In the long run...(Taky!)

[Anonymous]

It was late, dark, cold, wet. The time of night when everyone was asleep, tucked away in their beds, unaware of any activity that may be going on outside. It was when small children were no longer running through the streets, no longer getting in the way and no longer screaming and causing mayhem. It was the time when there were no longer little animals or people crowding around buildings or trying to get from place to place. The entire town seemed to be dead, vacant. No one seemed to live there, all the lights out and nearly everything closed for the night.

But the bar was a different story. People were walking around, talking and flirting with random strangers, buying them drinks if allowed. Guys walked up to cute girls who were at the bar for the first time, inexperienced with bar stalkers. Hopefully the girl would realize that the guy was scum and would walk away before the guy had a chance to break her defensive barrier. Otherwise she would have some things to regret later on, some things that wouldn't be able to be reversed.

But it wasn't always the guys that were the problem. Ladies with little respect for themselves were the same way. They knew what they wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. They knew the ways...the techniques that needed to be used to make a guy melt in their hands. They knew how to turn a guy into clay and form them into anything, willing to do anything they wanted. They were like vipers, quick to get at their prey. They would strike, get what they want, and throw you away with nothing left to keep you alive. They were the ones that needed to be avoided.

She smiled. Her newest prey was in sight, the trap already set. She ordered up a drink for both of them. A little alcohol was a great factor to help her with what she needed. She ordered water for herself. She would need to keep herself sharp so she could lay out exactly what she needed to say to get him to be her slave for tonight. She wasn't exactly evil, cruel or vicious to her 'victims'. She just liked when they did what she wanted when she wanted. And this one would be a particularly easy target to form.

Her looks had to help considerably. She was what one would call 'Drop Dead Gorgeous'. And she knew it. She used it. Sometimes she had to try harder to persuade someone, but this one was very easy to get to. He was attractive, but not the prettiest thing she had seen in the world. But he had caught her attention which was something she had to give to him. There were generally one or two per night that she deemed worthy to have her attention.  So he was one of the lucky ones or...not so lucky.

He was talking about something that she was barely listening to. He was a chatter box. If she couldn't get him to go home with her soon, she would have to ditch this one. It wasn't looking good for him. She looked around the room, looking for someone new to try her techniques with. Meanwhile he continued to talk, saying something about his cat. She glanced at him, disgust forming on her face. She laughed, interrupting his sentence. "I didn't know petting a cat while reading was funny" he said, clearly confused and irritated a bit. She grinned at him. "I am going to go now. It was nice meeting you Mr....uhh."

"Zaayden," he said, growing more irritated.

"Yea," she said, walking away. It didn't matter anyway. She wouldn't remember it anyway. And by the end of the night, he wouldn't either. She walked away, leaning against a wall, searching for a different, less annoying victim.

[Anonymous]

The darkness. He was accustomed to it. It was where he tended to stay, away from people. But, tonight was different. He had just gotten a book of his published. Most authors would be overjoyed. But, however, he was no average author.

Zephyr's hair blew in the slight wind. It seemed to look good even though it was allways messy. He sighed. The publishing of every one of his books just reminded him that he was an author. Which, he regretted. He wanted to be in the action, his old job, doing what he wanted to do. But, of course...things didn't work out. They twisted in some annoying direction, as usual.

He came across a bar. He looked up at the moon, and sighed again before entering. Some people turned their heads and set their eyes upon him; others simply ignored him. He strode over to order a drink. Then, he sat down on a stool. The dim lights made his eyes look onyx. His tanned skin seemed slighly darker, making the scar on his cheek and bandages stand out. He sipped the drink quietly, any attempts at conversation made by others answered in a manner that made the talker back off. He didn't snap at them; he just sent the message; 'I don't want to talk to you.'

After being an assassin, it was a habit to remain quiet. But, it was just part of his personality. Talking could make him say something he didn't want to say. That would be bad. He scanned the bar absentmindedly. He saw a woman leaning against the wall. His eyes lingered on her for a moment. Then, he shifted his gaze back to his drink. He grumbled something inaudible.

Zephyr was no expert on women, but she definatly wasn't the norm when it came to looks. However, love was not something he wanted. He had work, jobs, and other things to take care of. An irritating woman would just add to the list. He wished he were the only one there. Then, he wouldn't have to deal with other people. He stared ahead, visible eye unblinking.

