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A grin broke out across Kirus' face as the girl snatched her hand away. He noted with glee the time it took for her to react. He noted the calm anger in her voice, noted the taste of her on his palate.
His tounge laved once, quickly, across his lips and he tilted his head to one side, that crooked grin like poison wine.

He was about to open his mouth to say more, to charm his way through, to try and pull the girl that he was sure from the tang in her blood was not quite human, into his thrawl. He stopped however, was cut off by Seti. No. His smooth glance to the side proved that it was in fact Loki that was sitting near them, letting evil drip from his words with an apparent ease.

It would have been easy to drop the act, and attempt to help Seti from the inside, Kirus knew just how much the demon hated his darker side, but then, he also found himself intoxicated by this darkness. He had always been drawn to the shadows. To a malicious grin and intent to toy. Loki had it all. It was too easy to forget the suffocation Seti must be feeling. Especially when Kirus was so enthralled with his own game.

"mon cher, I would if only she were first willing to share..."
he eminated sadly, his eyes wide and mock hurt.

Loki smirked at Kirus. He rose from the chair slowly. As smooth as always he directed Seti's body towards Kirus and the girl. His red devil like tail swaying with exitement.
Loki stopped behind the girl and looked at Kirus with a grin before peering down at the girl from over her shoulder. "Well well hunny, who says we are going to eat to. We just had a lovely meal before you entered." Loki licked his lips and laughed softly. "Though what you mentioned, the fighting, i would rather try out your strength some place else." He said as he ran his long pale fingers over her smooth back.

Aneltha felt a chill go down her spine as he touched her. She felt frozen for a moment, but then she quickly moved away from both of the men. She backed up against the bar counter. She quickly looked over her shoulder as she heard a faint meow. She saw a white cat, it's purple eyes standing out in all the whiteness, a cute white ribbon, which was tied in a bow around it's neck, was tied to it's belt like collar.

"Seems like your between two rocks and a hard place Aneltha."It said as it hopped down onto her shoulder."Memew."Aneltha whispered as a smile crossed her face."It's not very nice picking on a lady you know."The cat said as it looked from one of the men to the other."I suggest you leave her alone or have to face me."The cat said and hissed at the men.

Kirus chuckled lowly, looking Loki up and down "a rock and a hard place indeed" he commented somewhat crudely, before lifting his head to see the cat. He had always admired cats, the grace they were gifted with even when doind such menial tasks such as washing and lazing...he liked to think he was now gifted with such grace.

He tilted his head at Loki and allowed a dissaproving smile to cross his face, holding back the metal claw, running his leather tipped finger over the blade, feeling the sharpness of the impliment, even through the hide.

"now now my dear" he let out smoothly, stepping neatly round them both to approach the cat.

"I've always loved felines"

Memew looked at the man that was aproaching her. She hopped down off Aneltha's shoulder and landed on the ground gently, not a sound was made upon her landing other then the meow she let out. She looked the man over."It's hard to find people with good taste now a days."She said as she curled her tail up around her. Then she sensed it.........the darkening of an aura.

Aneltha and Memew's head turned quickly at the same time to look at the other man. His aura had become darker, neither of them liked that one bit. Espically not Aneltha, Memew could handle him, though she was not sure when it came down to Aneltha, she had been in such a awful condition lately. It was even hard for her to catch a meal so Memew had been helping her out. Memew hissed at the other man, while Aneltha quickly picked her up.

Clarissa had been walking for a few hours before coming across, the outside building seemed old, however it was the neon lights and name of the bar that caught her eye. "Guilty Pleasures" she thought to herself, "Where have I heard that before." a smiled and two small white fangs could be seen emerging from her lips.

She walked forward and pushed the door open, she was wearing a black cloak and the first thing that most people noticed about her, was the colour of her eyes. They were a bright crimson, her eyes made her seem less approachable but this was not the case. She could be friendly if she felt like it.

As the door swung open with a gentle creak the first thing she saw was two guys staring each other down. And to the left a feline girl. She looked towards the man nearest the bar, he seemed angry and he smelt like he was a vampire. Clarissa made sure not to get in the way of the two gentleman's dispute, before taking a seat at the bar and watching to see what became of the disagreement.

Kirus knew what he was doing, and it wasnt difficult to level that stare with a cool gaze of his own, his tones smooth and casual as he raked his hair back with a free hand. He spoke as if he couldnt care less, in a sigh that told of the weight of the world on lazy shoulders.
"none what-so-ever. The only person in this room that I care about is myself, I just find it irritating to share the premises with such parasites"

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It was a strain on his body not to flinch, everyone of his muscles was entirely being used just to relax his body, his own fang was digging into the side of his mouth. He knew, if he really thought about it, that if Loki hurt Seti, he was hurting himself, his host, his home. Nothing very bad would happen. He hoped.
Seti was a good healer, fast, he'd seen it.
It didnt help in the slightest that the welling of crimson poison from that cut was calling to him. He had tasted of that deadly fruit. Almost paid dearly for it, still. Blood was blood, and the beast inside him was stirring at the scent, thick on the air, uncurling something inside him.