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[`sayuri]

the look.

For fucks sake..

The annoyance on her face was clear as Chiyo stood leant against the wall, waiting for the subway. She was utterly bored, and possibly ever so slightly drunk. Or high. Or both. Straight from school, she'd gone to hang out with her friends and 'wind down'. Well it was Friday. Still in her uniform, she knew people would be wondering why a schoolgirl was out so late. She didn't care. Her aunt and uncle were out of town visiting relative, and she'd phoned them earlier to say she was tired and going to bed. Hopefully, they hadn't phoned the house to check. If they had, she could just say she'd slept through it, that's why she hadnt answered. Devious little..

Her foot tapped idly to the tune flowing into her ears from her iPod; Saraba by The GazettE. She loved them; she loved any Asian rock, or pop. Probably because it was what people expected - a little asian girl listening to asian music. She didn't know or care, she just loved it, more than western music. Infact, most American pop got on her nerves. She was sure she liked the Korean pop in her iPod more because she didnt understand the words. Yes, she was a Japanese girl who didn't speak Japanese. She'd moved to the US as a young child, and had never been interested in learning the language of her parents.

A hand idly ran through her loose locks, buffing it up, trying to add volume as it flowed, poker straight, over her shoulders. She had used to wear it in outrageous styles, but her school had thrown a fit, so she'd stopped. They threw a fit about a lot; how she never wore the uniform right; her bold makeup; her attitude in general. She hated school. It couldn't teach her anything about what she wanted to be; a model and a tattooist.

Chewing on her tongue bar, she checked the time on her iPod. It was so late, and she had a shoot early the next morning. Well, it wasn't until one in the afternoon, but damnit, Chiyo liked her lie-ins. A soft sigh left her lips as she crossed her arms across her chest, her foot no longer tapping to the beat of the music, but in impatience.

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[Urik]

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"Magnifique..."

It hadn't been enough that he had been dragged to a meaningless party but now it was raining. There he stood within the doorway of an overly extravagant hotel with no escape plan. If he was spotted there was no doubt that he would be dragged back into the grasps of liquored ladies and minuscule men. Honestly they wouldn't piss him off so much if they weren't alive. If only they all stopped breathing and saved him the trouble of killing them all. Wishful thinking...

The footfalls of Prada heels alerted him to the approaching danger of the overly enthusiastic blond that had been following him for most of the night. Sure he had been the one to bring her along but that did not excuse her from being a complete nuisance. Following him around like a bitch in heat was not in any way attractive. Yes, she would be the first to go. "Tch.." A glutteral growl eased passed his lips as emerald eyes searched almost frantically for an escape route.

It was only when the low humming of train tracks caught his attention that he thought himself spared from another night of merciless women. Without a moment of hesitation the man had taken off; the sounds of well tailored shoes scuffing against rain drenched streets reaching his ears.

Before his 'date' had even reached the front of the building, any trace that he had been there was gone. He could almost imagine the look of anger that was more than likely lingering across that overly dolled up face of hers.

At this time of night one could only assume that there would be no one waiting within the underground tunnel. Urik knew better of course. He could hear the impatient tap of her feet against the scuffed floor and the thumping of music that radiated from her head phones. Korean he believed it to be. Boy, he couldn't wait to meet her.

The faint tapping of his heels as he traveled down the stairwell was only made as a pre-warning to anyone else who might be lingering down there. of course he would have known if there were, but you could never be too careful. He wasn't the only thing with a sharp pair f teeth out there. Me? Careful? He almost found himself snickering at the thought.

Once he had taken that last step and the girl came into view, he nearly purred. A school uniform..I like. Pursing his lips together, Urik began to whistle. Hands slid cozily into the pockets of his dress pants while he slowly approached the obviously impatient little lady. There was only a moment of hesitation when the scent of urine wafted up his nose "Disgusting.."

