/ / ~ S i e r r a . . . 
( this is how you remind me. )

Heavy iron was clamped around her wrists, and she found herself locked against a support column. Abnormal, vampire strength beckoned to be unleashed, and followed by an enormously loud 'thunk', she threw herself away from the pole in high hopes of breaking free. The only thing she earned, was an uncomfortable pain searing through her left shoulder blade. The impact of springing back against the pole had completely crushed her shoulder blade, but within minutes it would be as good as new. Her vampire abilities also included being able to heal quicker than humans. Forehead creasing with frustration, Sierra groaned, glancing down at the light material concealing most of her body. She wanted it off, now. The idea of wearing an enemy's clothing, whether it covered her bikini or not, disgusted her. It hung off her and appeared to be more than a few sizes too big. His tangy scent washed over her, filling her nose which helped settle her frayed nerves the slightest bit. Thoughts of trying to seduce him in attempt to set herself free flooded through her mind. Once she was free of these hand cuffs, even he wouldn't be able to stop her whilst she ran. Violet orbs climbed upwards to rest on the boy who had bound her hands with cuffs and chained her to a pole. Shocking scars of silver stretched along his back, catching her eye and a blast of realization soon hit her. He was a fallen angel. But what was the purpose of her being here? Sensing his motive of angling his back towards her was to make her squirm in abhorrence or horror, the girl tipped her head to the side as her eyes examined his scars briefly, taking in the defined muscles rippling along his back as he engaged in swordplay. “I've seen worse,” she commented, sighing heavily as the digging of the handcuffs into her wrists alerted her. “So, what exactly is it you need from me?”
Heat loitered in the air, the release of his powerful element overwhelming her own, forcing her to shift about uncomfortably. Water and fire weren't the best blend. But, it was manageable. A thought struck her curiosity, her eyes scarcely narrowing. The vulgar language that projected from his mouth, she deeply loathed with a passion. “You called me Cursed One, before. What was the meaning behind that, anyway? What do you know about me? And why don't you just get it over with and kill me already if that's what you're planning on doing? I don't find enjoyment in watching you exercise,” the girl mentioned bitterly. Water soothed her emotions and calmed her for a short moment, for she could feel her temper beginning to rise. Eyes gradually falling shut to cloak her violet orbs, Sierra welcomed the calmness attached with her element, as well as the cool breeze, laced with his own fire.An unforgettable, desirable scent wafted through her nostrils, tearing her from her trance. In a flash, the vampire was upon her feet, jerking against the handcuffs that strained against her wrists, biting into her flesh and dotting her creamy skin with blood. The pounding of his own beating heart filled her ears, and above that she heard the faint gurgle of his laughter at her struggles. She could see the blood, drizzling from his hand and onto the royal blue mat below his feet. It was almost if he enjoyed seeing her this way – the true monster she really was. Fangs amplified, transforming her calm nature to a ferocious, savage one. She needed to have his blood rushing into her mouth now. Once the dripping of his own blood halted, the girl held herself back as he advanced towards her. Vibes passed through her, giving her the feeling he was in desperate need of mocking her. 
“Those little teeth don't scare the big bad wolf, gorgeous.” His voice hummed through her ears, along with the strong beats of his heart. Giving her teeth the freedom of shrinking back to their original size, she delivered him a heart-winning smile and gave him a measured look. “Well, does this 'big bad wolf' have a name, boy?” she inquired, arching both her eyebrows. Following his eyes as they chased the visible tattoos up her body, finally coming to rest above her breast. Taking note of the seductive smile painting across his lips, the vampire girl leaned forward slightly, exposing the rest of the vine that curved around to her back. “Interested in my tattoos, huh? Well, if you take this shirt off me, you can have a better look...” Sierra offered, hoping he would take up her offer and discharge her from the baggy fabric. And if he did, it would grant her a better opportunity to seduce him. After all, they were below a nightclub packed with whores. What other reason was he here other than to have some fun with them? Luminous eyes scanned the male's body before her in return. His chest, much alike his back, was scattered with scars and was very well-muscled. His scars showed strength, blended along with that bad ass attitude. The scars made him just that much more sexy. 
Wait. Sexy? Why was she thinking like that? He was some strange guy who had decided to tie her up and was probably planning on raping, or killing her. Probably both. Inching back a bit, Sierra's eyes explored the gym they were stored in. This was definitely not her cup of tea. There were weapons everywhere. And there was nothing more than she hated than fighting. The possibility of him ripping her clothes of and raping her right then and there secretly frightened her. She was still a virgin, and he definitely wouldn't respect her wishes if he chose to. He wouldn't be careful with her, or do slow. He'd just be the man he was and enjoy the fear and agony dancing across her face. Standing her ground, the girl's eyes locked with his as he towered over her, almighty and looking capable of anything. And right now, Sierra was scared.