It was Sunday afternoon; her family was out of town on business. Both of them. That left her with Prince pain in the ass for company and that really wasn't a bonus. Taking full advantage of his absence she painted her lips scarlet. All weekend she had gone out in red, hair died black to keep her identity hidden. It would be washed out before returning to school the next day.
Glancing into the mirror she took in the emerald eyes and continued to trace black around her eyes. Shortly followed by the crimson paint to her lips. 'I'm my own urban legend.' She smiled wryly at herself.
Many a man, and oh how surprisingly recently as well, had been found beaten, bloody, and even castrated. All last seen with a woman in red and each marked with a red lip mark on their cheek. Her calling card, it was a vengeance thing really. Jess would get it when she came back from the convention, and in the time it took her to put two and two together. 'I shall be hiding.'
Slipping out of the house she made certain that the resident alien was in no way following her. A few dark alleys and the slight lowering of her dress top and she was in the dance club. The place by reputation was a hangout for all she never wanted to associate with, but did anyway. It didn't take her long to spot the asshole that had led her sister's assault. The dork was dressed in canary yellow, red pants and held enough tacky jewelry to match the weight of some pets.
The women around him looked like what they were, whores.
She looked young, hot, fine, the list went on and she played it for all she was worth. Shamelessly she pressed her body to his. Drank the beer, cooed over him and laughed at his vulgar jokes. She acted tipsy, she was far from it. But in short she was all over the loser, and he was drinking up her attentions with no caution.
They were in an alley by themselves when she pulled the switch, one moment he was slobbering a kiss while pinning her to the brick wall, the next she had his balls in a firm hold. Eyes went wide when she held he favorite little knife to his throat.
"You don't pay much attention to urban myths do ya lovey?" Her tone was malicious and she grinned at the sweat that broke out over his skin. "I happen to be one of those dainty lil' myths, perhaps you've heard of me. The Crimson Kiss?" If at all possible he was whiter than before. "Thought so." No one heard him scream that night. Or if they did, no one cared to come and look. There was a reason why she committed her vengeances in places like this, it was common rule to mind your own business.
When found he was still alive, minus his balls, which had been hooked on two bits of wire. They actually made lovely earrings on him. The cops wouldn't do anything, and no gang would track her down. She had done this many times before and she doubted it would be the last.
Physically and emotionally drained she climbed onto her bike and shot off into the dark. If anyone had thought of chasing her one glance at her bike and said thought was tossed out the window as a fantasy, no one could catch her when she was straddling her bike.
No one from Chikyuu anyway. Finally making it home she noted the rising sun, she hadn't expected to get sleep anyway. There was, however, enough time for a much needed shower though.
She reeked. Alcohol, male sex, and other odors she could not name surrounded her. She didn't glance to his corner as she walked passed the table. It was as she passed him that he noted the blood, some of it smearing her skin; she lifted the bottle he had seen on the table and held it to her lips. He watched her throat move as she swallowed the clear liquid. The thought of nipping at the exposed flesh flashed through his mind but he merely had to focus on a red smudge to restrain his desire.
Mechanically she kicked off the shoes that added inches to her height. The skimpy dress was in the beginnings of being stripped away when she spotted him. It was then he noted the face paint and newly colored eyes and hair. "Don't even ask." It was her voice all right, not that he had doubted her buried scent. "Cause I ain't telling." And then clearly to herself and a giggle attached to the end she whispered. "Shower, then the masses." It was in that moment that he recalled she had a 'school' thing to do.
He wouldn't admit it but he disliked her leaving for school due to it taking her away for part of the day and then the time she worked on 'homework' when she was around. He simply told himself that he missed looking at her body. It was nearing the time she left when she stepped down the stairs. In a bag he could see the top most of what she had been wearing, all of it red and smelling of blood and sex. She was looking at if as if not knowing what to do with it then glanced to him.
"Where were you?"
"None of your business, now go away I have to figure out how to get rid of this without leaving evidence. Not that I will be called upon but…better safe than sorr-." She was cut off when he blasted the bag with his ki, not even dust to prove its remains. She rolled her eyes neither startled nor impressed. "Thank you, now if you'll excuse me I have class." Her tone told ill wish of being there but still she moved for the door. He stopped her.
"Where, were you girl?" He pulled her close to ensure that she wouldn't slip by, she didn't fight him.
"I went back to the slums for a night of decadence." She grinned coldly and her once again blue eyes openly mocked him. She wasn't in the least afraid of him.
"What were you doing?" His grip tightened and she stiffened in his embrace, still she displayed no fear or unease. He knew this was due to her being too used to his aggressions towards her.
"Oh the usual, sex, drugs, rock 'n roll. A bit of male castration, all in all a normal night on the town." She wasn't lying about the last bit, her threat from long ago surfaced in her mind. But no, she wouldn't do that to him. "I'm going to be late for school, my first period teacher may not hate me but I enjoy having a spotless record, for once."
"Miss it."
"You know part of the deal of the Briefs keeping me, is that I attend school. I've dodged the last two years, not gonna happen this time. Besides." Sarcasm entered her voice. "I simply love having nearly the entire student and staff body afraid of me. So let me go."
Instead of obeying her simple and understandable request, he pulled her closer. A very interesting position if you were willing, she wasn't. "And what will be done if I do not wish to."
"Do not make me play dirty Prince, I came from the rough side of town. I just came back from my old shooting grounds; I am not one to be taken lightly. Let go of me or I'll make you're life a living hell." This would have come out more as she would have like if he hadn't pinned her to the wall with his body.
"Somehow, this does not frighten me." She lifted her chin when he nuzzled her throat, not to give him better access but rather to keep his face away from hers. Glancing at the clock she knew that if she ignored the speed laws she could still be on time.
"I need to get to class Vegeta, torment the gravity chamber until I get back."
"It's broken." Anger surged through her at this little bit of info. She had fixed the damn thing the day before!
"I'll fix it when I get back, promise. Even before my homework, but you'll have to let me go first." She would not plead, she wouldn't, but she was soooooooo tired. School and now a repair session to tango with. It was technically just beginning and she knew that it would be a long day. 'No rest for the wicked. But if that's true how the hell does he sleep?'
"You won't get away with not answering me girl."
"I won't get away with missing class either Sayain, move it or I'll lose it." As soon as it was out of her mouth the double meaning hit her. Looking to him cautiously she wondered if he would get it as well.
"An offer?" He was male; of course he would pick something like that up.
"Only in my nightmares. Me, class, now, I have a speech second period and a test third, please let me go."
"I'm coming." For a moment she forgot about school, he was kidding right? "I'll even take you there myself."
"You're too kind. I'll be late in." She glanced to the clock. "Two minutes. Get me there on time and I will only give token protest." Before she could blink he was cradling her in his arms and moving out side. The late bell was ringing when they entered the school. A bit of cursing at her locker and she was running down the halls.
"Late Miss Briefs?" Groaning she turned to take in the principal, the man had it in for her. "We have discussed this, this school has certain policies and standards for our students."
"I have a real good excus-reason sir. You see-."
"And you are not exempt from them." She was going to have detention, she just knew it.
"Blame him then, I'm going to class." Jerking her thumb behind her to signify the local royalty she turned and opened the door to her class.
She was given the perk of seeing the principal's face as he saw Vegeta before she entered the room. Maybe the day wouldn't be a complete loss after all.