Once he had moved next to her an arm was swiftly extended to slide across the girls shoulder; wrapping an arm around her as a friend would. Personal space was obviously not his strong suit. Yet he continued to whistle, not even bothering to look at her or even speak a word. Instead he merely leaned against her a little and looked from side to side as though anxiously awaiting the train. He was a strange one indeed.[/center][/font][/size]

[`sayuri]

With The GazettE thumping in her ears and her eyes fixed on the track, she hadn't even noticed anyone had slipped onto the station. Even if she had, she'd've ignored them anyway. The first she knew of Urik was as his arm was placed around her shoulders and he was leant against her. She jumped, turning her face to see who it was; it was a stranger. Her arms were uncrossed, and her right palm was sent smartly across his cheek, before hands were bought up venemously and she pushed him away. Spinning to face him, her four foot ten frame no match for his six foot plus and she almost regretting slapping him, even if it was an automatic reaction; he looked pretty strong.

Even without a few drinks, her language was bad, but the shock and vodka she'd had with her friends made sure she didn't censor herself.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Her tone was sharp, but she was visibly shaken by his actions. She was a sixteen year old girl alone in New York, and though the city itself didn't scare her, the sicko's who lived there did. How could he have just walked up to her and invaded her personal space, without knowing her?

Fucking freak. Cute though..

Her charcoal eyes surveyed him for a moment, though her expression was one of anger and annoyance. Perhaps along with the blue flecks in her irises were flecks of fear showing. She knew dressed as a little schoolgirl she was going to attract the wrong kind of attention. And okay, maybe she asked for it the way her skirt was rolled up at the waistband to make the regulation length skirt a little shorter, but still.. She scolded herself. How could she think some oddball who'd invited himself to touch her was good-looking? It was undeniable; she was definatetly different.

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[Urik]

The smack to his cheek did little to deter him from pursuing the girl. To be honest he could have easily maneuvered out of the way. It was simply just a shock that she would actually take a swing at him. She had guts. Actually they all had guts, he had seen that for himself, but this one had an attitude. All that managed to do was make him want to harass her even more. The alcohol he smelled on her breath on the other hand was definitely a turn off. She couldn't have been a day over seventeen , yet she reaked of vodka.

Pretending that her little smack had hurt, he placed a hand over his cheek and did his best to fake a wince. Acting was definitely one of his strong points. With prey becoming more clever as the decades passed it was only obvious that one would improve thyself as well.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Looking away momentarily as though in deep thought, Urik placed his hands back in his pockets. "I just thought a gorgeous girl all alone in the subway might need a bit of protection." Turning to look back at the girl his hazel eyes showed nothing but practiced sincerity. "That is a nice arm you've got there, kiddo." Turning to completely face her and give a slight bow, extending his hand to her, palm up.

"Forgive me, mon cherie. I could not help myself you are quite, how you say, ....adorable. I could not help but want to keep you company." It was only then that he realized that he had not once thought about exploring this girls from the inside out and not in the sexual way either. This girl was a tad special. That was obvious by the fact that she hadn't run screaming from him yet.

That was a bit unfortunate seeing as the chase was half the fun. This one actually had the audacity to strike him. He could have easily ripped her arm out its socket and beat her to death with it. Luckily for her he was too intrigued to do that as of yet.

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[`sayuri]

His wince took her by surprise. She was pretty weak, in all honesty, and her slaps werent much to worry about, yet still he seemed to have been hurt. Her eyebrow was raised as one hand came up to remove her headphone from in her ear as he started speaking. She only had one in; it's all she ever had in. It was dangerous not to be able to hear at all in New York.

"I just thought a gorgeous girl all alone in the subway might need a bit of protection. That is a nice arm you've got there, kiddo."

Kiddo? She frowned slightly, but her eyes noticed to sincerity in his. Was he serious about wanting to be some knight in shining armor? She knew eyes were the window to the soul, but she knew the eyes could lie too.

"Forgive me, mon cherie. I could not help myself you are quite, how you say, ....adorable. I could not help but want to keep you company.

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And there it was, in her eyes anyway; the come-on. She rolled her eyes and put her earphone back in, crossing her arms back across her chest.

In your dreams, love.

She gave a false smile; obviously so and brushed past him, stalking to the other side of the entrance She couldn't help but hate the way she walked at times like that; her hips swung softly, swaying with each step.

