five minutes to midnight ! [vixen]

[marshal alex wolfe]

Although it was dark outside the school was still bursting with life and the activity bustled all around him. Marshal moved in a direct straight line, he didn't move for anybody and nobody expected him to. His eyes were strangely blank and passed over everybody like they mere shadows. He walked with a slow ease and moved as if he had not a care int he world, he walked away from the dorm rooms, away from everything and everyone. Very few people moved this way at this time but Marshal did not get 'strange' looks, nobody was game enough to even give him a sideways glance let alone look at him strangely. Marshal was elite in his own right and it was not because he was alluring or charming, his appeal simply came from the fact he pulled of the uninterested and 'bad boy' look without even trying. For some reason the fact that he was rude, cruel and sadistic seemed to turn them on, even when they knew what he was like.

A chuckle escaped his lips and he shook his head slightly, there was a crooked smile upon his lips however his eyes remained dead, emotionless. There was water in the distance, the moon reflected off the surface with a cool clarity and he walked towards it with a new and faster pace. There was nothing for him here in this school, nothing except the Squad and the games. But even that, nobody knew about - he had to keep it under wraps, but he didn't mind because the secrecy and the sadism involved was what fueled him, was what made him high on the simple glory of being a threat.

Nobody else knew the joy of being able to dictate lives, who lives and who dies. Marshal gave a satisfied smile at the very thought of the games, for nobody knew what happened in them, nobody knew who killed those innocent people. There was blood on his hands - lots of it in fact - but rather than being disgusted with himself he relished in the knowledge that he had taken lives. Marsh was not one who had the possibility to lament over something so trivial as murder, he did not lament over anything.

With a sigh he ran his hands through his black hair, his eyes moved around the pool and he gave a short breath of laughter. Finally he was alone, finally he could relax. Be himself? What a joke, he didn't give a fuck what anybody thought, he was always himself.

[vixen ella washington]

The world was a flurry around her, she had stopped by her
locker to pick up her notepad for drawing and a lens for her
camera that she had absentmindedly forgotten. Pulling them
out of the mess that was her school locker and dropping the
lens into her messenger back Vixen turned and began to make
her way through the people. It was dark outside she noticed
as she pushed through people passing a darkened window.
Cringing at the fact she bit her lip as her blue pools dropped to
the floor, damning herself for leaving so late to pick up the stuff.
Squeezing her eyes shut for a second she tried to calm herself
down and then kept moving. Vixen's fingers wrapped around
her thick notepad, the drawings and doodles that she held near
and dear, they were her feelings. Rather then speaking she
photographed and drew, it showed what words could not.

Fingers reached for the door to the school, pulling it open she
pushed past a few people, a glare falling over her features as
she growled and then pushed past them and out into the
darkness of the night. Her arm's wrapped around her torso
for a second as she stopped, pulling her black devil's rejects
hoodie around her she felt the nails of her left hand dig into
her palm as she moved away. The people never stopped
coming. Her past experiences told her that she shouldn't take
the short cut home, but she just wanted to be somewhere with
light, and the short cut would shave almost forty minutes off
her walking time. Footsteps quickened, her black skinnies clung
her her legs and her plain purple v-neck long sleeve showed
out the bottom of her hoodie.

Stepping out she heard the crack of a twig behind her, pace
quickening she forced herself to stay calm. Vixen wasn't going
to run, she wasn't going to be the victim again, her mind
screamed be scared but her features told a different story. Her
eyes were narrowed the silver/blue in her pools could pierce as
she found her way once again. A few minutes past as she
found herself in the pool area, the moon glinted eerily off the
water as she gave it a second glance. Letting her eyes fall she
made sure that her fingers still clutched the paper pad, before
she realized how tightly her nails had been digging into her
palm. The pain ran up her arm when she finally chose to
acknowledge it, looking down she saw the red marks and the
small pools of blood. Narrowing her eye she shook her head
and her hand causing the blood to smear.

