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Tsimmu
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Still looking at her sideways, he sneered at her questions briefly, giving her a laugh that was more of a huff than anything else. "Please. You think I haven't tried that? I can't even drink something as lowly as a human or a shifter, let alone an animal." He grinned at her, turning slightly towards her, and in the blink of an eye he was in her face again, using his body to press her up against the wall he had pinned her to earlier in the conversation. His hands were on either side of her against the wall. The grin he was giving her was a wicked one, showing all four of his very sharp fangs. She should not think she was safe from him just because he could not drink her blood. He could still just kill her for fun, if he wanted to. "I'm too high on the food chain for that, love." He leaned in close to her ear, as though he was telling her a secret. In a way, it was. He hadn't ever really told someone this before - not that he'd had the opportunity to. "I drink vampire blood. I am above my former kin, they are food to me."
But just as abruptly as he had pinned her there, he pushed himself back, away from the wall and her. Without actually answering her second question from before, which he had ignored until now, he held up his hand. He let all of the faint shadows in the room dance around, moving as though of their own accord out of the positions they should have been in. "Vampires do not do this. Shadows are deceptive beings." He said simply, his face stoic again, and his voice bland. He found the particular skill pretty boring, in all honesty. Sure, it was something he could do that other vampires could not. But he preferred his ability to play with memories over that. Speaking of..
His hand dropped and the shadows returned to their rightful places. He had just remembered messing with her head earlier, and thought back to what he had seen there. "Enough about boring old me. Why don't you tell me about yourself, shapeshifter?" He gave her a cold smile, lips closed. "What happened to that lovely little family of yours?"
But just as abruptly as he had pinned her there, he pushed himself back, away from the wall and her. Without actually answering her second question from before, which he had ignored until now, he held up his hand. He let all of the faint shadows in the room dance around, moving as though of their own accord out of the positions they should have been in. "Vampires do not do this. Shadows are deceptive beings." He said simply, his face stoic again, and his voice bland. He found the particular skill pretty boring, in all honesty. Sure, it was something he could do that other vampires could not. But he preferred his ability to play with memories over that. Speaking of..
His hand dropped and the shadows returned to their rightful places. He had just remembered messing with her head earlier, and thought back to what he had seen there. "Enough about boring old me. Why don't you tell me about yourself, shapeshifter?" He gave her a cold smile, lips closed. "What happened to that lovely little family of yours?"