Fang watched the back of Pandora's messy blond hair pass through the exit of his tent, the smell of lavender still wafted in the air from her passing. His white knuckled hand clutched the arm of his throne. In life, he had learned to not trust a soul. Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. His mother, Ebony, was a firm believer in that theory. Pandora had come to him plenty of times, though the first would always stick in his mind.
She walked into his tent with those stone blue eyes. He could feel the fury within her, not the kind that ran through his blood, but a different kind. He couldn't put his finger on it. Without even touching her beautiful face, he knew she was as soft as a flower. She told him stories of slaughtering hundreds of old Techno prisoners back before the adults passed. Pandora always smiled a wicked little smile when she mentioned the tears of the innocent, or while describing the asphyxiating smell of blood soaked clothing. When he began hoping that she and him would cross paths again, he knew that it was completely out of character. Never before had he craved someone's companionship so much.
But this trip was different. He had he seen such desperation in her eyes. He smelled betrayal the moment she walked through the door. "Call for Nathaniel." Fang barked to his guardsman. He nodded and scurried out of the tent.
Fang sighed. What was this feeling erupting from his heart and pulsating through his veins? Not only was he looking forward to her beauty gracing him, but he welcomed those dreams where she stood over poor innocent men and women, bleeding. Twisted, they were, but all the while beautiful to him. He knew there had to be more to this little wench than what she was putting on the table.
"You called?" Nathaniel, Fang's twin brother walked in. They shared very similar features, though Nathaniel had white hair while Fang had jet black. Nathaniel's leather jacket was aligned with spikes, inside and out. Pain. The man lived for pain.
"You know that little tart that walked through the tent a bit ago? Blond girl, striking eyes, pale complexion-"
"Why, yes. I noticed her hopping the security fence. She happens by your place a lot, dear brother…"
Fang's face fell. He hated when Nathaniel saw him with his guard down. "Business, of course." Fang fumbled on his thoughts for a moment, but then got back on track. "I want you to follow her. Tell me where she stays. Do not make yourself known."
Nathaniel smirked. "Damn. I should have liked a little torture in the afternoon…"
"No. Leave the torturing to me, brother."
With a small bow, Nathaniel turned away from Fang and returned to the city streets.