The sound found her auds again and this time out of pure
reaction she turned. Her eyes looked for whatever made that
noise and her feet continued they way they were moving.
Tripping slightly she changed her course and ran right into
something. A tree was her best guess, "fucking hell" She
cursed herself as she stepped away and then looked up. No
no it wasn't a tree, it was a guy and the look on his face said it
all. Her eyes were sharp as she realized that in all the
commotion her pad had fallen spilling papers covered in drawings
all over the ground. "fuck" She cursed again and dropped to
her knee's and grabbing for the papers before he saw.
Watching the wind pick up a few she shook her head admitting
to herself that this was not her night.

[marshal alex wolfe]

He stood facing the pool and his eyes were simply blank and they conveyed no emotion, they were not a window to his soul and they did not give anybody keys to what he may be thinking. Marshal scoffed at how people tried to assume that they knew what he was like, that they knew why he did the things he did. At those comments Marshal simply laughed, there was no reason why he did what he did. He enjoyed it, end of story. For a moment he wondered what he was doing out here and what he would do now that he actually was here, perhaps he could scower the dorm rooms and find somebody who was worth 'stalking' it was a habit of his, a hobby if you will. Either way Marshal needed an idea of what to do - even someone who cares for nothing needs something to do.

Suddenly he felt someone run into him and his eyes narrowed coldly and he spun around with a furious scowl playing upon his lips. With this look upon his face he seemed truely formidable. "Well, well ... if it isn't a .... human" There was a cold menace in his voice and as he spoke the last word he let a hint of disdain enter his voice. His eyes rolled over her body lazily and he did not intend to disguise the fact that he was indeed checking her out. Suddenly however the girl knelt on the ground and his eyes followed her, they narrowed in on the paper and he watched as the wind catched them and blew them around. Reflexes acted and his hand shot out, snatching a piece from the air. It was a drawing although he did not make heads or tails of it. "Quite the artist aren't you?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm and he turned away from her, still holding the drawing in his hand, he walked towards the pool.

With a short chuckle he turned back to her - for he had just decided that since she was here, he would have his fun with her. "So ..." He said, his eyes appraising her once more, she was human - the only appeal she had to him was her blood, which he could see quite clearly was smeared on her palm. His hand darted out and caught her own as she extended it to pick up her papers, he breathed in and closed his eyes momentarily as he inhaled the scent of her blood. "Humans shouldn't wander alone at night, they are simply too .... fragile." He hissed, still with her hand in his grasp.

[vixen ella washington]

The danger had registered in her mind, there was no doubt that
she had made a choice that many would never. But it was take
the chance that you wouldn’t see a single soul and take the
short way home, or walk the long way and chance meeting
someone that wasn’t out to just make friends. I guess it was
the bad mistakes that made her pace such a horrible thing, but
there was nothing wrong. James shouldn’t have been out to
hurt her she didn’t ask for any of it, and she certainly didn’t want
it. I guess bad things just happen to people that did nothing to
provoke them. Sometimes you just had to deal with the
consequences of your actions, and this was one of those times.

She was on her knee’s the papers spun around her fingers as
they clasped to pick them all up. His words touched her auds as
she squeezed her eyes shut just wishing that he would go
away. This was no time to be scared though, she wasn’t in the
mood to be hung up talking to some person, “yes and what’s
it to you” She said in a sarcastic tone as she continued to
search for the papers not bothering to look is way when she
spoke. Hearing his catch one of the papers and guessing that
the next comment would be something about the artistry that
was scrawled upon the white canvas, “I dabble” Her
answer was simple, there was no need for a furthered
conversation and Vixen was in no way inviting a extended
conversation with him. She was just getting her things and
heading home.

Lifting herself to her feet Vixen stepped away from the notepad
and reached for a few fallen drawings a few steps away. As she
returned she noticed that the fresh blood on her hand had
rubbed onto some of the white paper and the outside of her
pad. Sighing she looked down at her hand seeing the blood still
fresh as she carefully stuffed them into her notebook and slipped
the paper into her messenger bag before looking to the one that
he held in his hands. His features were menacing and for a
second she didn’t know what to think. He just looked quite
unhappy and for a second the fear was lost as she looked into
his eyes.

