Parasite
Aidiel lounged elegantly in her seat, book in one hand. An extraordinarily slender hand, with long—and pointed—fingernails, painted black held the book delicately. The black matched the sleeveless dress she was wearing, and the jet-black earrings, necklace and ring. With dark, flowing hair and amethyst eyes, she was utterly beautiful. And very, very entrancing.
A soft knock was heard on the door. Smiling slightly—she was wearing blood red lipstick—she called, "Come in my dear." Even her voice was alluring, drawing anyone foolish enough to listen to for long periods of time, in. She set the book down.
The door opened and another dark-haired woman entered, bearing a silver tray with two crystal wineglasses. The glasses were filled with a thick red liquid and were very large. The woman carefully set the tray down, and sat in a black seat at Aidiel's right hand. "I assumed that since your husband is recently dead and you look as if you have not aged at all you would want to dine in your room."
Aidiel smiled at the pale-skinned woman. "Yes, I would. Thank you Ina."
Ina brightened at the praise while Aidiel took a glass. "To life," she said, her voice taking on a humorous edge, with a darker bite to it. Ina lifted her own glass.
"To life," she repeated, and they both drank from their glasses.
Aidiel lowered her glass, her eyes closed in what could only be described as absolute bliss. "Delicious. It has been too long since I fed on such fine fare."
Ina smiled at her mistress, agreeing with her wordlessly. However, this smile revealed more than simple agreement. It also showed…
Aidiel smiled back, the smile of a predator, revealing her own fangs. "I do hope that soon I can run off to another part of the world. This corner has gotten awfully dreary. England, perhaps, or maybe Scotland. Not much sunlight there though. I do so adore the sight of gardens in full sunlight."
Ina frowned. "I don't know. I kind of like it here."
"Then you may have it," Aidiel declared loudly. "I have already set things up so that if I die," Ina chuckled, "that you can have this mansion, the company, everything. I think I will do so now. I will take some of the profits, of course, but other than that, I think I shall leave everything in your capable hands."
"Thank you very much," Ina breathed, but Aidiel waved it off, drinking from her glass of—obviously—blood.
"It's not a problem, dear, I have a stash stored away in practically every country anyway. Now, I wonder what-"
Aidiel never finished her sentence, as an annoying ring interrupted her. She however, simply raised an eyebrow and flipped open her—black—cell phone.
"Hello?"
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For all those who are not used to it, the sound of a pureblood vampire's voice, even over a phone, can be devastating. Normal humans unlucky enough to hear are thrown into a sort of trance, in which they are quite unable to move, unless the vampire orders them to. It was one of their greatest assets in hunting. In fact, everything about a vampire is purposely designed to draw in and trap prey, from their looks to their voice to the way they walk. Vampires are, in a sense, the perfect predators.Unfortunately, the Reiki Tantei were not used to the angelic sound of a vampire's voice, and Koenma had forgotten to warn them in his anxiety. So now they stood, completely entranced. Koenma sighed and spoke into the speaker.
"Could you try to control yourself?"