"Thanks, mon cherie" - she mimicked his tone exactly - "But no thanks. I'm quite alright on my own, merci."

She had picked up on the french and decided to exploit. She spoke as she walked, and leant against the wall. Her head was lowered, the chocolate tendrils falling forwards a little as the song changed. Now it was the pop-esque beat of Big Bang's 'Oh Ah Oh'. As far as she was concerned, the conversation was over. If this stranger had other ideas, she wouldn't be so polite anymore.. Not that she'd been polite anyway.



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[Urik]

Inadvertently he scoffed under his breath. It was apparent that the musings that worked with such satisfactory results on the class of bimbos that traveled the circles of high society would not work on this one. That was not a bad thing at all; just made the game more of a challenge. Urik liked challenges. More so he liked games and this one was of no exception to that rule.

Lengthy fingers once more found themselves shoved within the fabric of overly tailored and overly expensive pants. Just the feel of the fabric on his hands gave him what bit of restraint they could. Especially when he was itching to simply just jut his hand into some unsuspecting woman's chest. Quite frankly it was actually more fun when they were expecting. The look of absolute horror that plagued their surgically altered faces was enough to bring satisfying chills down his spine. Once the thoughts of performing such acts began it was alarmingly hard to push them aside. Whenever the man drifted into a daydream like state this is what he was usually thinking of. At the very least it made the days go by quicker.

Ha hadn't even managed to hear her words, so lost in his own thoughts to pay attention to the fragile looking creature who only moments ago placed a feather like smack across his cheek. It was only when he heard the faint clicking of her shoes against the subway floor that his head canted to the side, glancing back within her direction. If she had been watching him she would have noticed how his head contorted to a degree that for most was not possible. Languidly his body would turn to follow. It was impossible for him to turn his head all the way around of course, although he was doing a study on the human spine by dissecting a few of them himself. A shake of his head rid him of those thoughts once again.

With each step she took he could feel the urge to hunt racking at his chest. Never turn your back on a hunter. All it managed to accomplish is making the predator want to take you down more. That's something you learn in the Congo. Or on the discovery channel. Whichever the person had access too.

A sleek tongue slid across petal pink lips as the chase had now truly begun. Urik would allow her to take a good amount of steps away; a few feet at least. Watching her anxiously as he allowed that aching pressure in his chest to build and build. Mmm he wanted to rip her throat out, but she was so petite it would not be as much fun. Instead he saw fit to scare her a little. A menacing smile spread across his lips, revealing un-human like fangs. It was vampire etiquette, or at least as his father had taught him before he decapitated the man, to give your prey enough time for the flight or fight instinct to kick in. Urik was not so patient.

Once she had accomplished getting far enough for his liking he took a few steps, those of which to a vampire would seem normal, but to a human not so much. That would be obvious seeing as those few steps carried him directly in front of her. He did not stand to face her, standing so that she would be looking at his side. "Tsk tsk mon cher. A lady of such delicate stature should not use such coarse language. Especially when finding herself alone with a strange male in the subway." Motioning an arm around as though to show her the current surrounding for a moment he released a mild snicker.

Instead of returning the hand to the restraints of his pocket, in another swift motion his hand moved to cup her chin. His grip was strong but not quite enough to break her jaw. If he held any tighter he might leave a few bruises but he would hate to damage that pretty little face of hers. That is if he planned on adding her to his 'collection'. If it came down to it he could always toss her in front of an oncoming train. But oh what a mess that would leave. The mere thought made him grimace with dissatisfaction.

"I do find myself at a cross here though." The more he spoke the further his Romanian accent came into play. "Tu iest foarte frumuasa.." He did not expect her to know what he had said, but he was merely thinking to himself out loud. Unfortunately for everyone else he thought to himself in Romanian. The only one he knew that understood him, most of the time, was his younger sibling, but he had not seen her in quite some time.

"I'm debating on whether to rid you of this life or to simply kiss you." It was then that a coy smile graced his lips and his emerald eyes lit up like a child in a candy store. "I know how we can solve this." His unoccupied hand slipped from his pocket to ease it's way about her waist. "I will let you decide, ma femme magnifique. Now the only question left to be answered is do you want to live?"