[Anonymous]

Her eyes fell on each person, staring at each, studying them before moving onto the next. There was no one she found interesting. Ugh...slow night tonight. She traced the room again, restudying each. One man sort of caught her attention but then his wife or girlfriend or hooker or whatever walked up and sat down next to him. She didn't need to get caught up in too much drama tonight.

She just wanted a nice man to perhaps buy her a drink or take her home. She only needed a one nighter, someone who wouldn't mind if she disappeared the next morning without saying a word. But so far it didn't seem like anyone would be worthy of her tonight. But then he walked in. He wasn't her normal choice but he had a certain...quality to him. He looked...dangerous in every sense of the word. The scar, the bandages, the hair, it all spoke towards that. She smiled her sly little half smile at him. He would be a worthy victim...he participant in her little game. She purred lightly under her breath. A very worthy victim indeed.

She was amused as his gaze landed on her for a second. He seemed a little irritated at her. But he had glanced at her and for a pretty decent amount of time. It made the smile on her lips widen a bit. Playing hard to get, eh? That just made the chase even more entertaining. She liked the ones who acted uninterested. They made her work, sort of. Depends on how easily they were affected by looks. And he was doing a nice job resisting her appearance. She may actually have to try. Ha! As if.

She walked over to where he sat, swaying her hips a bit as she moved. She giggled silently to herself as she watched heads turn to watch her, then turn more to see who she was walking to. It was entertaining really, watching the desperate ones. They were like sad little puppies wanting to be adopted. It was sad really, but it just added to her stride. She felt like a performing, and she wanted to give the crowd what they wanted. And she always did.

She finally reached his seat, sitting down next to him. She ordered a drink, allowing there to be a bit of alcohol in it. She glanced at the man. He was even more attractive up close. She smiled and looked at the bar tender as he handed her drink over. She was a frequent customer to this bar and yet the bar tender still couldn't control his stares. It was cute really. But she was not interested in something that would be easy tonight. She wanted the challenge, wanted something she would have to work for. She cleared her throat. "That's an interesting scar you have there sir." She smiled, admiring his scar and his bandages. Maybe sometime tonight she'd be able to find out how they got there.

[Anonymous]

Zephyr was staring ahead, in deep thought, when he saw someone sit next to him out of the corner of his eye. Ugh. Was it a hooker? Was it a person who recognized him as the author of a few books? He didn't really care who they were. At her comment, he sighed inwardly. It was obviously a woman's voice. That voice... What the hell, was he being confronted by a girl scout? He re-thought that. He didn't figure their kind hung around at bars. He glanced at her to see who she was, and his eye didn't linger upon her unlike the others. Zephyr had more important things to think about. He practically saw a thought bubble lingering over another man's head who was obviously staring at the woman; 'Is he gay? He must be gay if he doesn't think she's beautiful!'

 His onyx eyes showed no sign of interest in her. The rim of silver around them almost seemed to glow slightly. "Mmhm.", he replied. He didn't like to be interupted in his thoughts. Especially in one of his annoyed moods. Wasn't he in an annoyed mood? His expression showed a slight distaste in being talked to. He stared into his drink for a moment. It didn't have much alcohol in it. He liked it that way. He wanted to keep sharp in any event in public. He didn't like looking stupid. His eyes had a spark of intelligence in them, and he would always keep it that way.

He wondered what she wanted of him. He had a feeling he knew, it was a bar after all. But, maybe he was lucky and she'd just ignore him for a while. A while? Forever and a day. He just wasn't good with people. His previous job didn't improve his people skills. He avoided people a lot, but he didn't mind their presence as long as they left him alone. Silence? Good.

[Anonymous]

Her smile faltered a bit at his reaction. Maybe he would be more of a challenge then she thought. No matter, she would break him. She would make him want her the same way he made that mage from Arca. He was a difficult one to break. He didn't want to. But that made it all the more fun. She eventually found what made him tick, eventually got into his mind and saw a way to break his silent façade. It was quite simple after that, a few steps taken carefully to get her where she needed to go. She then got what she wanted, what she went through all the trouble to get and left him the next morning. Oh men. How she loved them so.

She would have to keep trying, not willing to let one little comment drive her away. She was persistent, stubborn and needed to get what she wanted. And he just gave her a challenge she couldn't refuse. Playing hard to get made him the perfect target for her little game and she would be playing to win the grand prize. So taking a different approach would need to be done. She just had to find out how to get into this man's brain, how to crack the code to his mind. She would have to do some delicate prying and perhaps take a decent amount of time to do so, but it would be worth it. Those who held back were always the best ones to...heh...have fun with.

