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[lucien lockhart]

“Why did I drag myself out to do this?” he questioned himself. He thought of how he could be at home with his nose buried in a book, or he could be watching a movie. For some reason he had decided to come to a club which he decided was one of the stupidest ideas he ever had. The questions flew through his mind like crazy. Why did he decide to stand in the corner like a creeper? Why was he holding this drink he had no intention of drinking? Why didn’t he go over to the bar or to the dance floor? His mind pondered these questions as his soulful eyes took in his surroundings. He hated the music blaring, he hated the way the booze tasted, he hated the strobe lights, and lastly he hated the people here. They were all causing a fight, making out in a corner or pretending. In his mind he felt like this was all a game. A game he was terrible at, a game that required one to be more suave. Suave and Lucien never went well together.

He felt an eerie coldness shoot through his spine like electricity and he stared. From across the room several girls were eyeing him giggling and smirking. They beckoned him closer. Lucien came towards them cautiously. He wasn’t used to being eyed by girls let alone multiple ones. As he stepped in closer one leaned in and smirked her red lips parted revealing fangs. Her blue eyes demanded his attention. “Hey….why don’t you buy us a few drinks.” She said cooly. She was clearly used to this. “Ummm….errr…sure.” he paid for the next set the girls ordered and looked around nervously. “So what do you do with your spare time?” the blonde asked leaning uncomfortably close. Lucien felt his palms begin to sweat and he nervously folded his hands in his lap. “Oh…errr…I…like….the internet.” He fumbled trying to think of something to say. “Oh? Really? That’s interesting.” she said smirking. He nervously smiled and watched as the girls took more and more shots.

All the blonde had to do was tell Lucien to buy them more and he continued to pay for more and more. The others laughed, Lucien was unsure of what was so funny but he dare not ask. He watched them become tipsy and finally become drunk. He felt a surge of regret when he looked at his tab. He had dropped a lot of money on drinks to please strangers. Strangers he had never met before, he was unsure of whether they were toying with him or not. Perhaps they were pretending to be drunk and teasing him. Perhaps he had been drawn in my the sirens and should of just ignored. For him it was impossible to prevent these sorts of things. He watched the human girls stumble out onto the dance floor and watched men pick them up with ease. Lucien’s thoughts were interrupted when the blonde climbed into his lap and whispered “I want you.” His heart raced and this thought process stopped. “Ummm…errrr…uhhh….hi…” he mumbled unsure of how to react or even what to say to this very forward girl. He suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. His thought process continued. “Why would someone this gorgeous want anything to do with me? It’s the alcohol Lucien, the alcohol…” he thought for a while. His thoughts stopped again when she began nibbling on his ear. “Puhlease…” she mumbled into his ear.

He could smell the alcohol and his senses snapped back to reality. They were all just using him and he was a complete idiot for letting things like this constantly happen to him. He was socially retarded. He jumped up knocking the woman out of his lap. “What’s wrong with you!? You loser!” she yelled after him. He ran through the doors and clumsily tripped on the sidewalk, luckily he caught himself before he collided with the pavement and ran into a park. He gladly rejoiced settling down onto a park bench sniffing the smoke-free air. It felt so much better out here. If it was up to him he’d never return to one of those places again. "Playing these love games are like playing roulette with a land mine no matter what Lucien, you will lose." he quickly pushed this thought out of his mind but found he couldn't think of anything else.

“You idiot! Lucien! You had the perfect opportunity! Why didn’t you just take it?” he thought over and over again. Something just didn’t seem right about that situation. Everything about it made him feel uncomfortable. He wondered why he was unable to have even an ounce of backbone. Everything that woman had asked him to do he complied. He was a complete doormat. He couldn’t even take advantage of the situation. He just could not and would not. He couldn’t even make simple conversation and he knew had there not been some sort of alcoholic beverage she would not of even looked in his direction.

He slowly withdrew an article he had cut out of a magazine and began to read it. In an attempt to forget the area around him and what had just happened. He could clearly read everything typed on this neat piece of paper but he could not process it. His mind was bubbling with his worst fear: loneliness, depression, insanity and spending an eternity alone. He tried to force these terrible thoughts out of his head but they kept returning back with avengeance. He knew something was wrong with him, he just could not put his finger on what it was. He thought he could finally ponder on his existence alone.

