A Shop in Novosibirsk | Sunday Night
The crash from the back room was unexpected to Dimitri's ears. "Can't you do anything without my help?" He complained from the plush loveseat where he sprawled, looking over the tastefully decorated shop and trying to remember why he'd come along.
The shopkeeper stumbled through the swinging door looking as terrified as ever. At least that was pleasant, watching her horror swell in those dark brown eyes even as she tried to appear calm. Dimitri wondered if it would be more fun to tell her his plan for her when this was all over or to continue letting her think they'd leave her in peace at the end.
"I-I found what you wanted," she stuttered, the tears slipping down her cheeks, leaving an unattractive stain of mascara in their wake. Her hands shook once the boxes had been deposited on the counter. Dimitri swept gracefully from where he lounged to stand before her, cupping the girl's cheeks in his hands and smearing her tears.
Marlen rolled his eyes and snorted, banging through the doors, twirling a lady's silk scarf at his side. "Wouldn't it be easier to compel her and avoid all the sniffling and pleading?"
"For you, perhaps," Dimitri replied, smiling as he leaned down to brush her hair from her forehead and force his victim to meet his gaze. She seemed calm for a moment until his lips parted and the sight of his white fangs renewed the desperate sobbing. "Mmm, like music to my ears."
[NFB, the evil worries me a lil' bit.]
The shopkeeper stumbled through the swinging door looking as terrified as ever. At least that was pleasant, watching her horror swell in those dark brown eyes even as she tried to appear calm. Dimitri wondered if it would be more fun to tell her his plan for her when this was all over or to continue letting her think they'd leave her in peace at the end.
"I-I found what you wanted," she stuttered, the tears slipping down her cheeks, leaving an unattractive stain of mascara in their wake. Her hands shook once the boxes had been deposited on the counter. Dimitri swept gracefully from where he lounged to stand before her, cupping the girl's cheeks in his hands and smearing her tears.
Marlen rolled his eyes and snorted, banging through the doors, twirling a lady's silk scarf at his side. "Wouldn't it be easier to compel her and avoid all the sniffling and pleading?"
"For you, perhaps," Dimitri replied, smiling as he leaned down to brush her hair from her forehead and force his victim to meet his gaze. She seemed calm for a moment until his lips parted and the sight of his white fangs renewed the desperate sobbing. "Mmm, like music to my ears."
[NFB, the evil worries me a lil' bit.]