Reaching for one lone paper that she had forgotten his hand was
fast as it caught hers. It was the punctured one; her eyes flew
up to meet his as she tried to pull away. This was the last thing
that she wanted. Vixen strained against his grasp but she knew
what he was and she wasn’t going to win with strength that was
for sure. She saw him look her over and narrowed her eyes as
his words hissed between his lips, “there’s nothing fragile
about me!” She stated with a hard voice. The songlike
quality to her voice still shone through almost more so when she
was angry, her voice held an edge though but him being
stronger then her she doubted it would deter him.

[marshal alex wolfe]

Fear. It was a wonderful emotion and few could ever imagine what it would be like to feel that fear of people every day. The very essence of their being was lost in a single moment when they were confronted with something they didn't understand, and something that could far surpass their power. Something like ... marshal. People were always afraid of him, even if they couldn't comprehend why that was the case. To them he was a mystery, an unknown. He was plan Z amongest the other plans and as such he was something that was never given much thought, leaving everybody ... unsuspecting.

Her indigination was amusing and he chuckled at the defiance in her words. She was like a little girl, who had been insulted on the choice of her attire. She would need to work on her eactions if she wanted to be taken, seriously. This girls anger was marred by the fact that her voice had a slight song-like quality. Openly he scoffed at her and his grip tightened on her wrist, his thumb and fore finger pressed against her bone - enough to bruise and to show her how easy it would be to snap it off. "Believe that. But nobody else will." He hissed with a cold menace and gave her wrist a last squeeze before shoving it roughly back at her.

His arms folded over his chest and his eyes appraised her with a brooding look in them. Slowly Marshal started circling her, the whole time his eyes never left her head - and with the oppurtunity, never left her eyes. "Name?" He hissed, not demanding. Simply asking.

[vixen ella washington]

To Vixen fear was something that she dealt with everyday, it
was her past that made her that way but she wanted going to
let her future be marred by things that happen so long ago.
There was nothing wrong with remembering what happened
but there was with never moving on. That was something that
Vixen tried desperately to do though it was hard for her at times
she was living life as normally as possible and she didn't show
any emotion toward the world around her. There was no
reason, she refused to trust people with anything, and there
was just cause for such a decision.

She felt the pressure on her wrist, she kept her face even, her
eyes locked on his. Never looking away for breaking the stare
would be a weakness in itself. The pain was sharp but though it
was almost unbearable she didn't flinch, her mouth turning up in
a smirk as she watched him release her wrist back to her.
Letting it fall to her side she did answer his comment. He
thought what he wanted and though she was 'fragile' when it
came to the fact that he could snap any bone in her body easily
he was right. But she wasn't when it came to attitude and she
wasn't about to be pushed around by him.

She didn't move a muscle as she folded his arm's across his chest
and the moved past her and around her thin frame in a circle,
looking her over again. Was this come kind of game he was
playing because she was about done with it, there was no
reason for her to stand there anymore. "No" was her
simple answer, edgy slightly and almost hissing back at him she
let her feet step off toward the path that would take her home.
Walking to the right of the pool she wondered what he would
make of such a gesture, i guess she was just playing with him
now and she knew that the game wouldn't end there.

[marshal alex wolfe]

Her answer was very precise and as she turned to walk off on him he shook his head and chuckled to himself. The sound was emotionless, more a sound than anything to convey true emotion. "Then perhaps i shall name you." his tone had become conversational, however it held that deadness which always seemed to be evident in it, there was a nothingness within it. Marshal followed, his black boots made his footsteps echo around the pool. "Something ... light, i think. Perhaps .... Carlie." He said with a smile, not making any move to stop her but simply following her. She thought she was tough, playing her games, she thought she was unbeatable. What she didn't know was that Marshal was the king of playing games, and he never lost.

