[i]"Don't do that."[/i]

The sharp voice made the vampire's head snap towards it's source. "Oh, calm down Mi!" She giggled, sending Charlie a wave and laughing harder when the human leaned away in disgust. "I'm just having a little fun." Although, Lisete's definition of 'fun' wasn't really all that enjoyable for anyone other then herself. Lisette was good at twisting people into her own little toys with which she could control. She was a malicious puppeteer who found pleasure in the pain of her marionettes. This was no different. She leaned forward a tad and inhaled again, her eyes playfully taunting Mila. 

[i]"And I'm not-.. that's not why I-.. She isn't a meal to me."[/i]

Lisette blanched and looked towards the elder vampire curiously. "I think you'd do best not to go there, Mila." Her voice lost the playful edge momentarily as she straightened out and stared at Mila with contemptuous eyes. "She is human, you are not. Remember that." Her voice was husky and low, low enough so that the small girl pinned against the wall would of had to strain her ears to hear what she whispered. She kept her face levelled with Mila, a warning cast deep within her glare. 

[i]She isn't a meal to me.[/i] Char was nearly oblivious to the tense exchange between the two immortals. She herself was caught up on that simple phrase. Not a meal? Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as she stared blindly into the darkness, not letting herself look at Mila or the sinister Lisette as she mused over this. If she wasn't a meal, then what was she? She supposed she shouldn't be very surprised that she didn't know where she stood in yet another person's book. Charlie's mind whirled in a chaotic storm of unpleasant thoughts that made her want to shrink far into a hole. She was so preoccupied with them that she didn't notice the man either, until his python like arms wrapped themselves around her body and his sing song voice rose viciously in the air. 

[i]"Look at what I got~!"[/i]

She felt herself be jerked back unsteadily as he pulled her back, away from Mila who had leapt forward protectively. Charlie made a small yipping noise as the breath was nearly knocked out of her. [i]"Ah, ah, Mila. Take care,"[/i] His voice was playful as he buried his face in the crease of Charlie's neck, softly tickling her and making the girl squirm uncomfortably. The scene was almost cartoon like, the way she wriggled trying to get away from him. [i]"Relaaax, I'm not going to take her if she belongs to you. I'm not an animal,"[/i] Charlie felt sick, she didn't belong to anyone, she wanted to scream it at the top of her lungs. She wasn't a possession, or a pet, or anyone's god damn meal. 

[i]"I just... want to play with her a little, that's all."[/i] A shudder ran through her body as he inhaled her scent deeply. And she also certainly was not a [i]plaything.[/i] Charlie just wanted to go home and go to bed and wake up ten-years-younger to the sound of her older sister's heavy breathing, the pounding footsteps of the twins outside her door and the smell of bacon and pancakes wafting from the kitchen. She wanted normalcy. And normalcy certainly wasn't this. 

[i]“Did I hear you say you’re not a pet?”[/i]

Charlie gritted her teeth, her entire body rigid as he pulled her closer to him keeping her arms pinned by her sides. “I'm [i]not[/i] a pet...” She repeated, her voice guttural as she tried futilely to pull herself out of his iron-like grip. She knew that her efforts to get away were hopeless, he probably couldn't even feel the slight tug against his arms as she tried with all her force to propel herself forward. She could feel his smile against the fine thin on her neck and it made her shudder with fear and angst and something else, a little less sinister. 

[i]“Not like any pet I’ve had, anyway. You haven’t fallen in love with the bite yet, have you? No, not yet. Otherwise you’d be begging for it right now.”[/i]

No, she hadn't fallen in love with the 'bite' as he put it, but she could still remember the euphoric sense that she had happily let herself fall into. That evening felt as if it were years ago despite the fact that it had really only been the other night. She could remember that blissful sensation so well that her body [i]did[/i] want to sink into him as his sharp canines pressed lightly against her skin. The memory of it all was so sharp that she gasped suddenly, eyes wide as she fought herself, common sense against some internal lust that was becoming more and more solid the longer she was ensnared in his rancorous embrace. 

[i]“Booker, I’m begging you, please don’t-..!”[/i]

Mila's voice sounded distressed as she begged the man, Booker, to stop. 

[i]"Ugh, will you stop, it's unseemly to see you beg."[/i]

Charlie felt herself pushed forward, she tumbled like a rag doll, her limbs feeling weak as she fell heavily into Mila's stony body. "Ouf." She murmured slightly, landing in the woman's arms feeling sick with her self. As soon as his arms had released her, she'd realized what she would have let him do had she been in his snare much longer. She shivered and shut her eyes tightly, leaning into Mila instinctively to try and get away from that disgusting sense of vulnerability. She was powerless, there was no way she would be able to get out of this unharmed, if alive at all. Her heavy breaths came faster as she tilted her head upwards and she finally let herself admit the fact that she really [i]was[/i] going to die tonight. 

A single tear ran down her cheek as she gazed up at Mila. There was fear in her expression, real fear that made her cheeks pale and her crystal eyes gleam as they bore into the face of her once roommate and almost killer. She opened her mouth slightly as if to say something but no words came out, only a breathy sigh, almost like shudder. Yet, her eyes said all that she couldn't form into words. 'Help me.' The begged, almost screamed as another tear slipped down her cheek. 'Get me out of this.' And there was the blame, as hard as Charlie tried to keep that to herself, remembering all too well the anguished expression on this beautiful woman's face. She tried to keep herself from giving Mila the fault for this unfortunate situation, yet she couldn't help but let some of that awful emotion leak into her expression. "I'm sorry..." She murmured, not really sure what [i]she[/i] was apologizing for. 

