i hope this hook gets caught in yr mouth__x {kai}

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[/color]," she said, dropping the cigarette to the ground and scrubbing it out with the heel of her left foot. She had a strong Welsh accent and for a moment she wasn't sure if the person the other end of the intercom had even understood. Her dialect was thick, but what could people expect? She was Cymraeg, not Saesneg. There was an even louder buzz, signalling she could enter, and she pushed the door. The streets were cool, the autumn weather fast turning into winter frosts, and the warmth from inside the building hit her like a slap to the face. A nice slap to the face though. The foyer she stepped into was old looking, all wood and marble, and empty. The front desk was void of any presence and suddenly she felt selfconcious. A mirror hung on the wall opposite the door and she crossed to it, letting the door close behind her. Her hand was bought up to flick her fingers through her blonde locks, loose around her shoulders. Was her makeup too much? Silver eyeshadow, fading to black in the outer corners, ringed with thick liquid liner, slithered into points on the outer edges. She shrugged to herself. She didn't care.

Moving to the front desk, she took her bag handle into both hands, letting it rest against her knees. She wasn't sure who she was supposed to speak to, or where to go. She had been told, but she hadn't taken much notice. As she waited, she curled her top lip up a little to wiggle the purple septum ring she wore; a habit she had. 'I bet this is going to be a riot..' she thought sarcastically as she lazily tapped her foot on the marble floor.

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Just as he had feared, his fiancé had put out the ad for the secretarial position and somehow a nearby college had gotten their filthy hands on it. Another secretary was the last of many things to worry about in Kai’s mind but Elizabeth had insisted on him needing one. Why? Because a lot of things. One of the main reasons was because he was too busy to keep his paperwork and office organized so everything was left a mess. More often than not, he found himself struggling to find certain documents or found it hard to work on certain assignments while trying to answer the multi-lined phone.

Okay so maybe Elizabeth was right. It would be a lot easier on him if he had an extra hand to help a bit around his office and he had to admit, he missed having a secretary. But the thought of replacing his soon to be wife who had continuously been on top of everything for some broad who barely started college worried him. Like he had mentioned before, the last thing he was wanting was another Elio incident. Having someone walk out on the job or simply not listening to him pushed him over the edge.

He found himself pacing from one end of the room to the other, walking along the oversized windows. Lifting his left hand up, he grazed his frigid fingertips against the cool glass, waiting for that dreaded phone on his desk to buzz and for Cathrine’s voice to come through the speaker, letting him know that the new girl was here. Having his thoughts all over the place, he had forgotten exactly what time she was supposed to be coming in. Stopping for a moment, he turned towards his desk which was a complete disaster. Spreadsheets and other documents were thrown about; unorganized. Maybe I should make my work place more presentable… No. She should be able to see what she’s getting herself into.

The sudden beep from the phone made the vampire jump, startled. He had been so out of it lately. Too out of it. If he didn’t snap out of his little daze, it may cost him later. There was a lot weighing down on his mind. From the wedding to the argument he had gotten himself into with his fiancé’s father to the time he killed his ex-wife; Elio. The moment her name crossed his mind, his faintly beating heart stopped while regret washed over him. Snap the fuck out of it.

Moving to his desk, he sighed loudly, clearly annoyed with himself. “Is she here?” he spoke in the direction of the phone. All he got in return was a soft “Mhmm.” Judging by the front desk girl’s tone, she didn’t seem too happy with whomever it was downstairs. “Alright, you can either send her up or walk her up. Doesn’t matter.” With that said, he slipped onto his chair, narrowing his eyes towards the door. He would have thrown on his suit jacket but what was the point? He looked fine with just a white dress shirt and a black pinstriped vest. There was no need too look too professional. It was only another secretary.
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[/color]" the woman said, brushing past George. A finely-plucked eyebrow was raised. Those kind of people were the one's she just couldn't stand. This woman was definately in love with herself. She began to follow her, keeping a few paces back. Normally, she would have tried to make conversation, but she really couldn't be bothered. Already, she was bored and fed up of Yokan Enterprises. Was it time for a fag break yet? The woman led them into an elevator, and pressed the button for the thirty-second floor. George pulled a slight face, hoping the elevator didn't break in the next month. She was nowhere near fit enough to manage that many stairs without atleast half a dozen cigarettes on the way up, and since it was illegal to smoke indoors, that just wasn't going to happen. The lift seemed to take forever, most likely because the company was nothing to shout about. Finally, the automated voice announced they were on floor thirty-two and the door opened. The hallway was the same wood and marble, but George didn't really look around.

No more words were exchanged as the woman signalled for George to get out the lift, pressing the ground floor button as an extra hint. She had the expression that told George if he didn't get out now, the lift'd go back down and she'd have to use the stairs. Flashing her falsest smile of gratitude, she stepped out. The elevator doors closed behind her and the soft whir told her it was on it's way back down. Slowly she walked down the hall until she saw the door with the golden plaque that read 'K. Yurameki, Managing Director'. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head softly to loosen up her tresses and knocked three times on the wood. She didn't wait for a reply, she simply opened the door and stepped in. Well, the snooty bitch had told her he was expecting her, so he was obviously waiting for her, so it was obviously okay that she stepped into his office and didn't waste more time standing around in the hallway.