[svetlana oksana anatoliy]

Svetlana was in the process of one of her manipulation schemes. She’d found Sasha on the walking bridge down by the river and saved his life despite her tendency to not care about anyone else’s condition. Of course what it had really come down to was that she’d wanted to be able to play with this good looking vampire from her home country. And playing she was. Pretending to be a gentle and vulnerable woman in need of tenderness, she was doing all that she could to wheedle her way into Sasha’s life so that she could eventually extract some sort of payment from him, or at least pain. But spending so much time pretending to be nice made Sveta’s teeth grind. And so here she was, out in the city so that she could get rid of some of her pent up aggression. She was dressed in tight, black leather pants that clung to her pert bottom and showed off her wonderful hips. On her feet was a pair of gold stiletto heels. Her upper frame was clad in a gold corset that emphasized her slender waist and boosted her breasts into perfect round mounds, with vast amounts of cleavage showing. Around her shoulders she had wrapped a black shawl so that her upper back was hidden. Though the scars from the werewolf attack had faded, they were still pale silver marks upon her flesh, blemishing the once perfect skin. She would be healed soon enough though and then her perfection would once again be her own.

Walking the streets of London, Sveta watched the people she passed carefully until she came to the perfect victims. Spotting a couple who had gone down a dark path headed into the park, she followed them. Coming up behind them, Sveta back handed the male sending him sprawling into the ground, coughing and spitting out blood. With the woman, she pulled her shawl off and wrapped it around her neck. Throwing her own head back and closing her eyes in ecstasy, Sveta pulled the shawl taut until she heard the girl’s neck snap and her body crumpled to the ground. She felt the shiver of pleasure pass through her frame and she licked at her lips. Opening her feline shaped eyes, Sveta looked down to the man who had pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Before he could do anything she was setting upon him, a hand fisting in his hair and yanking his head back to expose his neck. Her other hand went to grasp his chin as she leaned down to nip at his jaw. Catching sight of his dead girlfriend he let out a horrified sob. ”Oh... don’t cry. You’ll be joining her soon.” Sveta then sunk her teeth into his neck, glorifying in the way his body tensed and the cry of pain that was issued from his lips. She drained him in no time and then dropped his lifeless body to the ground. Wrenching her shawl away from the dead girl, she gracefully wrapped it back around her shoulders and then continued walking through the park, a dark, sinister smirk upon her lips.

As she walked further she suddenly became aware of the all overwhelming sensation of an old vampire. She stopped in her movements to searching through the darkness. There, upon the bench. Her predatory eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him, trying to assess his risk level, and his possible beneficial factor for her. Looking around them and seeing that they were alone, Sveta began walking towards him. Her hips swayed back and forth with a seductive call, her movements all elegance and grace as she seemed to nearly float across the ground she walked so fluidly. But hers was years centuries of practice, a life built around seduction. ”Why do you sit here all alone? One of your age should be ruling the night.” Her words came in somewhat husky, Russian, accented tones. Her grey-green gaze scanned him over, assessing him once again now that she was closer. She could tell he was old, but there was a sense of weakness about him that ignited the manipulator within her.

[lucien lockhart]

Lucien heard some disturbing noises in the distance. The sound of necks breaking, the cracking. Someone who killed in a more delicate and refined manner then Cordilia but they obviously were not as experienced in the way of harming someone as he was. He recalled Cordilia ripping into the flesh and yanking out whatever she wanted to keep and hoard. Lucien thought for a while and then his eyes picked out a shadowy figure coming out from the distance, the smell of death was on her. She was another vampire.Lucien's soulful eyes stared over at Sveta and he curiously eyed this woman. Perfect, almost everything about this woman was sheer perfection. From her cat like eyes to her perfectly round lips to the way her body fit perfectly in what she was wearing. She was drop dead gorgeous, she smelt sweet but an alarm was set of in his mind almost instantly. He knew something was wrong but he could not put his finger on it. How harmful could someone so beautiful be? Probably harmless, she wasn't even that old and Lucien knew he could defend himself if need be. He curiously studied her carefully tilting his head to the side.

”Why do you sit here all alone? One of your age should be ruling the night.” Those words echoed in his mind again and again. He curiously looked over at her as the moonlight illuminated his fiery red hair. He felt oddly intrigued by her. She seemed nice enough. "Me? Ruling? Night?" he asked curiously. "Oh...I doubt...I-I'm...me...t-that good?" he stammered again. "I never could." he concluded curiously looking over her again. He nervously bit his lip studying her body again. He kicked himself mentally biting his lip again and focusing in on her eyes. Her eyes were so intriguing like a sly fox, to her he must of been a rabbit. Lucien looked over at her again curiously "Lazarus...would...tear me in to pieces." he concluded again. He smiled sheepishly at her nervously looking around but not letting his guard down. With age his senses were heightened and he had become full of strength but he still was socially awkward. He stood up and was only taller then her by a bit. As he walked over to shake her hand he slipped on another tree root but luckily caught himself before he could fall and grinned nervously. "Uhhh...hi...my n-name...is Lucien."

