With her face upturned and lips parted slightly, Lisette looked at Booker with interest. [i]“It’s hard to tell,”[/i] her gaze was congenial as she let her hand be lifted to his mouth lethargically. She hardly even noticed his lips, soft against the spot of blood on the back of her hand. It was a wonted motion and she didn't think much of it. There was nothing in her that was attracted to Booker, though he was a very striking man. Her intrigue with him was purely from the blood lust that the two shared, she was enticed by his chaotic mind that was so uncannily like her own. They were the perfect balance to each others madness. 

[i]“If she knows what’s good for her, she will. Something’s happened to her though. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s not just us that’s got in her in a mood. She’s distracted.”[/i]

“Well she's never been normal, love.” Lisette's murmur was impartial as her eyebrows furrowed and she pulled her arm back gently. “Yet, I do understand. Something is off with her, she has never needed this much coaxing to kill.” Her gaze flickered towards the slender figure in front of them, her face a complicated mask of admiration and loathing. She'd known Mila for a long time, had hated her most for most of it, yet despite her vehement dislike she had always secretly enjoyed Mila's company. She was a threat and she kept Lisette keen. 

[i]“If we could figure out what it is, we might be able to get her to see reason.”[/i]

With an imperceptibly bob of her head, Lisette agreed. “I like that idea, I want her to stay.” Her razor sharp voice hissed. “We could use a couple decades of fun.”
 
Her eyes snapped upwards at the sound of Mila urging them away from the source of the mellifluous voice. A small exchange ended with Lisette starting towards a young human girl who was oblivious to her impending doom. 

[i]“Lisette.”[/i]

There was something in that voice that made her stop mid-step, despite the fact that Lisette would have normally ignored any interruptions and gone straight ahead with the macabre ideas that swam around her mind like fish in a bowl. It was the disparity, that she tried to hold back, that had Lisette's mouth twisted into a grim line as she slowly moved her gaze away from the dim figure ahead. [i]“Hold on, I-…I hear it too,”[/i] Lisette sneered coolly at the older vampire. “Oh, now you hear it?” She muttered quite childishly under her breath. She stopped with a hand on her hip, eyeing Mila with contempt. “So..?” 

[i]“…I’ll take this one. It’s my turn, after all.”[/i] 

With a passive rise and fall of her shoulders, Lisette motioned with her hand for the woman to go ahead. “Okay, fine then,” she began, her mouth opened to say something sarcastic about Mila getting old and her hearing going bad when she was interrupted. [i]“I did hear something over in that other direction though. It must have moved out of range. Why don’t you check it out? There’s no need for us to go one by one. You don’t have to wait for me. I’ll finish with this one and meet you over there.”[/i] Lisette's eyebrow raised. “Oh? I was looking forward to this one...” There was real disappointment in her voice as she looked back at Booker with the expression of a spoiled child not getting what she wanted. 

[i]“If I’m going to join you two, I’ll want to know you can give me the luxury of feeding alone sometimes. It’s a…a habit of mine. From being on my own for so long.”[/i] 

“Alone?” The idea was a little exorbitant to her, she didn't hunt alone ever. She found a thrill in having a audience to observe her art in action. “That's... different.” She wanted to press further, she knew that she could probably find some reason that they should go with her if only for Lisette's own sick amusement. Yet she complacently backed off, something that made her teeth grit together. If she let this chance go, there would be a million others for her to silently bedevil Mila until she was molded into the perfect little blood thirsty toy that Lisette [i]knew[/i] she would be. That was the only thing that allowed her to swallow her pride and step down. 

[i]“You can grant me that at least, can’t you?”[/i]

Her grim eyes stared at Mila for several long and very tense seconds until she finally sighed heavily and threw her hands in the air with mock defeat. She remained poised and languid as she waved Mila along like a parent ushering their child into the first day of school. “I say we let her go, Bookie.” She murmured, looking over at Booker with a placid shrug. “Poor girl wants her [i]alone[/i] time. We can go find some fun ourselves.” She turned away from Mila, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes like some modern day teenage girl, and looked towards Booker quizzically. “Do you want to go halfsies?” 

[i]“We are the young we are the wild youth...”[/i] The song was murmured from Charlie's lips as her sandals slapped noisily against the ground and her thin hair, which had fallen free from the clips she had been using to pull it back, was blowing gently around her face. It obscured her view slightly, when a piece was caught in her heavily mascaraed eyelash. “Oh... pfft... dammit.” She muttered silently, the song interrupted as she reach her hand to delicately pull the hair from her eyes. Licking her lips she flipped the soft locks over and pulled them into a sloppy bun that sat precisely on the top of her head. “Ther-.” Her satisfied whisper was cut off when her breath caught in her throat and her guitar case slipped from her grasp to fall onto the pavement with a loud clatter. She didn't immediately reach to retrieve her precious instrument because her bulging eyes and heavy mind were too focused on the figure standing a ways down the sidewalk. 

She had her back facing Charlie, two other slender figures that walked with the same almost glide, an inhuman finesse that chilled her already icy body, stood behind her. Char's hands cupped her mouth and she shook her head slightly back and forth refusing to believe what was right in front of her eyes. She didn't notice her legs taking her backwards subliminally until the back of her heels hit against the discarded guitar case, only causing her to jump forward a little and yelp. The tears in her eyes weren't from any kind of physical pain, however, as she watched with her mouth languorously agape and tears trickling onto her cheeks in shock. Relief mixed with an unpleasant feeling of unease washed over her like a wave.

“Mila...?” 

Lisette had turned to leave, an annoyed expression on her hidden face as she gently started to pull Booker behind her. “Don't forget to give us the gritty details. Oh and remember,” her face grew taut with a lurid grin that she shared with Booker. “We'll help you clean up afterwards...” Her voice trailed off as a sound, barely a whisper, came from the direction that their playmates prey was coming from. It was a whimpered sob so full of emotion that it even touched the dormant human that lived inside of Lisette. It was a name, simple an sweet, but it made her grin falter and the whimsical look that had embedded itself in her irises completely fade away. Her dark complexion grew grim and her lips set in a hard line. Lisette loved to toy, loved to play around and almost religiously worshipped a good diversion, really who wouldn't when you are bound to walk the earth for all eternity, but she couldn't stand being deceived, and the name was proof enough that this casualty wasn't just some random citizen like they had been led to believe. 

She turned around sharply with inhuman speed, her hair whipping her face painfully. “It knows your name.” It wasn't a question as she violently pushed past Mila and stared at the dumbstruck human whose large, Bambi eyes stared right back at her. “Mila, Mila, Mila.” She clucked her tongue adversely as she slowly sauntered in a tight circle around her superior. “Why would a little human know your name?” She didn't wait for an answer as her sharp, calculating eyes stared at Mila darkly. “I think this night is about to get much more interesting.” Her fingers brushed Mila's hair away from the side of her face as she stood behind her and whispered coyly in her ear. “Care for one more race?” She pulled away slowly, her hand caressing Mila's jaw. 

“Winner takes all.”