[`sayuri]

""I'm debating on whether to rid you of this life or to simply kiss you..

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She hadn't even realised he'd followed. He seemed to have moved so quick, and before she knew, his hand was gripping her dainty chin, and gripping it quite hard. She whimpered automatically, her head tilting backwards a little so she could look up at him. Her eyes were steely, cold, defiant, but within the dark irises was a fear and surprise; she had no control over the situation and it was clearly frightening to her.

"I know how we can solve this. I will let you decide, ma femme magnifique"

His hand slipped about her waist and she jerked her spine, trying to move away from his touch. As much as this man was threatening to take her life from her, she still had the same prerogative; she hated being touched by people she didn't know, and even by people she did there were certain things she couldn't stand. An arm around her waist held her where she was, as much as the hand cupping her chin, and for that reason, she didn't like it.

Oh, God, help me...

"Now the only question left to be answered is do you want to live?[/color]"

As much as she tried to keep it in, a sob escaped her and she bit down on her bottom lip to prevent another one. Her eyes, now-wide, became instantly glossy as tiny droplets threatened to spill from her orbs and taint her skin. As much of a hard ass as she was, Chiyo was never one to joke in the face of death. It was, after all, New York; there were all types of sicko's out there. And this one was foreign; even worse. What was the language he had spoken before? It wasn't French, she knew that. And why was he asking her if she wanted to live? Most those who killed didn't care if the victim wanted death, and Chiyo most certainly didn't.

He's playing a game... He's gonna fucking kill me anyway...

She swallowed, her eyelids coming to cover her occulars as the first tear rolled down her cheek, leaving a feint line in her makeup. Her tiny frame shuddered with another supressed sob. Suddenly, she seemed to have found some manners from somewhere.

"Please, don't hurt me.."


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[Urik]

It felt fantastic to have control of everything. Humans and others of his own kind included. His own 'kind' was not a title given to all vampires though. Some were more like filthy leeches, feeding on the low class peasants of the twenty first century. Disgusting. That way of thinking was exactly why he made it a habit to do his experiments on both kinds. After all he was once human and was now a vampire so it would be a bit hypocritical to only kill one kind.

He had been just about ready to toss the little woman onto the tracks; he could hear the bustle of a nearby train fast approaching. It was perhaps three stops away and getting closer so if she wanted to live she would have to speak up soon. Lips parting to speak were held in a moment of muteness as the sob reached his ears. He visibly twitched in reaction to the noise. It was quite possibly the most erotic thing he had ever heard. Sure women's sobs were not a new thing to him but to hear something like this come out of this previously defiant girls mouth was unexpected.

In that moment his grasp on her lightened slightly. Not in sympathy but he was curious as to whether or not squeezing again would cause her to make the noise once more. So he tried; squeezing her chin between his fingers a little harder than he had done previously.

"Please don't hurt me.."

That was another phrase he had heard a hundred times over and it did not seem to phase him in the slightest bit. Tilting his head to the side he leaned merely a hairs breath away from her face. "You didn't answer my question properly. I gave you two options. Now ..do you want to live?" He was not in the slightest bit fond of repeating himself and was becoming increasingly agitated with this girl. "Your adorable looks will only get you so far with me. So don't test my patience."

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[`sayuri]

His grip was loosened on her chin and for a moment she relaxed, thinking the ordeal was over, until another, louder sob escaped her lips as his grip tightened once more. It was a mixture of a sob and a gasp and a small sound of pain as his cold fingers dug into her skin.

"You didn't answer my question properly. I gave you two options. Now ..do you want to live? Your adorable looks will only get you so far with me. So don't test my patience.

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He meant business. Another sob as she nodded hurriedly, her eyes still clamped shut as another tear joined it's predecessor, following the track previously made by the first tear. She didn't want to die; it scared her to think of it, and something told her this man could easily take her life from her.

"I-I dont want to d-die.."

Her voice was broken as her tiny chest heaved as her breathing became heavier, the rising and falling more pronounced than normal. It seemed all the fight in her hand disappeared, until she tried to jerk her face from his grip, pulling it sharply upwards, attempting to make him lose his hold on her chin. At the same time, she writhed against his arm around her waist; but it wasn't bravery, it was pure fear forcing her to fight him.