[svetlana oksana anatoliy]

Oh, she had plenty of experience in killing and in far more severe and gruesome manners then she had killed tonight, but Svetlana hadn’t felt like a gruesome death, she’d just wanted a senseless one. His eyes were upon her, and Sveta let her own gaze capture his not in any way unnerved by this strangers glance. After all she wanted to be the one to captivate with her glance. Her looks were deceiving, because Svetlana was the type to be dangerous in perhaps the most cruel of ways. It was true, she was not very strong not even being two hundred years old. So there was no hope for her being able to out match him in physical battle. But she was dangerous in her mind and in her games. In the things that she liked to do to men. For several years of her mortal life she had been a victim to a man who had owned and ruled her. In her mortal years it was her desire to turn as many men into her victims as she could. So she bruised and battered them emotionally as much as she could, manipulating them so that she got as much as their wealth could afford. She got them to take care of her without them even realizing she was using them.

As he stammered out his reply, Svetlana had to hide her smirk internally. Just as she had sensed. Great physical strength, but this was definitely one aged one she could more than likely bend to her will if she was careful enough and played the game right. Or at least she assumed. ”No?” She tilted her head a little considering him. ’You have the strength of time, you should be enjoying it.” She offered him a beautiful smile, those full lips forming a world of promises. She was sly, her eyes did not lie on this front. She was sly, and cunning and always the predator. If Svetlana showed interest in you, you could be certain that she had some plan or intention and it did not bode well for you. Looking at this mortal before her, Sveta wondered what kind of funds he had. Would he be the type who was capable of buying her expensive presents? Her closest were still sadly lacking in the dress department ever since Lazarus had forced her to burn everything she owned in punishment for her actions. Jacoby had bought her many new pretty things, but she wanted more. She always wanted more. She gave him a kind smile. ”He might if you tried to take his place... But if you were just having fun? There isn’t any harm in that, surely.” She eyed him, lifting one fine, elegant brow as she said this. Sveta’s lips pursed together slightly as she looked away to hide her amusement as he had tripped. Who was this immortal being who seemed to lack the graces automatically bestowed upon their kind? As he came towards her, Svetlana extended her hand so that he could take it in greeting. ”Hello. I am Svetlana.” She informed him, stepping closer so that she could press a kiss to each of his cheeks, allowing her rich, exotic perfume to waft around him, hopefully filling his senses with her. She needed to overwhelm him, but not too much. Enough to have him enthralled with her, and then perhaps she would suggest they go and do something. She wanted to play with this scared little bunny rabbit who called himself a vampire.

[lucien lockhart]

Lucien was naive in the ways women could manipulate men. The thought dawned on him. "Perhaps I was just being too cautious with that other girl, I made too many assumptions and I was perhaps too careful...such a beautiful creature could not be so cruel. The tale of the sirens luring men to their deaths was just a myth after all, is it not?" he was truly the most ungraceful, nerdy vampire that ever walked the earth and he was well aware of it. The only time he was graceful was when the rage built up inside of him and made him explode then his motions were fluid, perfect and deadly accurate. Lucien's bank account remained untouched for the longest periods of time, he had funds for pretty much anything he wanted to do but he'd only mess with it from time to time. He had credit cards and such but rarely touched them. He had checkbooks from ages ago that he never used. He lived in a spacious house with a sound proof basement where he'd house his lab mortals. In many ways he was well off but he was unaware of everything else. He was an easy target because he never watched his credit cards. He didn't understand the value of money nor did he care to, how would riches help him on his quest? Poor Lucien had no idea what trouble he was getting himself into.

Lucien blushed nervously again. He was terrible at socializing with others, especially ones that looked as beautiful as she did. Thankful he was not mortal and did not have a heart, it would of raced and pounded inside his chest. He felt his palms get sweaty. He was nervous. He wasn't used to being around beauties let alone being this close to one. He cursed himself from tripping earlier and almost falling on his arse. He curiously studied her again, her body language seemed inviting, harmless and perhaps nice. His eyes curiously met hers they slanted so much like a fox. Lucien did not realize the trap he was walking into. He did not see how things could happen. He grinned sheepishly blushing brighter and brighter, his cheeks began to match the color of his hair. He shrugged again nervously as he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. "M-my n-name is Lucien," he stammered again. He looked over at her curiously wondering why she was getting so close. He studied her curiously and for a second the world moved slower and slower as she kissed both of his cheeks. "Le bis-a French custom of kissing both cheeks. It isn't that big of a deal," he thought trying to justify the fact that a woman had just kissed both of his cheeks "but she isn't French..." his mind trailed off and was awakened by her exotic scent enveloping him. The scent intoxicated him and made him wonder. "Ha! This can't be a game...no one is that good of an actress, right?" he thought trying to get an answer out of himself of whether to proceed with caution or not. Lucien smiled nervously blushing again and again obviously enthralled. He thought that she might of been a goddess and planned on treating her like one. He had no idea what trouble he had just gotten himself into. The fox had the rabbit in her grasp.