"Although Carlie, maybe i should start the courtesy's since you seem a little uneducated in that area." Although there was a slight mocking edge to his words he gave a little laugh for that was not the way they were intended to be conveyed. This girl was intriguing, she was rather beautiful but unfortunatly Marshal was not ruled by his manhood but rather by intuition and thoughts. Finally he quickened his pace and moved himself in front of her, either forcing her to stop or run straight into him. "My name is Marshal Wolfe." His hand was propped in front of him at this comment, his eyes never leaving her own, staring at her with skeptisism in his eyes. One of his brows were raised in speculation, would she take up the offer?

Marshal wondered vaguely if she had ever heard his name whispered among the other students. Some even suggested that he was a cannibal, that he preferred to eat the fleshof others rather than drink their blood. Such suspicions amused him and fueled him. He wondered however, how she would take such comments.

[vixen ella washington]

I guess she was just wanting to get home, it was the thought
that ruled her mind at that moment in time. There was nothing
more that she wanted then to be away from this darkness and in
the safety of her dorm. I guess there was a problem with that,
but it wouldn't soon be fixed seeing as Vixen wasn't one to face
such a fear, call her a coward but that was how she dealt with
it. By leaving it in the past and trying her hardest to separate
herself from anything that reminded her of it. By being here
Vixen was confronting something that she had never before tried
to overcome.

His words didn't faze her as he 'named' her himself, there
was no problem with it in her book. Seeing as she wasn't going
to release her name to him in the first place. Her footsteps were
even as she felt the concrete of the pool under her feet and
looked before her to the path that stretched out and wound
along the trees leading back to her dorm. It was true that in the
light the path looked inviting, but here in the dark it was
menacing. She heard him following her and only knew it to be a
matter of time before he cut her off.

As the thought finished she looked up into his dark eye before
her. Her feet stopped not a foot from him as she looked up at
him. The name in itself 'Carlie' it wasn't her at all, did she
really look like a Carlie, well she wasn't going to hand over her
name like that just because he introduced himself, "Try the
other side of the spectrum" Her voice was soft and almost
sensual. She was playing his little game and to say the least,
she was playing it well some would say. She had picked up a
few things over the years and it became more of a hobby for her
then anything. Changing from a bitch to a tease was no easily
done.

Stepping around him, her eyes lowered from his as she didn't
take his hand but her mind reeled with his name. She had heard
it and about everything there was to hear about him, from
people from teachers from everyone. She had taken in it all and
never reacted to a single word of it, i guess you could say that it
intrigued her. "Marshal Wolfe" Her pause was well placed
as she looked over her shoulder at him, "Lets just say you
aren't as scary in person" By now Vixen had rounded the
pool to the opposite side from him. She stepped to the edge and
let her hands fall to her sides as she looked across the pool to
him. The moon danced off the water casting a shimmering glow
on her pale skin her blue eyes lit up as she awaited his move.

[marshal alex wolfe]

Watching her walk away from him he smirked a little at her comments, not as scary in person? There were three options behind that comment; one, she didn't know who she was talking to. Two, she was a horrid liar or three, she was new. For nobody could honestly say that he was not frightening, that none of his so called 'deeds' had registered on their fear list. Marshal was the reason some people could not sleep at night, he was the reason some people still woke from their sleep in screaming terror. He was the reason for the deaths of many individual people. Marshal was the very essence of fear, some though of him as a sociopath and it was very plausible. Yet for her to walk away claiming she did not fear him? Why could she not look him in the eyes and tell him that? Because she was lying.

Standing at the opposite side of the pool seemed to give her a new confidence, now that he was not invading her personal space it seemed that he was less of a threat. What a joke, he could reach her in less than a second. "Have it your way then my dear." His dead voice seemed dismissive and he turned her attention away from her. Turning his back he slid his boots off and he slid his socks off, then he unbuttoned his black shirt and took that off also. Nobody could say that Marshal did not have a good body for there was no way he could be classified as 'slight'. Turning back to her hegave a crooked smile and dived into the pool. Without the need to breath he could lurk underwater for hours if he so desired it, unfortunatly tonight he did not desire it and merely surfaced again.

