There was no lighter.
Idiotic fools had forgotten the most important thing. Behind glass frames, ice blue eyes narrowed, perfect even teeth champed down on the cigarillo. The scent of refined tobacco filled her senses.
But there was another scent. Sharper. More acrid. Old blood.
The shadows lengthened, the glass of red wine served as an accompaniment to her last meal, lifted in the air. His face loomed in the darkness, amber tinted lenses crooked over a fine aristocratic nose. "Master...Integra," he bared his fangs in an obscene grin.
The glass shattered.
Red stained the white glove, falling in droplets from between his clenched fingers. "It's your choice." his voice was low, seductive. Inviting. Her bowed head rose, her gaze lingering on the ruby red drops so like the color of his eyes.
She felt her lips slide into a cool, sardonic smile.
This wasn't a surrender.
"I'm waiting...servant," her free hand lifted, sliding open the shirt collar. He watched with dark, hungry eyes.
Not when the battle was already decided.
He dropped to his knees before her in reverent respect. She leaned forward, embracing him in lovers' closeness. The pain was fleeting; the result was forever.
Long ago.
~Finis~
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AN: My version of the end of the anime. But it could've, you know...
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