She grinned at him, showing him she was unaltered by his comment. "How'd you get it?" Her eyes traced along it, landing on the bandages and following those back up to his eye. So many questions for him. So many things she wanted him to tell her. If she could get any sort of response from him, it would be an interesting night. And if she couldn't, well she would just have to try harder. Everything worth having is worth working for.

[Anonymous]

Zephyr's visible eye narrowed. He saw her smile falter slightly out the corner of his eye. He wondered why, after that, she still attempted to make conversation. Well, she seemed like she'd be a curious bundle of questions. And he most likely wouldn't answer any of them in the way she wanted. What her question was this time was one of the questions almost nobody knew. And he wasn't going to change that. "By doing my job", he answered shortly. He should have thought about that one. Dammit. That was going to make her more curious. He mentally smacked himself in the face.

[Anonymous]

She was a curious person. She just wanted to learn as much as she could about a single person. And normally she wouldn't stop at anything until she learned everything. She wouldn't stop until she cracked the code to a single person and learned them inside and out. She enjoyed that feeling, the feeling of accomplishment and completion in a task. She liked feeling like she had to work for something, even if sometimes it wasn't a challenge. Generally that something she had to work for was not exactly...useful by some people's terms. But hey, you can't make someone stop their hobby that easily.

Heh, hobby.

But this man made her particularly curious. He seemed so uninterested, probably because he was. But if someone thought that would stop her, they were sadly mistaken. If anything, it would make her try harder, make several attempts, try many different approaches before even thinking about giving up. She had never given up before and she wasn't planning on starting now. If he wanted to be difficult, she would have to be difficult back.

Surprisingly, this man had set her up to ask another question. It would be obvious, predictable, and very unlike her to not ask it. So maybe she should be unlike her for that moment, see where it would take her from there. She could always weasel her way back to this point later on so there would be no worry about that. It would be worth a shot. So instead of asking the obvious, she just sat there and stared at him, looking like she was concentrating hard on something about him. She smiled inwardly at herself. Nice technique Cosette.

[Anonymous]

Zephyr waited a little, feeling her eyes on him. He stopped himself from letting out a loud sigh of releif. No question. No damned questions. He felt a slight feeling of victory at that. He knew more might come, but no. He didn't want that. An idea popped into his head. This was his chance to escape the question trap. Because he wouldn't be able to pull it off, he didn't do the cliche 'Oh look I just saw my long lost cousin from across the world I need to go see them now' escape. He decided to do what he did best-staying silent and ignoring. He completely blocked her out of his mind, ignoring. One would say he was getting a tad worked up, but he hadn't had a conversation in a while. Plus, he was in a 'bad' mood. Bad combo.

[Anonymous]

The silence. It was not something she was used to, but at the same time it was oddly comforting. She wouldn't let this man bother her. He was afterall just a pawn in her little game. She was the queen, free to move wherever she wanted, to do whatever she pleased. She could dispose of him, let him go, move on and not care at all about it. She didn't care if at the end of the night he didn't want to go home with her. She would move on. She would forget him, never thinking twice about tonight.

But if she let him go, he would be the one that got away. He would be the one she couldn't break, the one she couldn't figure out. And then he would haunt her subconscious, coming back when she didn't want him to. She would want to forget but would never be able to escape the feeling of failing. She didn't want that to happen, she wouldn't let it happen. She would have to try harder, push herself to her boundaries, find out what makes him tick. She would have to make him dance like a little puppet and she would have to be the puppeteer. He would be a challenge, and she liked that.

She continued to stare at him, study him, learn as much as she could from his silent stance. He was not one for talking, tensing up when she spoke. He was either thinking or spacing out there on the bar stool. When he spoke, it was irritated and cut short. His job was a violent one, leaving him with several injuries. He wasn't keen on personal hygiene, according to how he kept himself. She made mental notes of all of this. He was different than anything she had seen before, and that made her heart pound in excitement. She purred quietly at the idea of a night with him.

It sure would be a night to remember.

[Anonymous]

Zephyr felt her eyes studying him. He started to get that feeling someone would get after someone stares at them for a while. He stared ahead for a bit longer, perhaps a minute, and then glanced at her. His visible eye narrowed. "If there is something you want, say it." He decided to just get this little game she was apparently playing over with. He wasn't used to this kind of game. His games were of the more dangerous variety. This was something different entirely. He wasn't sure he liked it. He was rather paranoid about people going after him. Quite understandable. But, this was a much different kind of 'going after.'