Please, just let me go..

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[Urik]

Oh there was that delicious sound again. It was like music to his ears and all he wanted to do was make her continue to sob over and over and over again. He could barely hold back the moan that ached at the back of his throat. Goodness he was one sick pup, but he wouldn't trade this feeling for anything in the world. Well, maybe for a lifetime supply of test subjects. Then again he already had that. All he would have to do is walk out on the street and snatch another one up. The world was so generous.

"I-I don't want to d-die.."

He could not help but smile as her words replaced his menacing thoughts. He had his fun with this girl and pondered whether to let her loose so he could play with her another day. After all he was thoroughly enjoying her company. If only all women knew how to make such a sound. He would actually consider not killing them all. Of course, he would still mutilate their bodies, but he wouldn't kill them. Okay who was he kidding. He would still kill them.

A devious chuckle escaped his lips at his own thoughts and only raised in volume when she struggled. "Now now..stay still or I'll have to break your spine and then this will be no fun. I mean what am I supposed to do with a paralyzed human. That's like a cat playing with a dead mouse" With that said he pulled her closer, pressing her body against his own. The hand that had been holding her chin now released her and joined his other arm in wrapping around her.

"So, how about that kiss then?" He hoped she would sob again. It was unlikely but it turned him on so much that if he wasn't a psychopathic serial killer he would have ripped her clothing off right there and then. By the end of things she would more than likely end up dead; he tends to be a bit rough; but it would be so worth it. For him at least.

[`sayuri]

His chuckle unnerved her as it reached its crescendo in response to her struggling. Of all the reactions, him laughing wasn't what she had expected. Then again, what had she expected? She wasn't sure, but she continued to struggled as the chuckle trailed off and fresh words of warning reached her ears.

"Now now..stay still or I'll have to break your spine and then this will be no fun. I mean what am I supposed to do with a paralyzed human. That's like a cat playing with a dead mouse.

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Human? Why did he speak as if he was not the same? She barely picked up on it, instead focusing on the meaning of his words, and her struggling ceased. She felt herself pulled closer to him, almost crushed against him and she opened her eyes. As his hand moved from holding her chin, it wrapped itself around her waist and she flinched. His arms were strong and tight about her, and she was no match. Her palms came up and were placed between her chest and his stomach as her head was bowed. She pushed back softly, knowing there was no use in fully struggling; he was too strong, and another unwarranted sob left her pale lips.

"So, how about that kiss then?[/color]"

All of this for a kiss? She pushed against him harder now, letting another sound leave her lips. It was a whimper of effort, but it sounded like a moan of pleasure, her voice contorted by her tears as they flowed down her cheeks now. She was far from enjoying this and the sound was quickly followed by another sob and then another as she gave up fighting as soon as she had started, her tiny body convulsing with every sob.

"P-please, just let m-me go.. I'll do a-anything.."

As soon as the words, stunted by her sobbing, had left her lips, she knew it was the wrong thing to say to someone who seemed as sick as this stranger; God only knew what he would now ask of her, but she was frightened and alone and being held tightly by a stranger.. Her face was turned away, gaze downcast as her eyes slipped closed again. Her incisors gnawed at her bottom lip as she tried to keep her sobs contained. He seemed to be deriving some sort of sick pleasure from her pain, but didn't they all?

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[Urik]

The way she struggled only accomplished in making him hold onto her tighter. He could feel the warmth of her palms through his shirt and it made him smirk. Urik was the type that only became more enticed with the increasing amount of effort that the person put into struggling. That could be clearly seen by the way his smirk turned into an almost Cheshire grin. If she was to look directly at him she would have noticed the fangs jutting from his gums.

It did not help matters that she kept making such alluring noises. First the sobs and now a whimper. "Mmm.." If only she knew what she was doing to him right now. That moan like whimper sent chills up his already icy spine and for a moment he just stood there, allowing the sound to echo in his ears.