"Care to come for a swim Carlie? Promise i will not bite you." He said with a smirk, his black hair clung to the skin on hisneck and face and he ran a hand through his hair to get it from his eyes. Speculation was once again in his movements. This girl was starting to bore him, she did not live up to any expectations and she allowed herself to be named. Did she have any morales at all? "I don't like my meals wet."

[vixen ella washington]

She didn't so much as find a new confidence on the other side
of the pool from him, she knew the background of a vampire she
knew the speed, she knew the agility, the strength and it
intrigued her more then fear. I guess that wasn't a smart idea
seeing as this guy was the essence of fear in peoples life's. She
had heard them speak of him and his ways and what they
'thought' of him. She wanted to find out for herself, she
didn't take what people said to heart she preferred to 'dive
in' as it were and search out her own conclusions.

Her eyes watched him intently, lit up by the glimmer of the moon
as he slowly undressed, Vixen was not bored and he seemed to
be finding things to do to keep him occupied. There was nothing
wrong with that, she didn't have a problem if he didn't find her
interesting, each to their own. The crooked smile almost made
her smile, but she altered it slightly turning it into an amused
smirk as he dove into the pool, causing a pool of ripples upon
entry. She didn't know what to say, and nothing registered in
her mind as she lifted the messenger bag from her shoulder and
let it fall softly to the concrete of the pool deck. Stripping off her
hoodie she discarded it on the messenger bag and removed her
jeans shoes socks and shirt till she stood there in only her black
half bra and black boy cut underwear.

"Don't mind if i do" She said, her form was thin perfect for
a swim suit though she failed to show it off. She didn't like the
beach or the shear number of people that resided there on any
given day, this was much nicer and it took her mind off the fact
that it was night. Surfacing a foot or so from him she glided past
him, "and it's Vixen, Carlie doesn't really suit me" Her
voice was soft and song like again, slightly teasing, much
different from her earlier tone.

"I'd like to see you keep that promise" She said in a
daring tone. The last thing that she was afraid of was being
bitten. Right now for some reason doing something that she had
never before stepped out of her 'zone' to do just felt right.
Well it felt different and that was a good different. Swimming a
close circle around him the skin of her leg grazed his back as she
swam toward the deepest part of the pool, her chocolate brown
hair plastered to the sides of her face and cascading over her
shoulders as she looked back to him.

[marshal alex wolfe]

Vixen fact number one; she was not shy.

That was obvious to him by the way she simply undressed, she did not turn her back to him although it was obvious he was watching and she did not act all modest about it and giggle like a child. Her confidence was evident and silently he wondered what had caused the change of heart, not only had she given him her name but she had stripped off to her black ra and underwear. Marshal was not complaining, for he may be many things; an ass, a vampire, a sadist. But above all of that other nonsense? He was still a man. When she emerged from the water he still had the undulged smirk upon his lips, she was very close to him now. A small laugh uttered from his lips although there was still little emotion within it.

When her leg lightly grazed his back he could only raise a single eyebrow - of course she could not see it as his back was to her - but it was more her words that irked him. If she knew anything at all about him, it would be that he never broke a promise, even if it was something pathetic like a gift or chocolate. Never did he break any promises. Slowly he turned in the water to find her floating in the deeper part of the pool, her eyes were right upon his and he smiled again in his crooked - and slightly menacing - smile. Suddenly he dived under the water, because it was dark there was no way she could see him underneath the water, the element of suprise was all his. For a minute or so he lurked underneath the water, not doing anything but waiting. Slowly and quietly he began to swim towards her and immerged from the water behind her back. Silently, like a ghost.

His lips moved so that they were abover the skin on her neck and yet he did not press them against her skin. A light breath of air was released from his mouth onto her neck. "Vixen, i always keep my promises." His words were quiet, with amixture of sarcasm, honesty and another emotion which could not be defined mixed into it. He still stood in the same position, waiting for the reaction he suspected would be coming. The whirl, the rejection. It was all part of the game.

