Disclaimer: (In song format (The Song That Gets on Everybody's Neves))
I own no-thing which gets on ol' Masako's nerves,
ol' Masako's nerves,
ol' Masako's nerves,
I own no-thing which gets on ol' Masako's nerves,
so quit rub-bing it in. (Dun dun!)
AN: This is based off my perception of villainy in general. If Vlad wasn't so obsessed with Maddie, I can picture him having a lover, a stalker-esque person, or at least a woman whom he uses as a pawn or tool. This is how I perceive this woman. Again; who is she? The same creature from before? Or another entirely? Tsune? Sen? Scythe?Somebody that we've met in the series? Or some original character? You tell me.
…Threat…
His fingers caressed her throat and he grinned.
"You have no idea how easily I can kill you," he whispered in her ear. Her eyes fluttered open, studying his for an instant before closing again.
"Yes," she said softly. "I do." He arched an eyebrow, amusement unhidden on his features.
"Is that a fact?" he mused, kneading the unguarded flesh of her neck. She nodded sublimely.
"You've already destroyed the rest of me," she said, leaning into his touch. He chuckled, and his free hand began to stroke her hair.
"No," he thrummed. "I'm far more thorough than that. I wouldn't leave this much of you."
"I didn't say you were finished yet," she reminded him idly. His grin widened, and he adjusted his grip on her throat.
"Shall I snap your neck?" he wondered aloud. "Strangle you? Tear you to shreds?" All the while the threatening caress continued, but she said nothing. "How much can you take before I break you?"
"I could ask you the same question." She glanced up, looking him boldly in the eye. Crimson fire glinted back at her.
"I am invincible," he said slowly, sinisterly drawing out every syllable. She could see veins of hellish black edge his silver hair, while his face begin to pale, its features blended between a smug grin and a cruel glare. Instinct told her to flee, but instead she crept forward, gingerly wrapping her arms around his neck.
"And I'm not," she said, burying her face in his chest. "It makes no difference to you, does it? Whether I'm dead or alive?" Her voice was calm and sober. That surprised her; she expected to be a trembling heap on the floor. "I'll still be here, whether I'm human or ghost. You can kill me in a heartbeat and it wouldn't change a thing." His body radiated cold, but she expected no less. His arms formed a silver ring around her waist, cool enough to phase through her.
"Exactly," he said, still half changed, his voice like black ice. It seemed only fitting that such an alluring man would be the death of her.