[i]"Like Lisette said, you can keep her, I don't care. She won't last that long. She's so small, isn't she."[/i] 

Lisette smiled as she watched the small human shrink farther away from Booker with a noise that was a cross between a whine and a sob. Her own eyes were gleaming as well, only it wasn't with fear that they glistened dangerously in the dark night. "She really is." Lisette drawled, shaking her head in pity, as if she were capable of the emotion. [i]"We still haven't finished hunting yet, and I have at least one more round in me. How about we take her with us?"[/i] Lisette giggled slightly as the human started to violently shake her head, her lips forming a silent 'No'. "Come on, darling. Chin up." Lisette smiled, slowly walking over. Her steps were cautious as if she were approaching a wild animal and despite the fact that she kept her gaze firmly on the cowering human she was hyper aware of every subtle movement Mila made. 

The impending threat didn't stop Lisette, however, as she stepped forward and grabbed hold of Charlie's shoulder and arm. Her touch wasn't gentle as she pulled the small girl into a standing position. Her thumb ran possessively over Char's jawline before she patted her cheek like a piece of meat. "Charlie, is it?" Lisette's voice was [i]almost[/i] personable. However any type of kindness was lost when Mila showed off her sharp canines. "So nice to meet you, darling. My name is Lisette, and that," she pointed lazily towards Booker. "Is Booker. We're... old [i]friends[/i] of Mila's." She smiled at her own joke as she let her hand slide down Charlie's arm and fall to her own side. 

Charlie tried not to meet Lisette's sinister, yet oddly captivating, gaze as the woman stared at her intently. Despite the cold, calculating eyes on her face, Char knew she wasn't the object of Lisette's real fascination. She could have blinked and missed the small flutter of her eyes towards Mila and the small micro-expression that passed over her face afterwards. It was a brief look of unfiltered blood lust and pure enjoyment that momentarily brightened the woman's face and exposed the monster within her. It was unsettling. 

[i]"It's her turn, you know."[/i]

Whipping her head around, Charlie looked up at the Booker and shuddered to see his carelessly malice gaze on her. Char felt her stomach knot, she wasn't entirely sure what he meant by "turn" but she had an idea and either way she'd find out very soon. She didn't want that, not at all. 

[i]“She might not be ‘in the mood’ as she puts it, but she’s hungry, you can tell. Maybe we’ll find one for her.”[/i]
She hoped not, she hoped that the streets would be complete devoid of any person and that they would have to call it a night and [i]let her go home.[/i] Although, Charlie wasn't that naive, she knew full well that these two bestial entities would come after her given even the slightest of chances and she would be powerless to do anything about it. That sense of vulnerability made her feel physical weak, never in her entire life had Charlie felt so out of control and never had she felt such a fear as she did at that moment, making her skin tingle with the emotion and her eyes bead with more glistening tears. 

Lisette, on the other hand, was elated at the idea. "Marvelous! Simply marvelous! Let's get going then, the night won't last forever, darlings. Or at least it won't for some of us." She giggled again and went to usher Charlie and Mila along when she stopped dead in her tracks. Her head was upraised and her nostrils flared slightly, her eerily dilated pupils sparkled in the moonlight. 

A whistling sound, low and distant, made Lisette's ears perk up like a dogs. Her head snapped in the direction of the noise briefly before slowly turning to look past Charlie and straight at Mila. "Hear that?" It wasn't any kind of real question, she knew that Mila could hear the sound just as well as either of them could hear the quickened heart beat of the human girl standing right in front of them. "I-I don't hear anything..." Lisette raised her eyebrow and looked at the tentative girl who was standing with her arms crossed and looking as if she wanted to cave in on herself. "[i]You[/i] wouldn't." Lisette's haughty voice replied. "You're human." The quiet words were said as an insult as Lisette turned away in disgust. "Let's go, and Mila! Don't let her slow us down."

She started at a slightly faster then normal pace, nearly glided along the sidewalk with Charlie stumbling close beside Mila. It was deathly silent except for the shallow breaths of the terrified human who knew that her life was balanced precariously on the edge of this dangerous game she currently played; with all the odds stacked up against her. "Wait... I hear it." Charlie blurted suddenly in a hushed whisper, earning herself a sharp glare from Mila. "Congratulations." Mila's cocky tone answered, not taking her eyes off the misty figure that was slowly solidifying itself, taking shape of a broad man whose spiky hair bobbed in the pale moonlight. "Why hello, handsome." Lisette winked towards Mila and Charlie and at unearthly speed closed the distance between herself and him. 

Charlie watched in mute horror as Lisette disappeared towards the man in the distance. "Oh my god..." She exhaled, stumbling backwards with a look of consternation written over her delicate features as her tumbling feet threw her backwards, right into Booker. Yet she hardly even noticed as she watched the grizzly scene unfold. 

It was like what she was watching a role of gory pictures playing on repeat. A snap shot of Lisette, grabbing the man and tilting his head backwards, her sinister grin directed towards the group who were idly standing by. Another of her Teeth gleaming brightly just before the sharp canines pierced the man's neck. It was more violent then Char could have imagined, more awful now that she was a witness and not the hapless victim. Her face contorted into a mask of misery as she clasped her hands over her mouth and shook her head, tears distorted her view. She could make out the blurry shape of Lisette, pulling away from the man, immediately and shoving him forward towards Mila. The smell of blood was in the air, and even Charlie was overwhelmed by it. "There you go, Mi." Lisette's sultry voice was merely background noise to the rushing in Charlie's ears as she ran her hands over her face and into her hair, an action that was full of disparity. 

"No, oh my god no." Charlie's voice was a sob as she continued to furiously shake her head in disbelief. "Mitch..."