The taste of the kiss lingered across her mouth as she stood there in her simmering irritation. Should've expected something like that from that little shrimp of a vampire. Her words were followed by an annoying sigh, putting her hands on her hips. And she realized.
Shit! She didn't tell me what the room number is…she growled, turned around and took a breath. She wasn't standing in a hallway. she looked out upon a large spacious room, surrounded in rain speckled glass, obscuring the turbulent night sky and spectacular city lights. She was standing in the apartment. And a waif like young boy wearing a butler uniform was in front of her. Whhhaaattt? The hell? She is a pervert!
He had short black hair slicked back, his posture near perfect. He looked at her with his head raise. And politely brought his hand to his mouth and coughed. Mistress told me to give you the tour and then I'll be off. He nodded.
How old are you? Kid…she rubbed her chin, looked him over. Twelve, thirteen. If she's done something to you…I will be sure and kick her ass…revenge for the kiss hinted in her words and expression.
Two hundred and thirty six…he said without hesitation.
ID…quickly holding her hand out. Gimme now…
His shoulders sagged, he groaned, why does this always happen? Kuroko quickly curled her fingers again and again. Come one…all vampires carry one.
Fine….with a proper sigh, he reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and took out his license. Madame…he said holding it out.
Madame…really? She took his Identification and read it over...Crap, really…you don't look a day over……he cleared his throat, and how old are you Madame?
Kuroko covered her mouth, coughed, her face turned red. Sorry…just assume I'd get a reason to kick your mistresses' ass…handing the id back.
He took a deep breath, you don't need a reason to kick my mistresses' ass…you just do it…he nodded. now for the tour.
The tour was quick. He seemed to be in a hurry. As he walked around the large open area and pointed out the five bedrooms. Emphasizing the main bedroom would be the one she would be sleeping in. the apartment was well furnished with freshly polished shining modern appliances. Large full size windows enveloped the entire outside area of the apartment that took up the entire floor. A large and imposing stone fireplace broke up the nothingness of the wall of windows. The mouth of the fireplace was big enough for a someone to step inside with a little room left above their head. Inside a fire burned, crackled, and popped. A log collapsed and specks of burning embers climbed up the chimney and bounced across the stone hearth. She walked over to the fireplace looked down into the mesmerizing flames. The warmth felt welcoming and gently touched her face. She really likes to set the mood. Doesn't she.
Indeed. He answered. My mistress really doesn't like the manufactured heat. Prefers the old school…she says its both soothing and dangerous. No risk involved can't get burned by central heating. But if you prefer…controls are over there by the kitchen….
No…she said softy, watching embers slowly fading on the hearth, this is fine.
Anything else…he asked…
No…she shook her head. Then I will be going. His voice seems to fade. Also, my mistress told me to tell you…to please wait until the pager goes off. Everything and everyone is excitable right now…and…she could hear the smile in his words, she doesnt want you to owe her anything if you kill what is hers…but she did say she wouldn't mind if you do…because you owe her…
She peered over at him from the corner of her eye, a straight line smile, a sudden popping of the fire. Its warm glow flickered across her face. I will stake that bitch.
The young boy in the butler suit grinned, bowed, I will be going then.
Have fun. She said, returning her gaze to the embers and fire. She knew he was looking forward to joining the hunt.