He didn't study her as she studied him, but scanned her. Like an evaluation, seeing if she was even worthy of his speech. Not in an arrogant way, no; but more like he was seeing if it was a good use of his time. He wondered what she wanted. He was somewhat oblivious to this kind of meaning of someone 'going after' him.

[Anonymous]

She continued to stare at him for a short while after he spoke. She was not only trying to get his attention, but she was also studying him. It was good to learn what your victim...err partner looked like in case they got away. This one wouldn't be too hard to find again. He had very distinct features. The bandages, the scar, the hair. It was all fairly distinct. Not only that but Cosette's...second sense could help her find him. She smiled. He would definitely be an easy one to find if he decided to get away.

But after a minute she smiled. "I was just admiring something." She fluttered her eyelashes. Yes, make him wonder, always a good technique. If it didn't work she could always try the conversation again. But generally it didn't take much more than that. She would get what she wanted at some point tonight. She always did. She took a sip of her drink. Yes...she always did.

She enjoyed the feeling of him looking at her. He wasn't like the other men, the ones who ogled. He studied for the sole purpose of observation. He wasn't looking for a quickie; he had almost a...curious look to him, as if he was wondering whether or not he should take time in talking to her. She turned up the act a bit, pushing her breasts out a little further, arching her back the slightest bit, lowering her chin. It would all be experimental of course. She would have to learn his type before being able to put on the ultimate act. It wasn't at all like she was desperate; she had all the choices in the world. But she didn't like the easily obtained. She went for the ones who were hard to break, the ones who were the challenge. They were the most satisfying in the end, and she longed for satisfaction.

So if it was an act that was needed to get it, she'd be willing to perform.

And she was the best damn actress out there.

[Anonymous]

Zephyr's look became more annoyed, but only a slight bit. She wasn't like the women he met before. He was used to the kinds that punched people in the face a lot. ((XDD)) This was just plain odd to him. He glanced at his drink, not looking back at her. It was near gone. He drank the last bit a little too quickly. He wanted to just leave now. He really didn't have time to be screwing around in bars. Well, he did, but he didn't intend to use his valuble time like that. Plus, he wasn't a people person. "Well, nice talking to you, lady.....but I need to go somewhere." He got up as with purpose and strode towards the door.

[Anonymous]

Cosette sensed his annoyance, no matter how subtle it was. She had a knack for picking up on changes in body language. She liked to call it a skill of hers, a tool she used all too often in her manipulation techniques. She could sense when someone was uncomfortable in a situation and would tone down her exorbitant personality. She could sense when people were excited and would grow excited with them, intensifying the emotion. She could tell when they were annoyed and would see how far she could push them until they broke.

It didn't surprise her all that much when he got up and left. She figured at some point her would. She watched him leave, subtly smelling the air as he walked away. Perfect. Now she had his scent, his voice, and his looks. All she was missing was his name, but that could be found at a later date. She smiled as she realized the man had no idea the amount of information he had given her. She would be his ultimate stalker now. She would hunt him down and find him, taking what she desired and knocking down anyone that would get in her way. She didn't like being denied what she wanted, and revenge would be oh so sweet. The man would pay eventually, and it would be grand.

She waited a moment or two after the man had left. It was better not to seem to desperate or willing. She wanted him to want her, to beg for her. But if she seemed like the desperate one, he would surely leave her in the dust. So after a few short moments, she walked for the door, looking either way for the man. She spotted him walking away and jogged up to him quickly. "Sir, may I be as brash as to ask you a favor? You see I have no money with me and I do not have a place to stay. Would you be at all willing to help me out?" She spoke, adding extra innocence to each word. She hunched her posture a little, adding helplessness to the mixture. She looked at the ground as well, adding that last spark to the mix. A good act needed everything, both body and mind. She had it, and all she had to do was see if he would take the bait.

[Anonymous]

Zephyr had thought he had escaped. Far from it, it seemed now. He had not thought she would run after him and come begging for a place to stay like a little lost puppy. But, his heart was hardened from battle. He wasn't about to let her stay in his house. Definitely not. He turned his head to the side to look at her. ""Look, lady....It Isn't really my problem you don't have a place to stay. Something I learned from the past? Trust no one.....you would do well to follow my advice." He turned quickly into the darkness and had a feeling that she could easily find a place to stay on her own. If he deemed her truly helpless, he would have simply gave her a little money and named a place to stay. But, that wasn't the case. He had a feeling she could go up to any guy, but on a little act, and get a place to stay in 5 seconds.  He turned into an alley and disappeared into the darkness. It was a little thing he learned from being an assassin.

