yes I know, finally! (Jezzebelle)
The human child broke the tension between them. Jezzebelle forced a smile that did nothing to comfort the visibly anxious girl. Honestly she could have slapped her; her free hand itched to do so. Fingers, resembling a claw, flexing sporadically within the deep folds of luxurious fabric now pooled about her kneeling form. She’d had him, he had been
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But Scion's time away from the pleasures and comforts of home had taught him another lesson, how someone treated the people below them spoke volumes as to their character. This stranger, this... Jezzebelle... her words and actions were kind, but her eyes... there was something about her eyes that gave him pause. Her voice too, it smoldered like a nuclear crater, hot enough to melt steel.
She had been interrupted, her spell momentarily broken and man and machine cautioned each-other.
[She is dangerous.]
Their voices echoed together in concert, resonating through his synthetic blood. She was getting under his skin more than his symbiote thought prudent, though the man was concerned, he was also intruigued... a dangerous combination.
He nods dismissively at the mention of food, since he didn't really need to eat any more, though he still followed the habit of it to maintain appearances. His very blood was a voracious, virulent, omnivourous creature. There was a reason his victims were never found... unless he was hired to leave an example. The symbiote within him consumed flesh and blood and bone, leaving not a trace of the person they'd murdered behind. They simply... ceased to exist.
"Whatever you already have that is hot," Scion murmered, his presence mostly ignored now by 'Janine'. She only had eyes for Jezzebelle, something that seemed to be a pattern. Feeling now a little more prepared, he appears to let his guard down, relaxing his posture and sitting back as though in his own house. Inwardly, he was a flurry of calculation, his other ready to explode out of his very pores at the slightest provocation. A coiled rattlesnake of liquid, acidic metal.
Apples. So this charming, enticing, alluring creature liked apples? That was oddly discomfiting, apples were plain... bland... boring. That something as silken and perfect as she asked for something so... ordinary... it set off alarm klaxons in his mind. She wasn't like them... she was like him. She ate to keep up appearances only. Which meant her sustainence came from another source entirely.
She wasn't just dangerous... she was death. His own? Perhaps. Scion knew he could theoretically live forever, though that wasn't either his purpose or his plan. He was a weapon. A weapon fashioned for a particular purpose...
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"And how do you know I just won't lie... again?" he asked calmly, his other suppressing his fear with a blast of adrenaline into his bloodstream. He had little desire to bare his soul to this... goddess of death, and less to divulge his own past to his stalker. Her closeness though... it was distracting on a level above and beyond anything he could put into words. It was like standing naked atop a mountain in the sun. There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. He felt utterly exposed and it was only the mechanical swarm which had replaced his blood that prevented him from bolting from his chair. Scion had trained in every style of martial arts known to man... the knowlege of a thousand, thousand masters downloaded directly into his brain... but nowhere was there a training technique for escaping the fangs of Death herself.
He was going to have to improvise.
He scoots his chair back a little, making room for her on his lap... looking up at her with eyes that reflected obsession, adoration and yes... even lust. It would be a nano-shiv's edge that he danced on, sharp enough to cut a diamond in half. One misstep and he'd be torn asunder... one mistake and he'd be dead. But what was the alternative? Running? Hiding? She had his scent now... the blood was already in the water and the shark was circling. His only hope would be to catch her off-guard... which seemed unlikely.
How did that saying go? 'Better to die having fun?'
[We'd rather you didn't die at all.] came the sibilant hiss from his symbiote. [Ressurecting you would require an abundance of resources and time.]
[Yeah, yeah...] Scion grumbled dismissively to his symbiote. He'd rather not die either... dying fucking hurts.
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