This was one of those I wish i had a tape recorder moments.Actually that recorder thing wasn't such a bad idea. He made a note of that. Carrying a recorder on his hunts so he could replay the whimpers and sobs of his victims as many times as he wanted. His eyes almost seemed to glaze over at the mere thought. Urik felt himself lean slightly closer to her. It was surprising to him that he was actually starting to like this girl. She was something foreign and so alluring to him. Unfortunately he wouldn't be able to revel in the idea for too long.

Just as before, the sound of Prada heels reached his ears and the smell of a significant amount of perfume traveled though his nose. Scoffing softly under his breath he would mutter "That woman again..." Reassigning his attention back to the little lady in his arms he would whisper to her. "Behave yourself and play along or else I'll snap your pretty little neck and I will kill her as well. So you will be responsible for both her death and your own. Isn't that exciting?!"

It was then that the blond haired blue eyed wench came trouncing down the steps. One could hear from the slow uneasy footsteps that she was not comfortable being within the confines of the subway at all. It was then that she began to call out his name.

"Urik...Urik are you down here?!"

His attempts to remain silent in hopes that she would simply leave were fruitless. Once she laid her beady little eyes on him it was all heels clicking as she sauntered over him from behind.

"I've been looking all over for y...

It was apparent that now she had caught sight of the girl wrapped in his arms. Urik, unlike before, now held the girl gently in his arms. Still with enough strength that she would not be able to escape him. She had a bit of freedom in her arms now though at the very least.

"What the hell is going on here?! Who the hell is that?! You ditched me for this little school girl whore!?"

Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard to him. Feeling his hands tremble, he wanted to snap this woman's neck. Better yet, rip her larynx out through her mouth. That would be much more satisfying. Unfortunately, with his current job working with her father , one could not simply just mutilate her and think everything would be fine and dandy.

Smiling softly at the woman, Urik leaned down to place a delicate kiss on his captives head. "This is frumoasa mea fata." He nearly snickered at the woman as her face contorted in confusion. "My beautiful girl.." As if the woman hadn't been disgusting enough in the first place, now her face wrenched with anger.

"Oh didn't I tell you? Hmm must have slipped my mind." The hands on the girls hack gently caressed her, not so much sexually as soothingly. "Isn't that right, iubirea mea."

[`sayuri]

"Behave yourself and play along or else I'll snap your pretty little neck and I will kill her as well. So you will be responsible for both her death and your own. Isn't that exciting?!

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Part of another sob escaped at the thought. Why should she care about a strangers life when her own was in so much danger? Because if she failed, she'd die anyway. Simple enough, but such a cruel game. Urik's arms now took on a gentler feel, the way he held her having a much more tender note. She considered running, but there was still a strength in his grip that told her, without words, that she was still his captive. Her eyes looked through long eyelashes and her fringe to see the woman approaching, dolled-up like a whore. And then she had the audacity to call Sayuri one?

She went to say something but bit her tongue. Or she would have done if she wasn't concentrating on not sobbing so hard. It was all she could do to keep from bursting into tears again, and a feint whimper left her lips. The woman would not hear it, and she didnt think Urik would either, but his ears were not mortal.. She felt his lips against her forehead, and another feint whimper emerged, her muscles tensing.

"This is frumoasa mea fata. My beautiful girl..Oh didn't I tell you? Hmm must have slipped my mind."

Urik's voice continued, and she was shocked by the sincerity of it; the honesty, when it was really just a huge lie, and all she wanted to do was get out of there and run home if necessary. The hand rubbing her back caused her to flinch, and it was so soothing, so tender that her body shook with a soft sob which, thankfully, was kept contained in her lips. She didn't want his dirty paws anywhere on her person.

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She knew he was addressing her. Slowly she nodded; if she spoke, she knew she was in danger of sobbing aloud, and breaking down. She leant her forehead into him, resting it against his chest. It would look like an act a couple would do, but really it was to hide her face from the womans prying eyes. Her incisors dug into her bottom lip, and she felt the swelling begin as her lip trembled with the effort of staying silent.


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[Urik]

A pleasant grin crept across his soft lips as he saw the nod in agreement from Sayuri. She was such a good girl. With the exception of the drinking and that foul mouth of hers. He would have to make sure to fix both of those issues of hers.

