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Lilith barely even flinched as Baxter's new toy touched her throat.
"I wouldn't. Sparky's still around."
She muttered, opening her eyes. She had many affectionate names for her gun; the main ones being Sparky when she was in a good mood, Hellsing when she was pissed off. Sitting up, she took a long drag of the cigarette, flicking the half finished stick off the roof, the silvery smoke drifting above her head. Standing up on the roof, she pulled her new weapons out, walking up to Baxter. In a blink of an eye, she had pressed him up against the brick chimney on the roof; one sai at his throat, the other one's tip pressed gently between the space of his ribs.
"Lightweight, sharp, perfect."
Her body was pretty much up against Baxter's, it was the closest she'd been to him out of her own free will; last time it was because he was protecting her. From this close, Lilith's grey eyes weren't as grey, they had a slight shade of blue to them, and her porcelain face was pure and totally smooth. She snapped playfully at him, her almost unnaturally white teeth and fangs glinting in the sunlight, an evilly cheeky grin on her full lips.

Raising an eyebrow, Lilith pressed the tip of her sai into the soft flesh between his ribs just enough to leave a mark, the one on his throat moving so the tip was pushing against the skin under his jaw. She could hear the other students moving to their rooms but didn't care.
"Too easy hey?"
Her face was so close to Baxters, she could see the tiny imperfections in his eyes, the small flecks of different shades of their colours. A slight wind made a few strands of her ebony hair brush over her face, her eyes shining behind them.

Lilith chuckled, a glint in her eye as Baxter's new blade drew blood.
"Well, thats a waste."
She joked, removing the blade in her right hand to put it back in the holster, the one in her left hand still digging into his ribs. Her finger went to the blood trailing down his blade and slowly collected it on her slender digit. The red liquid made it's way down her hand as she ran her tongue over her finger, her bluey-grey eyes not leaving Baxter's red and blue.
"I'm not going to waste it..."
Lilith said softly, her Romanian accent almost a purr as her full lips were stained red.

The smile gone from her face, Lilith raised an eyebrow as he took her sai from her. Putting it back in her holster when he gave it back, she walked a few steps backwards before lying down on the roof again, the clouds now obscuring the sun. She could still smell her own blood on Baxter's blade, and wondered if anyone else with heightened senses could. She laughed after a few minutes, her eyes closed.
"Oh if only Jason had seen what you were doing."
She scoffed, using her arms as a headrest. Admittedly, her blood had begun to rush faster through her veins when Baxter was almost touching her, but she wouldn't tell him, he was her only real friend here. Her long ebony hair fluttered in the wind as she relaxed on the roof top.

Slowly and quietly standing up, Lilith walked over to Baxter and stood next to him, her hair and day-cloak fluttering in the breeze. Hey bluey-grey eyes looked to where he was and said nothing. Her shoulder was touching his, thanks to the massive boots she was given, and she turned to look at him. Silent still, it was a few moments before she did anything; and it was completely compulsive. She turned Baxter's face towards her's and gently kissed him. Turning to walk back to the sky light, she spoke over her shoulder.
"I'm going to get pissed. That's what. And if i'm lucky, i'll forget about deployment."
Lilith had only taken a few steps away from him; it was too risky to walk while talking up there. Sure if she fell she'd be fine, but then she'd have to walk all the way around to the front again.

Lilith gracefully stepped down from the roof back into the second floor dorm corridor, giving a half smile to ******** oath common room."
And giving a wink, she walked to the railing, swung herself up onto it and effectively jumping down to the lower floor, scaring the living daylights out of Michael, Samuel and Johnny who were all showing each other their gifts. With a cheeky smirk at the trio, trying not to laugh at Michael's involuntary yelp, she walked back into the now abandoned common room; even the barman had gone. Slinking behind the bar, she picked up a bottle of vodka.
"Hello vodka me old friend."
She crooned, walking around to the old-fashioned lounge chair by the fireplace, stretching out and taking a large swig. Lilith had grown up around the stuff, she drank it like water before she was taken. The taste was rather weak, with a very slight ashy after-taste. Shuddering at the after-taste, she bit into her own finger, letting a few drops of her blood fall into the liquid. Taking another swig, she smiled, leaning back in the chair.
"Ohhh yes, much better."

Lilith raised an eyebrow, watching Baxter. Leaning over, she took a mouthful of tequila.
"I've never been one for tequila slams. The salt and lemons never seem to taste right with me."
And picking back up the near empty vodka bottle, she contented herself to watch Baxter, trying to remember if she'd seen a bottle of Bacardi Gold back there somewhere. The vodka had only made her more relaxed, it would take a while before it hit her sensed. Oh the joys of being a vampire.