Her olive eyes fell on him sitting in the chair and, shutting the door behind her, she walked to his desk. Leaning over slightly, she extended her hand, offering a handshake. There was a smile on her gloss-slicked lips, but it said without words that she was bored as hell, didn't even want to be there, and would be clock watching for home-time the entire time. Perfect employee material but she was only there for a month. Better she showed him her lack of interest than acted like a brown-noser and faked it. Once again she formed her first impressions of him. He seemed like the kind of man who had a superiority complex, not just over women but over everyone, who couldn't be bothered to make an effort unless it was truly called for. His eyes were cold, but they looked slightly haunted, as if he was battling with a regret he wasn't sure he should feel, or possibly guilt, or both. The pieces of paper scattered about untidily made him look like a disorganised person, but she couldn't help thinking he liked to be in charge of everything, and have it go to plan. He wasn't bad-looking, but in her eyes he wasn't that good-looking either. Why couldn't she get the cute boss? He looked like a workaholic, probably without a girlfriend and a stack of playboy and penthouse magazines on top of the toilet, for his 'special-time'. Mmhmm, she really was cruel with her assumptions.

"George Jones," she introduced herself, using her nickname. She hated her full name. Georginah. Ugh. It made her sound posher than she was. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr... Yurameki," she added, her thick accent possibly making it difficult, but not impossible, for him to understand what she had said. She had paused, trying to remember his surname. Her memory really was about as watertight as a sieve.

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Despite the fact that he was all the way up on the thirty second floor, Kai heard them coming. The humming from the elevator outside the main doors of his office confirmed their arrival and soon enough, the sound was beginning to annoy him. Throwing his arms over the armrests, he let is hands hang over the sides as he tapped his foot against the marbled floor impatiently. All he was wanting to get this little interview or introduction over with so he could get back to his regular routine. Prior to him arriving to work, he debated on having Elizabeth interview the girl herself since the entire ordeal was her bright idea but of course, threw the idea aside. It would do nothing but stir another argument anyways.

God, they need to do something with that slow elevator.

[/i] Kai’s patience grew more and more wary with each passing second. It was something he wanted; no. It was something he needed to work on along with his temper. He and Liz had discussed this on various occasions and it had sickened him whenever she pointed it out. He knew all too well what happened whenever he allowed his temper to get the best of him. He became violent and that wasn’t always a good case. Not when it came to her anyways. He could careless when it came to other women.

Upon hearing the bell from the elevator, the ‘dishonorable businessman’ as his fiancé’s father liked to call him, looked up and watched intently as the main doors to his office was pushed open after a few soft knocks. He didn’t mind at all that she had stepped in without his ‘permission’. He was after all expecting her. Instantly, his hazel eyes moved from hers down to the small jewelry which hung from her nose. How disgusting. Keeping a stern expression, Kai pulled his attention away from the nose ring and slowly stood once she reached the desk.

Flicking the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth, he took hold of her dainty hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as he shook it. Already, the vampire disliked the girl. She was young and in his eyes, very immature. She reminded him a lot of…. No, let’s not bring her up.[/i]

“I’m sure the pleasure is all mine, Miss Jones.” He pulled his hand back and returned to his seat as his eyes danced over her petite figure. Various thoughts flooded his mind. The first thought of course was killing her but that was too easy and cleaning up after himself didn’t sound too appealing. But then it hit him. The idea would probably upset his dearest fiancé but hey, she didn’t have to know.

Once again, his eyes narrowed over to a small drawer beside him while he spoke. “So are you excited to start work experience?” Clearly that was a stupid question. It was more than obvious the young girl didn’t even want to be here but he needed to do something to keep her preoccupied while he worked on something else; a surprise for her.
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[cherry]

[/color]" he said as he sat back down. He didn't instruct her to sit down, but she did so anyway. Rudeness was added to the list of first impressions as well as him being a liar. The pleasure wouldn't be all his and she knew it as well as he did. Idle conversation; it bored her to the point of wanting to push pins into her eyes. If she didn't have input that was worth speaking without resorting to lines that could be reeled off no matter the situation, she kept her mouth shut. She wished other people would do the same, but she guessed Mr. Yurameki didn't bother trying to be appealing or even original. How boring. A month working under this guy? She couldn't imagine stomaching five minutes underneath him. And that was probably the most he'd last after he'd made all those playboy pages nice and sticky.

"So are you excited to start work experience?" he spoke again, and yet again it was a tired old line with no thought behind it. Was he stupider than he looked? Of course she wasn't excited. She was already gasping for a fag and wishing she could be anywhere but sat on the hard chair in his office. She flashed him a soft smile, void of any conviction, but it filled the emptiness whilst she thought of a reply. She could have just said a simple 'no', but she had more tact than that.

"It's different to what I was expecting," she finally said. The tone didn't match the voice. It told him what her eyes had said moments before. This was one of the last places she wanted to be, second perhaps to only in the middle of an erupting volcano. The hours had pissed her off, but since arriving she'd only encountered a snobby cow who needed a good boot up the backside. A boot George would be willing, more than, to give her. She paused for a moment before she spoke again.

