrain such influences. He would definitely be one of the more challenging hits that I had taken. Let alone the most dangerous.

"Might I ask your name?" I ask gently with a soft smile in his direction. My amber eyes dripping aimlessly on the progress he was making, never allowing myself to stray and capture his gaze. No matter the temptation. "If you are who I believe then are the rumors of being the Master of the City true? Such a gratuitous title to live up to, don't you think?" I murmur and lean gently upon the sturdy display. My petite fingertips tracing light figures and symbols upon the surface as I suck in a soft breathe and lift my gaze.

I developed a strong displeasure for the amusement he got out of this. My hands itching for the trigger though acting now would surely lead to my demise. Right? Of course I could take the risk but then again.... I bite my lower lip in mild contemplation, toying with the possibilities and outcomes in my head. He was only a couple decades, quite experienced and nearly a tank when it came to power. No harm in trying right?

"Simply call me Claire." I reply in return though I do not return his smile in amusement. Gaze sweeping over the nearly cleared off surface of the table in observation. Sincerely blind as to his intentions upon finishing such tasks.

"Isn't that proof enough?" I purr sarcastically. A genuine smile corrupting my resigned expression as soft laughter roams the ominous silence of the vendors. Where had everyone gone? Of course some still lingered, trudging along to their vehicles yet for the most part, this designated patch of town was becoming deserted for today. I had to be quick or else I could very well end up all by my lonesome. I did not feel very inclined to track him down once more if needed but the timid check awaiting me easily swayed my spirits.

My silly inner conflicts are completely rivaled by the direction of his gaze. Unsettling goosebumps rippling upon my soft skin and I quickly avert his attention before he notices. Or at least try to.

I carefully lean closer to the immortal as a mischievous smile blesses my tempting lips. My warm gaze caressing each sculpted feature he possessed until I managed to capture his welcoming gaze in my own. My sultry tone dropping to a playful whisper that I would surely muse over later." Does the title vampire also apply to you? " I was growing weary of these silly games yet it kept him busy, giving me more time for... Well.. Hunter stuff.

"Some women are just so convincing. Well... That's a shame. Just imagine how frustrating this shall be to comprehend for them," I tease and observe the dying ration of items upon his table. My gaze fluttering over his broad shoulders and turned back as my fingertips glide down to the soft fabric of my shirt in which the gun was hidden. "One less temptation of mystery for people then." I murmur gently with a sly smile and allow my petite hand to drop as he turned around, flustered at the fact I had nearly been caught in the act. Though he didn't have to know that.

"You truly are ready to go home aren't you." I say naively in amusement yet I was no longer playing the part for this baffled me. Did he know I was a hunter? Perhaps he wished to escape quickly before I managed to end his miserable existence. It didn't strike me that this was actually his plan for me at the moment or else I would have left immediately.

I ease off the table with natural grace and tuck the jacket closer to me as I observe him. The seemingly rich bloom of colour in his skin caught my eye as I falsely conclude that the source was due to feeding, perhaps earlier in the day. That poor creature. Delicate fingertips glide absentmindedly along the sensitive flesh of my neck at the thought as I grimace and glance away from him in mild disgust. Why couldn't they prey upon vegetables or something mundane.

I watch each trinket get tucked away fondly into it's own container, amused by the uttermost care that this monster provided though it did not show upon my face. Instead I managed to follow his gaze to the last fleeting glimpse of a vehicles bumper, the parking lot now lacking in any other presence besides our own. How lovely.

"Your assumption would be correct." I reply simply as to his inquisition of my staying. Gentle gaze resting upon the crisp glow of golden paper he possessed though I did not comment upon it, simply gawked at the pristine glisten. "I will make my way home soon enough, I presume." Another item tucked away with the utmost caution.

My gaze drifts lastly to the scarlet gems he beheld, a trickle of undeniable pride blessing his features. Oh, how I despised the way he looked. His perfection almost physically painful for me yet I had thought I had adjusted to his behavior. A feeble talent I took pride in. That is until my profession rolled off his tongue, dripping with satisfaction and something far more deadly.

A sudden dread blooms stubbornly in the pit of my tummy at the mention though I remain still, calculating his remark for any sense of playful teasing yet it had not come across in the least. Wide gaze truly mirroring my shock as I allow a nervous laugh to trickle from my lips. "I do not hunt for venison nor pitiful waterfowl. I find the custom unneeded and distasteful." My careful words hold out. Well despite the feeble tremble it presumed, I think I might have played that off well. Yeah.... Riiiight.

"A fool? Yes. Though I did not plan to simply catch you," I whisper softly. Swallowing in an attempt to clear my throat yet I regret it quite rapidly as his firm yet compliant grasp casts it's dreary reminder. A mischievous flutter trickling throughout my gaze as I attempt to adjust my posture.

Most women would be thrilled to have a strikingly handsome man pressed up against them. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't mind it either yet having an intelligent vampire hold me still was definitely not on my bucket list. My lithe body stiff and quite pitiful in comparison to his powerful build. Perhaps I should consider acquiring a partner next time.... If there was a next time.

"You could give me a chance to prove how cute I really can be." I purr audibly, tone like velvet against the flesh.

I allow my petite hand to fall from his own after realizing I couldn't claw this vice from my neck. Instead I traced the blunt silhouette of a sleek stake at my hip, formerly cloaked by a clever play on clothing.

My hand encompassing the familiar silhouette of it as my free hand hovers over his own, just in case he decided to loosen his grip to the point I could pry it off. Surely I could distract him, if only for a tiny frame of a second.

I gratefully shift from his grasp and turn to face him, taking a few weary steps back as I observe his graceful movements. Fighting was a lost cause on my part due to his undeniable strength and decades of experience yet I was not going to die so willingly nor would I ever beg a vampire for my life. Wow, well aren't I stubborn?

"I may be foolish but I do know that years of practice could never defeat a being such as yourself. Just .... Make it quick if possible." I say simply before lowering my stake and reaching around my neck to the clasp of my necklace. My gaze never straying from him as I loosen the blessed cross from my throat before gripping it tightly in my vaguely trembling grasp and gather the dagger once more.

Might as well leave my mark before I perished. With that thought in mind, I swiftly ease to his right and gather the pistol firmly in my hand. Taking pleasure in each resounding click of the trigger, let alone any that even graze him.

The bullets were like pesky flies to a vampire, something that common mortals thought could kill them. The true weapon in this case was the blessed cross and stake. Something of legends that really was a natural deterrent to the bloody immortals. Just a wee bit closer and perhaps I could accomplish a severe scar that would tarnish that perfect flesh.