The next day, he leaned up against a wall of a building. He had a vague feeling someone would be following him. Another thing he picked up in assassin 101. He looked around with a cautious air, not sure what to expect. He kept on the move from then on, just going nowhere, following the crowd. Zephyr hoped that it wasn't someone dangerous following him. Little did he know, that was an entirely different kind of danger he needed to expect...

[Anonymous]

She frowned. Being denied what she wanted was not something she liked to have done to her. In fact, she downright hated it. There was nothing she couldn't stand more than being told no, having someone walk out on her without giving her a chance to show them what she had. She hated it, and often it lead to her hunting them down and seeking her...revenge. Though it wasn't revenge like how most people thought of it. There was no fighting, no magic being used because, let's face it; she would lose within three seconds. No. Her revenge would be...much more satisfying.

But while she was watching her prey, er, target get away, the only thing on her mind was her anger. And when she was angry, she didn't control her actions. She was furious he didn't so much as hold a decent conversation with her. He barely looked at her. He didn't even offer to help her when she asked. He truly was rude! She clenched her hands into fists, turned on her heel and walked back into the bar. She needed to get this man off her mind, so she looked around the bar and spotted a decent looking gentleman off in the corner. She took a deep breath, put on one of her smiles, and strutted over to him. She reached the table, happy to see his awed stare.

"Hey there cutie. Wanna buy me a drink?" Her smile took on an almost menacing twist as she slowly molded this man into the putty she was used to.

It was almost too easy sometimes.

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She woke up early the next morning to leave from the man's room. She found her shirt and pants thrown randomly on the ground. She gathered them all up, smiling to herself as she stared at the poor, drunken man passed-out on his bed. Last night was fun, but it could have been much more satisfying if she had gotten what she wanted. If only it hadn't gotten away from her.

After properly dressing herself, she wrote the man a note, thanking him for the time she had. If only she could be there when he woke up. He wouldn't remember her, wouldn't remember last night. His reaction would be the funniest, like most of the men she seduced into a drunken state. But sadly she would have to miss it. She had better things to do than watch a grown man stare, confusedly, at a beautiful woman. There was work to be done, and she wasn't going to fail again.

She had to track down that man.

She left the note on his nightstand. He'd find it in a few hours. After that, she found her way to his door and back onto the streets. Oh, Cerenis. How she knew it well. She walked away from the house a ways before allowing her 'sixth sense' to kick in. When it kicked in, it was rather terrifying to a bystander. Her pupils dilate, causing her entire eyes to turn black. She hunches over and her arms sway as she walks, allowing her senses to guide her. She has almost the same look to her as a zombie would, trudging along until she finds what she is looking for. But while in this state, she has full power to snap back into reality when she pleases. But even if she didn't, when she got near enough to her target, she would snap back automatically as to not scare them away too much. She isn't sure why it happens, but it comes in handy when dealing with her more fearful victims.

She traveled probably three miles in this state, turning here and there, moving swiftly in and out of crowds, not touching anyone or getting in the way. But she could feel herself approaching him, the energy from him growing stronger. She snapped herself back, shaking her head a bit to clear the thoughts the sense gave her. She wasn't sure exactly where he was, but figured if she kept walking, she would find him.

A few steps later, something caught her eye. Bandages. A lot of bandages. There he was, across the street, just standing there. It seemed kind of weird to her. He didn't seem like the 'out in the open type'. But hey, whatever floats his boat. She decided to climb atop one of the buildings near him (via a ladder. She isn't like a superhero that can fly up to the top). She figured she'd watch him for a bit, possibly follow him. She would be his stalker for the day. He should feel honored. Not everyone gets this treatment.

Not everyone gets away.

(OOC: GAH! Fricken long post >.<)

[Anonymous]

Zephyr glanced around in a non-obvious way. Someone was watching him, and he hated that feeling. It was always bad news in his mind. He started to walk from his spot, on the edge of the crowd. Then, he turned sharply into an alley. He walked in the dim alley like it was fully light. Then, he turned out of that alley into a different street. He glared upward at the sky. He really hated the daylight. It seemed like he hated many things, but he just didn't like what most did. He didn't think who was following him was very dangerous because otherwise something would have already happened. He wasn't stupid and didn't go to his room in the hotel he was staying in. He had a house, but he didn't really live in one place. Zephyr went to the edge of the city and leaned against a wall far from where most people were. He mumbled something about a stalker and closed his eyes. He looked like someone who fell asleep while standing up.


