[b] Kaori [/b]

Cold. A one worded, inevitable phrase that could describe Kaori in a nutshell. Not only one of the few souls in line to rid humans of a hell called the hotel but a master with knife, a “friend” of a few selected supernatural: Daniel, Kain, and Nixon. Nightmares occasionally plague the 20 year old of what might’ve happened to the two she couldn’t find but she dreamed about one in particular way too much, especially of the downfall of the old hotel- where her temporary powers wreck havoc on the place as she worked with some creature one could only label as demonic with its horrid features who had pretended to be Daniel. No matter what, that damn creature was always in the only personal space she had, her mind [i] and [/i] in the bed next to her.

Silently, the girl sat up, with an air of carefree confidence notable in her subtle glance over to her sleeping partner, as if looking at him directly would rouse him. One bare tanned foot touched the floor of her side of the bed, and than the next, silencing the creaked of her elbow with a glare. She stands. A soft face with high cheek bones, defined and dark brows, and a slim nose compliments her mischievous smile and vast oceans of chocolate colored eyes matching the color of her hair, groomed and shining. The mane cascades down the defined points of her shoulder blade, hugging her thin midsection where it ends in a layered formation. The inside of her arm brushed against her toned, hourglass figure before it went to yank the sheet off of the master bed, wrapping it around her bare body connected to lengthy legs. It did little to cover her as it was virtually see through, but gave the heated human a sense of security. She waltzed over to the windows of their room, yanking the curtains open to let a ray of sunlight spill onto the slumbering vampire. 

Wordlessly, Kaori walked over to Daniel’s side of the bed, uncaring about the loud rustling of the stiff covers around her body and the heavy, booming steps of her feet that ended in an uncomfortable punch, for the vampire, to the point of his shoulders, a change of clothes for both of them, and a cold bag of type O blood in his hands. Obviously, she hadn’t slept well.

“Wake up and feed me before the manager calls us to his office to discuss his rules. That man always tends to put me in a bad mood.”