The little pixie gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her full lips parted into a satisfied grin. She was astoundingly beautiful there was no doubt about that, but there was something about the way the light caught the shimmer in her chocolate brown eyes today. She scrunched her hair in her hands, as she continued to pose for her most trusted admirer.
"Oh, Lysander!" She cooed,"I have something for you!" Now that they had successfully disposed of the previous owners of the French flat, it was time to get down to business.
"My lady." The blonde man appeared at her side, without as much as a sound. Opal jumped at the sudden teleportation. Though it came in handy, it still caught her by surprise every time.
"You must be hungry." Her gaze now moved to the perfect gloss in her hair.
"You haven't the faintest idea..." Lysander pursed his lips in a thin line.
A hearty laugh echoed from Opal's mouth; tormenting her slave was too much fun. She gently tapped a small stack of pictures that rested against the mirror.
Lysander grabbed them immediately, and began to study the features of the girls in each candid photo. They were all beautiful in their own right. Each of them seemed to be rather well off as well, but it was their youth that was the most important to him. The new batch of girls were all more vibrant than the previous ones she had given him, but something seemed amiss. He scanned them once more, and scowled. Though they all seemed lovely, their numbers had considerably dwindled. Quality did not always match quantity.
"This will not be enough to sustain me, Mistress." He dropped them onto the ground, and waited for Opal's response.
"Details!" She threw her head back in a drawn out groan. "Did I complain when you went after those mud girls at random? I didn't then, and I won't now."
"I see." That's what he had hoped she would say. The reassurance that he could play gave him a euphoria that was quite pacifying. He picked up the pictures, and gave them another close look. "Now, which one shall we start with?"
"Ah!" Opal bounced right back up. "Darling, you can choose, they'll all be dead anyways."
"Hmm, how about this one, she is rather beautiful." He raised an eyebrow, and flicked the picture to the pixie nonchalantly. Opal snatched it in mid air. The wide eyes from the picture stared up at her. It was an outdated picture to say the least.
"I wouldn't say beautiful." Opal muttered, "But an excellent choice none the less."
"What is her name?"
"Hmm," Opal flipped the picture to the back. All of the rich girls seemed identical after a while. "Minerva Paradizo." Opal's eyes then lit up. She had heard that name spoken when she, disguised as a child, went shoplifting.
"Lysander," She cooed once more in her soprano voice.
"Yes?" He rolled his eyes.
"Do we have plans for Friday night?"
The Djinni huffed. How he detested his master's constant games. If he had not been in her power she would have been his first victim.
"No, I do not believe we do." He prepared himself for her childish clapping which happened right on cue.
"Oh good! Well, we do now. I hear the Paradizo's are holding a masquerade."
"Would it not be easier for me to steal her now?" He tried to sound calm, but there was no reasoning with this pixie.
"Oh do shut up, you bother me so much!" Opal pouted, "I want to go! Besides, think of all the youthful girls that will be there. You will be sustained in this world for months!"
Lysander could not argue with this logic. There would be many life forces all there for his taking. Of course, in the back of his mind, he wished that his time with the little pixie would not last months.