[vixen ella washington]

Vixen did not have a problem with the way her body looked, she
was not scared of who saw it. What they made of it was
entirely up to them, she had no say in the way that peoples felt
and the way they felt toward her. She did what she wished and
what people thought of her after was their problem not hers.
Well unless they chose to make it her problem, something that
they rarely did seeing that Vixen was not the most inviting of
guests. Still she found herself wondering what Marshal thought,
she had changed, walking away from him and suddenly
swimming almost naked with him in a dark pool at night. That
didn't sound much like the Vixen that many people knew, but
who really knew all the sides to this girl, no one, though one
person was experiencing the many facets of Vixen Washington.

Her arm's reached out, her legs propelled her forward as she
swam away from him, the hairs on her leg stood up as she
brushed his back. This wasn't a game of tease in any sense of
the word, this was two strangers attempting to figure each other
out while not letting out much about themselves. I guess you
could say that both were succeeding and loosing at the same
time. But one thing remained the same, that was the interest in
the conversation between the two. The way they interacted was
nothing that could have been planned and only time would tell
how the conversation and night would end.

His smile was a mix of a menacing demon and a cynical person, it
was confusing and yet she couldn't look away. That would never
stop her though, dropping her eyes from his she found it hard to
tear them away but found herself able to finally. When she let
her eyes flutter back she found him no longer in the spot her eye
had left him, as a matter a fact he wasn't in the pool. Glancing
around carefully she realized that he must be under the water,
and as she looked down Vixen realized that she couldn't even
see her own legs under the water. That was when her fear of
the dark started to catch up to her, squeezing her eyes shut she
forced herself to keep her breathing and heartbeat steady. She
didn't want to lead him on that she was scared, breathing slowly
she opened her eyes and then his voice was there but inches
from her, his cold breath on her neck made her hairs stand on
end.

"Somehow i find that hard to believe" Her voice was edgy
and yet soft all at the same time. Her head turned as she looked
over at him, his face so close to hers and yet she made to move
to close the distance. Simply looking up into his eyes she spun
her body around and then floated back away from him looking
away from him to the other side, "Marshal a man that strikes
fear into the heart of many keeps his promises, somehow i find
that hard to believe" The quizzical feature ran true in her
tones as she glanced back at him and then moved her arm's
gliding her pale body through the water with little sound. Vixen
wasn't about to play easy or forget the way she had acted to his
words before, he was going to get to her unless he surrendered
first.

[marshal alex wolfe]

The water was not cool upon his skin as it would be on anybody else for his own skin was ten times colder than the water was. It was almost like ice, his skin and though it sparkled like diamonds in the sun, one could never exactly call him beautiful. He was far to cruel to ever be considered beautiful. Handsome, charismatic, yes. But never beautiful. Fleetingly he chuckled to himself, it didn't matter to him what others thought of him for that was none of his concern. He had yet to find someone who's opinion actually mattered to him. Caspar and his father did not count, they were family ... he had no choice but to listen to them, even if they did not exchange the favour. The rest of Forevermore could go to hell if they thought that their petty rumors and little lies were going to mean shit to him, he was bred of harder stuff and self pity was not part of his personality.

When he emerged from the water he could smell the adrenaline seeping through her veins and he could hear her heartrate accelerate. Briefly he let a mocking smile play upon his lips - although the motion was lost because of where he stood - was she afraid? Of what? Of course he was intimidating but he had not yet done anything to quetion the length of her life yet. It must be something else, something about this situation that made her afraid. That was intriguing, he would question her about it later. Fortunatly, Marshal had something of a gift that made him able to tell if people were lying or not, perhaps it was just something in their voice or their eyes. But he could always tell, even when they did not realise that they were lying.

As she spoke, she inclined her head slightly in his direction and yet still he didi not move away from her. Marshal did not regard personal space as something important and thus he was often invading that of other people. As she continued speaking and floated away from him he gave a snortof mocking laughter and raised a single eyebrow. "You don't think do you?" There was a slight patronizing tone in his voice as he moved a small bit closer to her in the water. "What if that promise was death? I keep my promises, there would be reason to fear that." He hissed coldly, although there was a sardonic amusement tha laced within his tones as he watched her. His look was still brooding although the crooked smirk was still perched upon his lips.