((XD As long as you post, IDC. Thank you, btw! I tried to make a long post D: I failed. By the way, he doesn't just do this all the time, I guess he's just standing and waiting for whoever it is *Cough* to come and confront him.))

[Anonymous]

Her spot on the roof was a rather nice one, it allowed her to keep a vigilant eye on him, but it also provided many hiding spots if he were to...come up and investigate. She knelt by the edge of the roof, just watching. He wasn't doing much, looking around a little. But overall he was, boring. She frowned a bit. Some target. She stood up and stayed where she was for a few moments. Still nothing from the man. She shook her head and began walking back towards the ladder to get down from the roof. Such a complete waste of time.

But then she heard footsteps leaving from the place the man had been. She looked up and turned her head back in his direction. Where was he going? She turned around and jogged on her toes to follow him. She crouched back down, observing him. He walked over to a different wall and leaned on it. SERIOUSLY?! Same thing as before?! She groaned silently. She picked Mr. No Personality to follow all morning. She hissed to herself and glanced upward at the sky before looking back down at him. A sly smile slowly crossed her face as an idea came to mind.

She climbed up on the ledge of the roof, judging the distance down. It wasn't a tall building, one that she could jump from and not injure herself. Perfect. "You think you could do something a bit more entertaining?" She let herself fall from the ledge, landing very catlike in front of him. She straightened her legs, standing tall in front of him. Her smile was still there, still just as sly. But instead of moving from her spot, she stood where she was and just eyed him. "You know, you could have just gone along with my routine and saved yourself the trouble of having to deal with me later." His loss.

[Anonymous]

Zephyr was very much expecting the speech from above. But however, the person herself he wasn't expecting as much. Was this the same damned woman that was irritating him before?! He almost hissed aloud. She was persistant. He hated that sly smirk on her face. Right now, this was just making his overall grumpy mood into a brewing storm of annoyance. Not too hard to do. He scowled. "Look here, woman. I'm wondering, why the hell are you stalking me?" He turned on his heel and stalked off, head high, in a stubborn manner. (as usual.)

"Don't think of following me. Just go find someone else to stalk and annoy." He really did have a feeling that she would follow him. A feeling that there was more to this little game here. He didn't like it. There wasn't much he would like at this point. Well, perhaps a drink, but not with her around. He was clearly annoyed, but not angry. The unlucky people to see his anger...well, they didn't end up too happy.

[Anonymous]

She hissed. His stubborn manner would not do. She didn't like it, not one bit. How far would she have to go? She was no longer fighting for a night on the town with this man; she was fighting for her respect back. But he was walking away. She wouldn't stand for it. She felt for the dagger at her side, ensuring that it was indeed there. She began walking after him, slowly picking up the pace to a slow jog, then to a slow run, then to a full out sprint. She was fast, one of the few athletic things she had on her side. She caught up to him in no time, getting quickly in front of him. She pulled out the dagger and pressed the tip against the wall directly in front of his face. She pressed her other arm behind him so he would have a more difficult time escaping.

She was now very close to him, her body almost pressed against his. But she ensured he had a little space from her. No need to violate him now. Not yet at least. Instead she just tilted her head, smiling at him. "Where are you going in such a rush, darling? You afraid of me or something?" Her smile spread a bit more. It was a quick way to get under a guy's skin; just question their strength or pick on their fear. He should fear her, but he wouldn't see her as a threat. But she was sure to get an interesting response from him after that comment. She just smiled at him, keeping him trapped between her arm and a blade.

[Anonymous]

Zephyr showed no emotion, even when she exhibited behavior that he thought not so lady-like. He tossed the bangs flopped infront of his face back. Her voice no longer annoyed him; he seemed almost devoid of all emotion. "It seems someone can't control their temper. Just because I don't like you doesn't mean I'll attack you." His visible eye stared into hers. "You seem to mistake me acting like a civilized human being for fear. Because you are so on the offensive and accusing me of fearing you, I daresay that you are the one that is fearing me." A few minutes ago, he felt her smile like needles on him. Now, all attemps at making him feel anything hit a steely emotional barrier.