He could hear the blonds heart pounding as her blood boiled from his words and from the way Sayuri leaned into his chest. She was quite the hot tempered vixen and had already claimed Urik as hers. At least in her head. She was clearly not happy that he had been stolen from her.

"I can't believe you would leave me for this..this..CHILD!!"

Then there was that familiar humming of the train making its way to their stop. He could see the lights coming closer with each passing second; eyes adjusting accordingly. Timing things perfectly would definitely be a requirement for the little stunt he was about to pull. Releasing one arm from his captive, the other still holding to her tightening to keep her there, his hand would reach for the blonds wrist. Pulling her close to him the vampire places a soft kiss on her cheek. Despite the woman's obvious anger she could not help but blush.

Leaning to whisper into her ear, Urik would speak softly. She seemed to snap into some sort of trance only seconds later. More so she didn't seem to be able to control her own body. Nudging his head towards the tracks, Urik smiled warmly. The blond walked right to the edge, toes hanging over it. While her body moved effortlessly her eyes were wide with fear. "You see, nobody will have any need to really investigate, seeing as you're going to kill yourself...umm. What was your name again? Oh, I suppose I'll read it in the paper tomorrow."

The woman's ruby painted lips parted but there was no sound. All that could be heard was the warning horn that sounded from the train only to followed by it's bright light. Both noises were drowned out when the sound of flesh against metal and the screeching of train brakes was heard as she took that last step off the edge.

"Too bad, that was such a nice dress she was wearing. I bet it would have looked lovely on you. " His gaze then found the little woman between his arms again. "Now how about we get out of here before the cop show, hmm." It was more of a statement than a question and he did not expect an answer. There was that fake smile again though to add to the dozens he had already expertly shown before.

Not bothering to wait for her to respond Urik instead removed his arm from her waist, slipping one under her legs while the other moves to her upper back; picking her up bridal style. "I wouldn't want my sixteen year old, alcoholic, pet to be caught, now would I?" Yes he had said pet. Deciding to keep this girl for awhile, at least until he became tired of her.

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[`sayuri]

She had looked up as the blonde had been pulled towards Urik, but as soon as the woman had taken those steps to the edge of the platform, her once-closed mouth had dropped open as it dawned on her what the woman was going to do. His words were lost; she didn't hear them. As the woman had stepped off the edge, almost in slow motion, her face had turned away, buried into Urik's chest in a futile attempt to block out what was coming. A loud sound left her lips, not a sob or a scream or a word but a mixture of all three. Her eyes were clamped shut as the sickening sounds of the 'suicide' reached her, and both her palms were clamped over her delicate auds as she sobbed. Despite it all, hiding in his chest offered her a small comfort.

Why is this happening? How did I get here?

Just hours ago, she had been at her friend's house. She could picture it. There were eight of them, all straight after classes, all in the same dull uniform she hated. There were three bottles of vodka; not enough to get any of them drunk, being passed around and drunk from greedily. From her friends stereo, the familar sound of BoA's 'Eat You Up' was pumping out. Sayuri had stood on the coffee table in the living room, and done the dance; she knew it well enough. She didn't have to be drunk to do it; she loved doing it because the lads in her group of friends wanted her, and it was funny to watch them drool. She was dancing away, pausing only to tip some more vodka down her throat, or because she was laughing too hard to do anything but bend over, holding her flat stomach.

"I wouldn't want me sixteen year old, alcoholic, pet to be caught, now would I?"

His words bought her back to reality, as did his actions as she felt herself being picked up. She cried out, same as before, thrashing in his arms. How could they just leave after that woman had thrown herself in front of a train? How could Sayuri leave with him? What was going on with him calling her 'Pet'?

"No! Put me down, now you cunt!"

Her fire had come back it seemed, out of shock and a hundred other emotions which darted through her head. Her palm pushed at his face, whilst her other dug her short nails into his hand which held her beneath her back, trying to get him to put her down. Her tears had, for the moment, subsided, but another whimper-cum-moan left her lips as she struggled as hard as she could.

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