So, here's another chapter to get more of a feel of this story. Thank you to those who kindly reviewed already and added it to your lists! Some things might be M later, but since Fanfic is cracking down, I may have to be careful! Also, looking for a beta reader if you want to volunteer!
Disclaimer: I own my OC and nothing else.
"You did not tell them I see. Look at all your shocked faces." She said with a hint of dark amusement in her eye. Everyone had been stunned into silence. Here stood before them, was a wicked creature of the night, and she looked every bit of ordinary as the next person.
"Blade's not looking for you anymore?" Natasha questioned.
The female grinned, "No he gave up. We are, shall we say...friends?"
"Good, than you can help us." Tony interjected after he overcame his shock.
"With Skrulls? I fail to see how I can help." Disgust was etched on her paper white face, and it looked too familiar to Loki. He presented that same expression everyday on Asgard.
"Skrulls are shape shifting aliens. They can take the form of humans, and no one would be able to tell the difference. Everything, right down to personality is cloaked to look like the exact detail as if you were talking to the same person you always knew." Clint explained. Right now, the Skrulls sounded much better than the Chitauri, and Loki wished he had used them as is army.
"How can you trust anyone, if you don't know they are who they say they are?" She quipped with a raised brow.
"That's exactly the problem. You would be a great help with your abilities to control the mind."
Arabella was staring hard at Natasha, "Is this the part where you make me an offer?"
"More or less." Clint smirked, "You truly do know how SHIELD operates huh?"
"Oh course. I think the term is extortion." Her voice said flatly. Loki loved her deep voice; it wasn't whiny or soft like the so many women of Asgard. It went well with everything that she was; he wasn't sure what she was actually, but he would make damn sure on finding out.
"SHIELD science teams are back into research of your kind. We think we are close to having a cure for your skin condition." Natasha put lightly.
Skin condition? Loki's interests were more peeked and he silently listened from his handcuffed place in the corner. The female scoffed in disbelief, "I should have known. You're here to offer me a chance at the sun now?"
"It is as close as you'll ever get Arabella. What's there to lose?" Clint deducted.
Her lips pursed and it looked to be that she was biting the flesh of her cheek. Every time her mouth opened to speak, he could spy the sharp tips that were hidden. They were retractable like the claws of a feline, and she looked to be as deadly, "I will think on it." Was her short reply. Loki felt slightly dejected. He hoped she would come along, at least long enough for him to study her.
The rain was coming down outside in waves and burst against the shutters of the windows like a war. It had followed them out to the little cottage, and their flying contraption would be useless in the poor weather, "Might we crash here for awhile?" Steve wondered, "The rain makes it hard to fly." A crack of thunder followed his speech and the small flash of light through the holes in the tightly covered windows was visible.
"Fine, but don't dig through my stuff." She dismissed. Her pointed heels clipped sharp on the hard floors as she pulled out a chair at her own table. The Avenger's moved passed her to explore her home (or to speak about her) while she sat, skimming through the file.
Thor turned to Loki, "Stay here."
Loki sent him a look as if to say "where would I go?" Thor's massive frame brushed passed the female, whom did not share a passing glance to him. Loki watched her with curiosity and scrutiny. There was hardly anything to scrutinize for she sat like a statue, and her marble white skin completed the look. Her face was placid while she trolled through the papers. Her brown hair fell around her face while her damned eyes followed the words of the page. He was transfixed by her and she was doing the simplest of things; reading. Something he too, liked to divulge in.
That wasn't what was bothering him though. He was irked by her indifference at the moment, for he wanted to see her pearly fangs again to the point of begging. Her brows furrowed and a growl rumbled from her throat; it was such an alluring sound. She slapped the folder down on the table abruptly and sent him a sharp look, "You want to ask, but you don't know how. I'll give you a chance so long as you stop staring!"
Had he been anything less than a God, he would have felt shy like a schoolboy for being caught. Her presence was making him swoon, and it set off negative feelings in his gut. "You are the most vexing creature I have come across in this realm. I cannot help but be perplexed." The roof of his mouth felt dry, and burned his insides as he tired to sound clever. Of all the times for his tongue to fail him, he regretted it the most at this moment.
She snorted while kicking a chair out with her heel for him to sit. He took the opportunity though cursed the stupid manacles again, for he had to keep his hands folded in his lab like a Mary, "Creature? I'm a corpse. Everything you see here is false advertising."
He quirked an eyebrow at her hard tone. "You are ashamed of what you are?"
Her lips curved up into a closed smiled, "No, I love what I am, just not some of the side effects."
He picked up on her bitter tone. "Ah yes, your skin condition."
Her eyes looked on him with hate, "I am not about to share anything of the sort with you, so you can stop hinting." She stated flatly.
He believed that by the way her face showed malice. Still, he felt annoyed as she was so quick to dismiss him. Perhaps he was being over enamored with the female across from him, but he was struck vexed by her very presence. Not exactly the opportune time to have curious infatuation, he scolded himself. "I hardly think you know anything about me either."