"Now that we have sorted that out, what else do you have in mind?" His words had taken on a bored fashion and he relaxed slightly, his eyes never leaving her. "I'm bored." Blunt, as always. Marshal was well known for being ovrly blunt.

[vixen ella washington]

Vixen kept her heart at a slow
pace, well at least she tried to, there was nothing wrong with
getting scared but right now it wasn’t him that was scaring her, it
was herself. I guess there was something things that she
thought that she could get over, things that she thought she
could forget about. Vixen was wrong, being out here in the dark
not being able to see where he went cause her blood pace to
quicken. Her heart was pounding and Vixen feared that it would
pop out of her chest. The last thing she needed was someone
like him trying to pry into what made her scared, sure he wasn’t
the friendliest person but scared did quite cut it. Yes she did fear
him and what he could do to her but I guess sometimes her
attitude got in the way. She didn’t like to be scared it was one of
the reasons that she had the attitude not that she would ever
admit it to someone like him, or anyone for that matter.

Her hands pulled her sleek form through the water, her legs
didn’t move but she kept them close to the surface. With it being
so dark down there she didn’t want to let her legs dangle, I
guess it was just a fear she had. Vixen had a few but she had
never chose to think about them voluntarily, amazingly she was
scared of vampires but his attitude made her a little more at
ease. It gave her something to concentrate on, so she was less
fazed by the fact that he could kill her without much effort, “That
wasn’t the promise though was it?” She asked in a light airy
voice, her head turned as she spun around to watch him.
Treading water she was about 10 feet from him now getting
closer to the shallow end of the pool, she could faintly see the
bottom and it was making her feel a bit more at ease.

That smile was still there, though it was along with his sadistic
words, but none the less it was still there. Perched upon his lips,
she countered with an equally lop sided smirk her eyes never
leaving his dark pools. It was like a staring contest but not, she
never won those things anyways she just couldn’t make herself
look away. A place to go, well her mind drew a blank but only for
a few seconds she didn’t know what he was in to. Ok well she
did she just didn’t know what to offer, he would probably scoff in
her face for offering, “Well I don’t really know, what about a bite
to eat” Her giggle was intoxicating as she looked over at him.
Well that was the first time that she had laughed in a while.
Vixen knew she would get a comment from him for offering
something like that, but she was prepared for the consequences. She was jsut teasing him anyways, she had a sense of humor but did he?

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[marshal alex wolfe]

Her fear was intoxicating and he could not help but let a small chuckle of laughter escape from between his lips, the sound was low and almost inaudible however the darkness was quiet and the sound carried far in this atmosphere. To be honest, he was not sure what it was about fear that always seemed to excite him, perhaps it was simply the adrenaline that fuled his need to feed, but he was not interested in killing Vixen. The world was far more interesting with her still in it. What Vixen perhaps did not know was that it was hard to hide emotion from a vampire because their senses were heightened and they could hear your heart beat. The louder and faster it beated, the easier it was to hear. The fact that they could smell changes in your blood was also an easy way to detect emotions or even sickness.

Her question - or comment, rather - made him smirk a little. In truth that was the promise for Marshal was not a vampire who bit others to turn them into vampires. He bites others for two reasons only, to feed and to kill. Thus if he bit Vixen then yes, he would be promising her her death but he had promised not to, and so? He would keep his promise. Of course most people who didn't know him were not aware of this trait and often doubted any promise he made, but as he did not speak to many people then he did not get a chance to promise much. His eyes narrowed and as she moved away from him he continued to tread water in the deep end, she moved further and further away from the deeper, darker water. That must have been what it was, the fact that she could not see below the surface of the water. Now, that was intriguing.

A bite to eat? At this comment he let a single eyebrow raise and a snort of malevolent amusement escaped him. "It sounds like you want me to break my promise." He uttered with amusement, a smirk playing upon his lips.