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Travis looked when he sensed the blood from when Yuzuki punched the wall. He quickly ran in that direction, his speed and strength having greatly increased over the weekend. He didn't know it was Yuzuki's blood, only that is was blood, and he was still thirsty.

Sangre rolled her eyes and smirked at him.

"That's what they all say," she purred, her fingers slipping underneath his shirt to tickle his pale chest.

It's just going to be a goth photo shoot. She thought, smiling at him. Nothing weird's going to happen. She mentally laughed. I wouldn't have invited him if it wasn't just a black-pants-and-lacy-shirts shoot.

The elevator dinged, signaling they had reached the twenty-first floor as the doors opened.

A woman in jeans and a low-cut, lacy black top with her red hair in a tight bun whirled as the doors opened.

"Sangre!" She snapped, setting her hands on her hips as her glasses flashed in the light. "Where the hell have you been? You're late!"

Sangre rolled her eyes.

"Shut up, Marina," she replied, employees immediately gathering around an invisible fence around the three, chattering about make up and hair as a few scribbled on clipboards. In the back of the large room, cameras and lights could be seen being set up in front of a set, where the photo shoot would take place. "I came as soon as I got your call. It's not MY fault you decided to move the photo shoot up."

Marina rolled her eyes.

"Whatever," she snapped. "As long as you're here. I've had Pulp's Editor-in-Chief chatting my ear off all day!" It was then she noticed Lucian, and her fierce expression immediately softened. "Well, well Sangre, what have you got there? Boy toy of yours?"

On instinct she jumped forward and tackled him. She didn't realize that it was Travis until she held him on by the throat on the ground. "T-Travis!?"

Lucian greeted her, “How do you do? My name is Lucian…I’m her pet.” He grinned as the others near that heard his comment stared blankly at them. He still held Sangre’s hand tightly in his, not wanting to let her go. His eyes flickered over the set and the workers, noticing how busy it was.

Travis didn't even seem to hear her as he lunged for her throat again.

Marina looked at a loss for words for a moment, and even - did Sangre see correctly? - disappointed.

"I see," she replied after a moment. Sangre smirked, being able to imagine what images popped up into the redhead's head at the word 'pet'. Then Marina shook it off and cleared her throat professionally, pretending like there wasn't the faintest of blushes on her cheeks. "Very well then," she stated simply. "Sangre, I think you should know that there have been some slight..." she searched for the right word. "Changes in the photo shoot."

Sangre blinked.

"Changes," she repeated. "What do you mean, changes?"

Marina took out the catalog that she had stuck underneath her arm, motioning for Sangre to take it. Blinking, Sangre released Lucian's hand and took the magazine, turning away from him and opening it to where he couldn't see what was inside.

Her eyes widened.

"NO ******** WAY!" She roared, half-tempted to throw the book at Marina, snapping it closed. "NO ******** WAY! THAT WASN'T WHAT WE AGREED ON-!"

"If I remember CORRECTLY, Sangre," Marina began icily, snatching the catalog back and giving it to another worker, who walked away with it. She stared at Sangre warningly, who was seething. "THIS photo shoot is what's going to give you the money to pay the rent for that apartment you're living in..." the redhead's eyes flashed. "Which, may I remind you, is LATE, rent." Taking a towel from another worker, she held it out to Sangre, who was glaring at her, wishing looks could kill.

There was silence for a moment, neither woman saying anything.

Snarling, Sangre snatched the towel from Marina and stormed off towards the dressing rooms, slamming the door behind her with an enraged '******** YOU!'. Marina smirked as she watched, satisfied.

"There's a good girl..." she purred before looking at Lucian. "Well, well, well, Lucian, right? It's not like Sangre to bring a friend, much less a MALE." She surveyed him from over the rims of her glasses. "Who exactly are you to her?"

Yuzuki thrashed and then tackled him again. She covered his mouth with her hand. "You. Have. To. Calm. Down."

It caught her hard on the cheek. She winced and grapled for his hand letting go of his mouth in a try to capture his hands. Pulling them over his head with one hand and punching him in the gut with the other.