"Oh but I do." She countered, "I watched you as you branded yourself a King. You were doing well until you failed." She said condescendingly.
"You watched and did nothing to save your own realm?" Not that he was in the right to judge. This was a man whom attempted to destroy his own home world because of the nasty truth of his parentage.
"I care little of the politics of humans. I am apathetic to all, but my own kind."
"And what is your kind?" He prodded.
"I am vampire; you haven't the slightest idea what that means."
Had he given more of an effort to read up on Midgard folklore, he might of. In the short moments he had studied her, he could conclude minor details. She had teeth used for something primal; defense perhaps. She detested silver and sunlight, and she callously referred to herself as a corpse, "Perhaps you'd like to show me; give me a demonstration as to what you can really do."
She raised a perfectly plucked brow, "What is this compromise; I'll show you mine, if you show me yours?"
"Something like that." He held up his cuffed hands, and put on a façade of looking feeble, "I could show you more, if I wasn't imprisoned in my own cage."
"Being handcuffed is hardly a cage."
Her lean leg brushed against his under the table, and he felt her cold skin through the thin material separating their flesh. It was like the feeling of an icicle piercing him with the poison of frostbite and death. She certainly was a corpse; no living creature felt so cold and clammy, and void of life. There was something else though; a certain quality that differentiated her from the dead six feet under. She was such an independent female, and with powers that not many soldiers on Asgard even possessed.
"To me it is like a cage; I feel...mortal. What is a magician without his magic?"
"All lead and no silver; hardly fit for a king." She responded. My thoughts exactly love, he thought in union.
The wicked light in her eyes nearly had him panting worse than a dog on a hot summer day. She stood from her seat; tall because of her shoes, yet she was still below his height. Such a tiny female; how did all the power fit in that frame? "Let me see your hands." She commanded. He scowled at her tone, but obliged just because of her ocean deep voice. She hooked her fingers around the bands on his wrists; her nails, he noted, were scarlet red. The metal snapped as she pulled back on it, and he was astonished as he looked at both of his hands, free in the air. "Super strength?" He teased.
"It's a bit more complicated than that."
He stood from his chair, putting both hands on her shoulders. "Show me, I'm dying to watch." He commanded in a whisper into her ear. Her back hit the refrigerator of her boxed in kitchen. She smelt like forest fire, and the earth; pulling his senses into a wild tango that was all her and nothing else. His hands glided over the leather of her tight jacket; she was in all black like a shadow and it gave the impression that she was hiding in the dark.
A growl from her petite face had him stagger back in confusion. Her look was murderous and she was suddenly gone from his arms in an instant. Two hands pushed on his back and he was face into the metal door of the ice box while her lips were by the shell of her ear. Apparently she was also super fast, "Never talk to me that way. I hate when men try to control me because I am a woman. The last man to try that, ended up in my freezer for dessert; I fed off him slowly as he was still alive. He watched as I took from him, the very essence of life. As you can see, I am not a very tolerant person"
Loki tried to squirm from her iron lock as she had her tirade and it felt humiliating to his pride to be trapped in by her, a thing from Midgard, and a female no less. She was something of a predator, yet he wasn't turned off by the fact; quite the opposite for his body was responding to her in thrilled excitement at feeling her strength; he had always cherished a strong female, "Am I to assume that your beautiful fangs are used for more than just show."
"You think...my fangs are beautiful?" She said flabbergasted, and Loki smiled at catching her off guard. Apparently she was on the short end of receiving compliments.
"They are different than anything I have ever witnessed. Perfection, in the form of destruction; It is never the first place people look for beauty and that is their curse."
He felt her grip slacken and he pulled off of the appliance at his own accord, "I do not understand you." Her eyes were narrowed in distrust; so she assumed he was playing an angle, which he undeniably was.
"Don't fret darling, very few do." He smiled fully at her, and she backed away with a frown.
"Who took your cuffs off?" Thor asked as he returned. Too soon was his privacy with Arabella over, and he watched with disappointment as she left the room. Playtime was over...for now.
"You have the worst timing." He deadpanned.
Thor looked to where the vampire had stood and back to Loki. Loki had to smirk at the sight. Thor's brain was working so hard, one could practically see smoke rising from his head while the cogs turned. He never made the connection, because he dropped the subject, "Have you made a decision brother; will you help?"
"Only if you stop calling me brother." Loki argued back.
Thor looked rejected and hurt like a puppy left out in the rain. Loki was neither moved nor saddened by his expression. He had long since washed away any regret he felt for having turned against Odin's family. So he was alone, he could at least deal with that. Then again, there was the spry female he was ever curious about. She was agile and brisk like spring air, yet with a pungent, dark undertone that mirrored his mischief perfectly. It would be of great benefit to him to have such an enigma as his companion, but he knew the female was going to be elusive. He would just have to lure the lurid female to him, and make her see what it was like on the other side of mischief.
I actually like writing in Loki's POV instead; better chance of not creating a Mary-Sue and there are endless topics to explore from his mind. Updates may still be slow for this, but I think I will continue!