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"I myself have a bone to pick with Faustus." The voice was an unfamiliar male.
Akemi's eyes narrowed to cold slits, as she held the trigger of her gun loosely, she spoke: "Name."
The shadow disappeared, then fell from somewhere above right in front of them. He was strikingly handsome, most would argue he was better looking than Scar. His eyes were a light blue, his hair was scruffy and blacked than ten thousand midnights. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, topping it off with black Converse. "Van Helsing."
"Well, Van Helsing, I will have you know that I was about to have my kill, and my satisfaction for the night." She walked closer, a knife against his throat. "Now I'm forced to interrogate you, definetely not something I planned or want to do tonight." Her voice was cold, venom dripping from her every word.
He stepped back. "I'm sorry, m'dear."
Akemi's eyes narrowed, cussing under her breath. "I don't want to have to kill you right on the spot." Her voice was full of disapproval. "But if you don't cooperate I will." She snarled, her eyes demonic and unnatural. "I suggest you shut up. Now."
Van Helsing was silent.
"How much did you hear?"
"Not much. I heard 'die, spawn of satan' and further."
Akemi breathed a little easier. Good.
"Also, m'dear, I apologize for the intrusion on your kill..."
"Give me your wrist."
He looked confused, but bared his wrist.
She pulled a switchblade. In one graceful, delicate, and fluid movement she cut a line across it. He flinched as the line beaded with blood. "What was that for?"
Akemi had already begun to walk away, but she looked over her shoulder. "It means that I'm watching you, that you're under my interrogation."
Akemi's eyes narrowed to cold slits, as she held the trigger of her gun loosely, she spoke: "Name."
The shadow disappeared, then fell from somewhere above right in front of them. He was strikingly handsome, most would argue he was better looking than Scar. His eyes were a light blue, his hair was scruffy and blacked than ten thousand midnights. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, topping it off with black Converse. "Van Helsing."
"Well, Van Helsing, I will have you know that I was about to have my kill, and my satisfaction for the night." She walked closer, a knife against his throat. "Now I'm forced to interrogate you, definetely not something I planned or want to do tonight." Her voice was cold, venom dripping from her every word.
He stepped back. "I'm sorry, m'dear."
Akemi's eyes narrowed, cussing under her breath. "I don't want to have to kill you right on the spot." Her voice was full of disapproval. "But if you don't cooperate I will." She snarled, her eyes demonic and unnatural. "I suggest you shut up. Now."
Van Helsing was silent.
"How much did you hear?"
"Not much. I heard 'die, spawn of satan' and further."
Akemi breathed a little easier. Good.
"Also, m'dear, I apologize for the intrusion on your kill..."
"Give me your wrist."
He looked confused, but bared his wrist.
She pulled a switchblade. In one graceful, delicate, and fluid movement she cut a line across it. He flinched as the line beaded with blood. "What was that for?"
Akemi had already begun to walk away, but she looked over her shoulder. "It means that I'm watching you, that you're under my interrogation."
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