Brian closes his eyes, closing the book he was pretending to read. No one's come down the stairs. He's been sitting here for hours, and it's very late. He knows he should go sleep. But he can't
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Aramat has been disappointed as well. Almost three months and no suitable specimens. She's been spending her days in, a daze. At times she becomes so bored, she starts to wonder if there is any other worlds beyond this and plans fruitless attempts of escaping this one. Pills, the noose, a bathtub filled with her limp body and blood from slit wrists... and her personal favorite, drowning. But alas, she has no desire for something that isn't guaranteed.
She needs something as bad as Brian does, a challenge . Something that would truly wake her up from her daze. Something to feed her blood-lust.
Aramat thinks of this while wandering the mansion hallway, as she often does. You can give a ghost a body, but it doesn't stop it from wondering.
He starts up the stairs and down the hallway to his room, and then stops. Someone alone. Walking. The woman he met the first day, with the oleanders and her...curious bearing. He seems thoughtful for a moment.
And then starts after her, the tread of his feet quiet, barely the stalk of a hunter but the tint of it there nonetheless, his eyes fixed on his potential prey. He doesn't have anything with him, but then, when has he ever needed tools to subdue a victim before...and besides, he thinks with some amusement, there might be an easier way with this one.
He wouldn't mind some extra entertainment, if he can talk her into it.
He pauses as her steps quicken. Is it possible that she heard him? He doesn't like the thought of that. He's always been able to tread quietly. It's a necessity for a predator.
He falls back a little and continues to follow her, though more slowly, his walk more casual if she looks back. He might be learning where her room is.
Aramat doesn't hear the third step anymore. Thats a relief. But she still can't shake the feeling that someone is following her . She also doesn't plan on going to her room anytime soon. Beds are last thing she's thinking about right now.
The someone following her doesn't fall behind. His eyes on her back, he wonders where she's going. If she's going to meet someone, if she is aware of his presence and if she suspects his motives. But when it comes down to it...he's fairly certain he's stronger than her.
And quite sure he's more devious.
But then again, Brian hasn't met anyone quite like Aramat in a long time. Except maybe his brother.
Aramat lets the scalpel gently slide from inside her sleeve to her hand, she does this as discretely as possible. She's been the fool of her paranoia many times before, but something tells her that this isn't a false alarm.
She suddenly stops and says, "Who are you and what do you want from me?"
Brian wishes he'd brought a knife with him. Then again, this was just going to be a stalk. Now it appears it may be more than that. However... he fades into the shadows with ease, not answering her question, waiting.
Wondering what she will do with silence and a quiet hallway, even if she obviously...somehow senses him. Unusually aware, he notes. Something to remember.
Though of course, if things go well there may be nothing to worry about.
Not a coward, he corrects her gently. Just intelligent. A good predator doesn't take risks. Or else he'll never live to catch another prey. He smiles slightly as she turns and continues walking, and ghosts along after her, moving a little faster though still just as quietly.
If he can make her more nervous, he ponders - but no, not worth the time it would take. He wants a kill. And so help him, he'll have one.
He's already done it. As soon as she starts walking again, she hears the third step. Again, again, and again. A note of something starts to appear in her heart when she hears the third step, more faster, more eager.
It isn't fear, which surprises her, it's excitement. It sickens her a little bit, but explains the anger she had at him hiding. Well, be honored, sir. You woke me from slumber, what are you going to do?
He speeds up a little, drawing nearer. All he needs is to get close enough. She shouldn't be hard to take out. Not at all. He's overpowered harder victims before.
A smile begins to curve his lips, heart starting to pound with excitement of his own; a very human emotion, a feeling, even, that emerges only at a time like this.
Aramat's heart is pumping faster and faster... and she swears that this man is only some more steps away from breathing down her neck. She's being followed, there's no more question about that.
Still, a morbid sense of excitement in still in Aramat. And bit of impatience. Come on you bastard, face me!
He doesn't plan to face her until she's well under control. However, typist willing, he makes his move, pouncing with a master predator's speed, one arm going over her head so his forearm tightens over her throat - not choking pressure, more of a warning.
The only sound he makes is a hiss through his teeth.
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Once the arm go over her head and his forearm goes over her throat. A moan escapes her lips, which shocks her. What the hell is wrong with me, he's trying to kill me! Why do I like this...
Perhaps it's the sound he makes when he catches her, the firm forearm that vaguely smells of blood...
She quickly takes the scalpel she was holding some minutes ago and if the typist allows it, stabs Brian in the forearm.
The first blush of excitement when his arm tightens over her throat doesn't fade or even wink out when the metal of her scalpel bites deep into his forearm.
Ohhh, Brian does not like that.
He snarls, faintly, his breath hot on Aramat's ear, other hand moving to grab the scalpel and yank it out of his flesh. The sharpness of the edge means it doesn't hurt much immediately, and he resolutely keeps the pressure up, but he does not want to deal with muscle damage.
Nonetheless, his determination not to give up this prey has only increased.
She needs something as bad as Brian does, a challenge . Something that would truly wake her up from her daze. Something to feed her blood-lust.
Aramat thinks of this while wandering the mansion hallway, as she often does. You can give a ghost a body, but it doesn't stop it from wondering.
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And then starts after her, the tread of his feet quiet, barely the stalk of a hunter but the tint of it there nonetheless, his eyes fixed on his potential prey. He doesn't have anything with him, but then, when has he ever needed tools to subdue a victim before...and besides, he thinks with some amusement, there might be an easier way with this one.
He wouldn't mind some extra entertainment, if he can talk her into it.
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He falls back a little and continues to follow her, though more slowly, his walk more casual if she looks back. He might be learning where her room is.
Something it'd be good to know.
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And quite sure he's more devious.
But then again, Brian hasn't met anyone quite like Aramat in a long time. Except maybe his brother.
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She suddenly stops and says, "Who are you and what do you want from me?"
I'm not afraid of death, are you?
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Wondering what she will do with silence and a quiet hallway, even if she obviously...somehow senses him. Unusually aware, he notes. Something to remember.
Though of course, if things go well there may be nothing to worry about.
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Maybe her mind is playing tricks on her again, as they often do. Still, something just does not feel right...
She starts to walk again. She has a bit of a deathwish, but she isn't going to make it easy... she wants to die kicking, screaming, and fighting.
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If he can make her more nervous, he ponders - but no, not worth the time it would take. He wants a kill. And so help him, he'll have one.
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It isn't fear, which surprises her, it's excitement. It sickens her a little bit, but explains the anger she had at him hiding. Well, be honored, sir. You woke me from slumber, what are you going to do?
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A smile begins to curve his lips, heart starting to pound with excitement of his own; a very human emotion, a feeling, even, that emerges only at a time like this.
It's what makes the chase so thrilling.
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Still, a morbid sense of excitement in still in Aramat. And bit of impatience. Come on you bastard, face me!
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The only sound he makes is a hiss through his teeth.
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Perhaps it's the sound he makes when he catches her, the firm forearm that vaguely smells of blood...
She quickly takes the scalpel she was holding some minutes ago and if the typist allows it, stabs Brian in the forearm.
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Ohhh, Brian does not like that.
He snarls, faintly, his breath hot on Aramat's ear, other hand moving to grab the scalpel and yank it out of his flesh. The sharpness of the edge means it doesn't hurt much immediately, and he resolutely keeps the pressure up, but he does not want to deal with muscle damage.
Nonetheless, his determination not to give up this prey has only increased.
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