The stench of an oncoming hormone-driven opiate-addict had the vampiress?s eyes obstinately on the piano keys before her. Agilely, gracefully, and expertly she plucked out an eclectic-sounding tune she?d written that morning. She rolled her eyes as the man paused not feet from her bench and seemed about to speak.
?Turn around and walk away,? Aida said coldly, never ceasing to play the beautiful arrangement. Her peripheral caught some nervous shuffling.
?But I just wanted--? It didn?t matter what he would to say. She could smell the testosterone seeping through his pores.
?Walk. Away.? The words were abrasive and cut straight to the core. Aida had already expended her patience stores this evening, and she honestly couldn?t handle any more human beings getting any closer. It had been hours since her last meal, and not only was she cranky, but she was dangerously close to giving into temptation. Her fourth attempted suitor of the night dropped his head and shrugged off dejectedly.
Not that she didn?t mind toying with the desires of men. In fact, she rather enjoyed it. It gave her a sense of control?something she so desperately needed these days; something to reassert her domineering position. Wherever it was she found she dominated.
A shuffling behind her had her rolling her eyes. She didn?t even bother to inhale.
?Turn around and walk away,? she repeated toward the next in line, exasperatedly.
?No.? The voice was cool, calm, and collected. Slightly musical, even.
Aida paused in her playing for half a second as she took a breath. There it was. The sickly-sweet, familiar scent of her kind. It was a scent she recognized? like something she should remember, deep down in her conscious. She recognized it, but did not know it. Whipping her head around quickly, she stopped playing altogether to meet a pair of unfeeling, deep crimson eyes. In the length of a human heartbeat, she knew.
Dimitri Geva. The vampire who had made her, threatened her, insisted she join his coven, was sneering? politely? if that were possible. He deliberately leaned forward and took a lock of her hair between thumb and forefinger, bending to smell at it deeply.
?Aidalia, my love. I have been looking absolutely everywhere for you.?
?Turn around and walk away,? Aida said coldly, never ceasing to play the beautiful arrangement. Her peripheral caught some nervous shuffling.
?But I just wanted--? It didn?t matter what he would to say. She could smell the testosterone seeping through his pores.
?Walk. Away.? The words were abrasive and cut straight to the core. Aida had already expended her patience stores this evening, and she honestly couldn?t handle any more human beings getting any closer. It had been hours since her last meal, and not only was she cranky, but she was dangerously close to giving into temptation. Her fourth attempted suitor of the night dropped his head and shrugged off dejectedly.
Not that she didn?t mind toying with the desires of men. In fact, she rather enjoyed it. It gave her a sense of control?something she so desperately needed these days; something to reassert her domineering position. Wherever it was she found she dominated.
A shuffling behind her had her rolling her eyes. She didn?t even bother to inhale.
?Turn around and walk away,? she repeated toward the next in line, exasperatedly.
?No.? The voice was cool, calm, and collected. Slightly musical, even.
Aida paused in her playing for half a second as she took a breath. There it was. The sickly-sweet, familiar scent of her kind. It was a scent she recognized? like something she should remember, deep down in her conscious. She recognized it, but did not know it. Whipping her head around quickly, she stopped playing altogether to meet a pair of unfeeling, deep crimson eyes. In the length of a human heartbeat, she knew.
Dimitri Geva. The vampire who had made her, threatened her, insisted she join his coven, was sneering? politely? if that were possible. He deliberately leaned forward and took a lock of her hair between thumb and forefinger, bending to smell at it deeply.
?Aidalia, my love. I have been looking absolutely everywhere for you.?