~ done, i make my way back to my home, ensuring I’m not followed, my thoughts swimming with the image of your face as I settle in for the night>

~ the rest of my drink, chuckling still and heads to the bar, dropping down a fistful of $100 bills, then looks at the barman and gestures towards the damage done by the wolf I’d thrown. Shiki would rip me a new arsehole if he knew I’d made a mess and not paid for it to be cleaned up.

Once that’s ~

<Your comment takes me by surprise, briefly stunned into silence. Recovering quickly, a dark laugh escaping as you turn to leave. Before you’re out of earshot, I call out, making sure everyone can hear me>

I look forward to showing you all my skills next time we meet…

<Picking up my glass, I down~

<It was entertaining watching your two halves battle against each other and a soft chuckle escapes when you thrust your number at me>

I’ll be sure to contact you in case I need you for…

<Closes my fingers around the piece of paper and leans in close>

… something.

<Your laugh was something I knew I would want to hear again, the sound making me smile unexpectedly. Your words however, have me arching a brow, my smile morphing into a smirk>

Is that right? I’ll have to remember that…

~ care what happened to you, or anyone else for that matter. You were nothing to me, there was no reason for me to care.

Straightening up, I look away>

Don’t read too much into it. I’m just protecting my source of income…

<Lifts a shoulder, shrugging mildly. My actions had surprised even me and I glance briefly over at the stunned werewolf as he glares at me>

People like that give me the shits. He had it coming..

<It saddened me that you felt unworthy and my head tilts as I return my gaze to yours. I shouldn’t ~

~ then nods>

Well, if you change your mind, the offer stands.

~ waiting for a response, I throw the wolf into the wall, then straightens out my clothes, vampiric speed bringing me back to you. The scene plays out over only a few seconds, shocked gasps heard all around us, many trying to work out what happened.

Without skipping a bear, I give you a look, ~

~ a secret identity. He kept his true self hidden away, fearful of the repercussions he faced should his heritage come out. Pulling him down, my lips at his ear, I murmur the words he dreaded most>

I wonder what would happen if your friends found out your father was a mutant human…?

<Without ~

~ that was unexpected. With lightning speed, I’m standing in front of the ringleader, my hand at his throat in an instant and lifts him off his feet, my voice a low growl>

People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones…

<His weakness was shining brightly before me. This particular werewolf had ~

~ anticipated was the abuse hurled at you. My gaze shifts from you, to the small group of antagonists, then back to you. Ordinarily, I didn’t get involved in disputes that didn’t concern me, but something about the look on your face when the glass was hurled at your head, sparked a rage inside me ~

<As your anger rises, my fangs drop free, the only external signs that I’m prepared to defend myself. Then, just as before, I see the shift from In-Su to Ventus as it happens, my mother’s sight gifting me an unfiltered view of your personalities. I’d known you would refuse, but what I hadn’t ~

~ scent of fae drugs lingered on you and I realise I can use this to my advantage>

You know… I could hook you up with something to take away that nasty craving you have…

For a price…

<Gives you a knowing wink>

… of course

~ who’s sending me there?

<Arches a brow again as my eyes search yours. You kept your weaknesses locked away, never showing them to others, but you couldn’t keep them hidden from me. Taking a deep breath, I detect a hint of fae on you, blinking when I realise what the smell was. The unmistakable ~

<I knew this wasn’t good and if I didn’t come up with a decent answer, the whole thing could blow up in my face. Outwardly unperturbed, I lean back in my chair, holding your gaze>

I’m not “most bounty hunters”, isn’t that why you hired me? Besides, if I’m being sent to my grave, shouldn’t I know ~

~ face mere cms away from yours>

You think I have a pretty face? How delightful…

<My voice was light and playful to the untrained ear, but there was an edge to my tone that dared you to challenge me>

If he can’t tell me anything, then maybe you can… considering you’re the one who’s in charge here