Sensuous Sycophant
She was perfect—or so she led others to believe.
Damon Salvatore was different, of course: he was pretty damned sure he was perfect.
(Not that he was as egotistical as she was over it.)
He touched her—stroked her hair—without recoiling at her heated eyes and the dark promises dovetailed in cruel amber concerning his actions.
"Why," Azula said. "isn't it true that your kind are particularly vulnerable to fire?" The firebender's eyes glittered with amusement.
Short-lived, as the vampire reciprocated her amusement with a certain glint while rubbing a palm against the woman's slender neck—feeling of a slowly throbbing artery with a stroke of his thumb. "Ahh, but isn't it true that I could just as easily snap your delectable little throat before you had a chance to test out that theory, hmmm?"
Azula's eyes flared in emotion that her face never dared to crack. "Would you care to try? I'm sure one of us can see the victor when you're smoldering on the floor."
"Oh, yes. And you get to clean up my ashes." Suddenly, both of Damon's hands were at her neck, knuckles caressing down to the hollow; Azula's skin grew hotter.
Then, Damon's heavy breath was against her neck, eyes shadowed with wanting, a hand clutching her wrist. The vampire growled, "Ooh, I bet you love it like that, huh?"
All restraint resolved when his hands clasped her chin and his mouthed met hers in one violent motion. Fangs entered her mouth, punctured deep into the flesh of her bottom lip until blood bubbled to the surface; Damon licked at the wound as if he were famished.
Azula's teeth grazed against his tongue, her arms limp, flames stewing underneath her fingertips—ready and hungry. Damon tore away first.
His voice chimed in, low and steady. "About that . . . ." Lips brushed above one of her eyebrows before his presence left her side.
The space around her felt abruptly empty; Azula glanced toward the balcony strewn with intricate patterns engrained in red fabric.
He winked at her with an infuriating smirk.
"Gotta catch me first, princess dear," Damon replied with a flippant smile, widened eyes, and hands thrown up in mock surrender.
Then, just as his handsome visage mocked her, just as he winked, just as he waved with four fingers—Damon disappeared.
With narrowed eyes, the firebender traced the bite wounds located on the inside of her bottom lip; Azula quite liked a challenge, after all.