Chapter 9
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Comments: OOOOOOOOHHH!! I am so sorry for abandoning my adoring fans. I will make an extea big long chapter, just for you!
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Shadow Fox 20: Thank you so much. I will continue, I geuss.
Moonlit Demon: Sorry, I just meant that she kissed him and she wasn't too sure what his reaction would be. I'll try and make it more understandable later on. Go Jager, Go Jager! I strive to serve!
Shadow Blaze: Ah, my friend, it is all part of the master plan! I am getting worse at the punctuation and stuff, hopefully I'll get better with age.
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Jager glides from tree to tree silently, his cloak whirling in the wind the only movement as he waits for her to catch up. He sits in his tree, waiting. After a while, he wonders if she really is coming. Not long after that, she is visible through the leafy branches.
A branch quivers, and a large brown ball of fur streaks down it. It sits on a long, slim branch, chattering, and holding a nut. The little squirrel points to the nut excitedly, and points to Risika, who is cautiously watching anywhere but up. "No! No, no , no , no , no!!" Jager whispers to the squirrel anxiously. The little demon squirrel shrugs and heaves the nut at Risika's head. Jager leaps to the next tree a second before Risika's head pops up.
Jager looks down into the clearing again, surprised to see her not there.
"SO, you thought you could follow me? Huh?" Her voice, dripping with anger and contempt, startles him, and he loses his balance. Landing on ever single knobby branch on the way down, Jager lands in a heap at the bottom of the tree. She leaps down.
Landing with a foot on either side of his stomach, she barely misses falling on him. "You thought I couldn't handle it?"
She kicks his side with one of her feet. "I'll show you. I can handle whoever that is as well as I can handle you." She steps away from him, striding with swaying hips to the other side of the clearing.
"Get. Up." The words drip with malice like dew dripping from leafy trees. She quivers with rage.
Jager kneads his forehead and rests on his elbows, watching her. He sighs. "…Risika, is this really necessary?" His voice is slow and drawn out, his eyes soft as he watches her rage. He curses himself for following her in the first place.
He used to think he knew all there was to know about women, but Risika was a creature that startled him and surprised him more times than he had ever thought possible.
In answer, Risika glides towards him, smiling slyly and weaving mystery around herself. Her rage seems to melt away with her smoldering eyes. She dips down to his level when she reaches him. Laying a thin finger on the tip of his nose, Risika traces his face.
He holds in his breath. She leans in towards him, her face nearer to his than it has ever been. Sirens rose in Jager's head, he knew he was not out of trouble yet. Hoping she doesn't notice, he tries to back off of her stare.
Her head dips down closer, following him. Without warning, her head dips down, and one sharp fang pierces the vein on his throat. She doesn't drink yet though. His head snaps up in surprise.
Her eyes peer into his, judging and weighing. She backs off of him, her eyes still following him as he scrambles up. "Don't press me Jager, you don't want to go there."