"For a company so closely linked with the Yakuza, I expected something very, very different," she said, bringing her right hand up and examining her nails disinterestedly. She hadn't been so stupid as to go to a strange company she'd never heard of blind. It had started with google, then forums, then looking deeper into the information she'd found. She fought the smirk, longing to stare at his face to see his expression. The shock that she knew, and the amazement at her openess with that knowledge.

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As she spoke, Kai carefully reached over towards the tiny drawer beside his left leg. Keeping a smirk over his pale and delicate lips, he curled his cold digits over the handle and quietly pulled the bin open to reveal all sorts of things. Tiny vessels filled with various drugs or tranquilizers along with fresh new needles were all stuffed into this special little container in which he kept a secret from everyone that entered his office. It was rare for it to be opened in the first place. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had even dug through the damned thing.

Moving swiftly, he grabbed a hold of one of the vessels which was closest to him before grabbing hold of one of the small syringes. His hands had moved too fast for any mortal eye to catch which he was thankful for. The last thing he needed was to have her look over his desk then attempt to bolt out of here after spotting his surprise.

“What was it exactly that you were expecting?” he said casually as the cover to the needled was flicked off by his thumb with ease. He pulled himself closer to his desk a bit more, using his feet scoot the chair forward so that he could conceal his hands under the shadows of his desk. Without needing to look, he shoved the needle through the top of the small bottle and slowly filled the syringe up until it was completely full. He knew it may have been a bit much for the girl’s poor body to handle but either way, he knew Kazuki would enjoy her whether she was dead or alive.

After filling the needle, he placed the bottle back into the drawer to join the others and slowly pushed it shut, using his knee. Hazel eyes remained locked on the young face as he fiddled with the needle a bit. He was growing anxious; excited. He couldn’t decide where to shove pointer. The neck was more than likely the easiest target but her eyes sounded much more appealing.

Her next words took him by utter surprise. The remark caused a wave of shock to wash through him which in turn made his jaw drop but only slightly. Quickly, he pushed aside the dumbfounded expression and replaced it with a smug grin as he readied the needle in his left hand.

“Well, you’re a much smarter girl than I anticipated. My nephew is going to adore you.” Not wanting to waste any time or give her any sort of opportunity to respond, he pushed himself back and stood from his seat before gracefully moving around the desk and behind her within a split second. Ah, being a vampire had so many advantages. Right hand placed on her shoulder, he shoved the long, shiny needle into the side of her neck; all the while his smirk broadening. The liquid was pushed out of the syringe and into her vein before the needle was pulled back out.

“I sure hope you like dark, tiny spaces.” he cooed into her ear before stepping back and tossing the spent needle onto his desk.

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[/color]" his reply came. She didn't even have time to think about what he meant, before he was gone from her view. She parted her lips to gasp, but before she could do so, she felt a hand upon her shoulder, accompanied by a sharp scratch on her neck. It felt familiar. It felt like.. Had he just injected her? "I sure hope you like dark, tiny spaces," he cooed into her ear coldly, so close she could almost feel his breath on her skin. Almost, because there wasn't any. Not that she noticed, she was too busy coping with utter shock.

"Eich chi.." she began in Welsh, slipping into her mother tongue in her state. She had begun to ask what he was doing, but even the sentence seemed an effort as her body began to feel weak. She had never had an operation before, never been under anaesthetic, but she guessed it was similar. Slowly the room faded, becoming fuzzy like a bad television picture. She was swaying as she fought to regain her balance, even though she was sitting down in the chair. Her face was contorted into a frown as she struggled to remain in control and wake herself up. Suddenly she didn't need a cigarette, and she didn't want to get out the the office. All she needed and wanted was to lie down and go to sleep.

Her eyelids felt heavy and she let them slip closed. She began to feel dizzy, nauseous, and the last thing he had said to her hadn't helped. Suffering from both claustrophobia and lygophobia, she didn't want to be put anywhere dark or tiny. She let a whimper escape her lips as she reached out, her dainty hand gripping the edge of the desk as she tried to pull herself up. Not thinking clearly, she assumed if she got up she would be able to make it out of there and get help. She started to fret about what he had injected her with. Was it a sedative? A tranquiliser? An anaesthetic? She'd heard about that. People being injected and waking up and their kidneys were on eBay. She wasn't particularly attatched to her kidneys, but they were attatched to her, and that's how she wanted them to stay. Even worse things crossed her mind. Could it be Rohypnol or Flunitrazepam, the infamous date-rape drugs? Was it something far worse? Was he killing her? It wouldn't surprise her. She knew too much, even with the limited information she had gained access to. Simply knowing that Yokan Enterprises was closely twinned with the Yakuza was bad enough, but voicing it?

Her attempt to stand up came to nothing, a fruitless attempt that never made it to fruition as her hearing became tinny, then faded totally as she slipped into a comfortable blackness, her head lolling forward as whatever drug Mr. Yurameki had injected into her took hold.

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