[svetlana oksana anatoliy]

With the mortal girl he likely had been being too cautious. What kind of things could an average, normal, human girl do to a thousand year old vampire? Unless she had hunter training, and since most of them were dead and gone? So too cautious. However, there was never being too cautious with Svetlana, but if she didn’t want you to know she was a threat there was a very big likelihood that you wouldn’t realize she was a threat. Poor, poor Lucien. Not understanding the value of money while being around Svetlana was almost as bad as simply handing over your entire bank account to her. She was about to have far far too much fun with this one. Which was great for her, she’d spent so much time holed up in the mansion due to the scarring from the werewolf attack that she hadn’t spent much time out in the city terrorising anyone capable of being terrorized.

As he restated his name to her, Svetlana snickered inside. How had she stumbled upon such a gem as this one? She would be able to play him like a master plays a violin. Making him sing in any way she wanted. She noted the curiosity and confusion that came over him as she moved in closer and she guessed that he wasn’t used to feminine contact such as this. Which made her highly amused to say the least. She was so used to her male vampire counterparts having extreme experience, and knowing exactly what to do with one such as herself. No, she most certainly was not French, but one could take on any other custom that might come in handy. She’d wanted to bring herself closer to him, see what kind of affect her presence had on him. Having pulled back, Sveta looked up into his eyes and noted the way he was looking at her, somewhat in awe. That worked well for her. She put a soft, happy smile on her face as she looked up at him, brushing a strand of her dark hard from her face before standing a little straighter to make sure that her breasts were in better view. She studied him for a moment, wondering what she should suggest doing with this one. She then decided that close proximity might just be the way to get this one even further under her finger. ”Would you- No you wouldn’t want to...” She made her words come out hesitant and unsure, as if she were almost shy in asking him. Tipping her head slightly to the side she studied him for a moment before proceeding once more. ”I was heading to the gazebo... There is a lovely violin player there. Would you like to come with me?” She asked him, her tone sweet and gentle, terribly endearing. To make herself seem even more imploring, she held out a hand to him. Almost like a small girl wanting the company of someone older to be there with her for safeties sake.

[lucien lockhart]

Lucien was unaware of the problem he had gotten himself into. He was unaware of how he could be toyed with by a vampire so much younger then he. He did not understand how anyone could or even would want to manipulate him. He’d been on earth for nearly a thousand years and never experienced the manipulation of females. He had been with one once when he was a mortal. She was a dumb girl and he regretted ever meeting her and regretted ever sleeping with her. It was honestly the dumbest thing he had ever done. He had suppressed this memory and pushed it from his mind and hoped that it would never ever happen again. Lucien trusted easily because he had been searching for someone to love and spend an eternity with. Forever was a really long time and he did not want to spend it alone. Perhaps this was the reason for his trust issues. He was perhaps the easiest vampire and Svetlana would have no problem manipulating and toying with this one.

Although Lucien may have been one of the smartest people in the world he was dumb in the ways of socializing. He looked over at this beautiful girl in front of her. With this closeness he was unable to think straight. She smelled intoxicating and he loved how her exotic eyes focused in on him. His eyes followed the curves of her body and he nervously bit his lip fighting the urge to back away and fighting the urge to back away. He barely could speak as is. He curiously stared at her tilting her head to the side. ”Go ahead and ask me anything….” he thought to himself. ”Of course! I’d love to go. I love the violin.” he said smiling down at her. He was happy that she didn’t push him away or wasn’t completely repulsed by the fact that this geek was flirting with her and trying to get her attention. He wondered if he’d be able to keep it or if he even deserved it from such a beautiful girl.

Lucien looked at her extended hand and wiped a bit of the sweat off of his palms and took it. His grip was firm yet gentle. He was mesmerized by the fact that someone as beautiful as her was looking in his direction and wanted to go with him to see a romantic violin performance like this one, especially when they were so close to nature. The birds singing and maybe on a night like tonight there would be fire flies and such beauty. He was so aware of natural beauty in the world and around it because of his years as an artist. He looked around curiously at her and wondered deep within his mind if something was wrong or if he should not trust like this or why someone so pretty would even so much as look at him. He was never truly sure what was going to happen. He smiled at her again and again feeling like a weight was lifted of his chest and like he was floating. He was wrapped around her finger and enthralled with her.

[svetlana oksana anatoliy]

Perhaps he didn’t exactly have a position in this city that would make him a target for manipulation. He wasn’t connected to any of the vampires in control and thus he was on the outskirts. However, he was old which made him strong and thus a good ally to have. His money also made him a target. For someone like Sveta, she needed men who would fall under her spell and give her whatever it may be that she wanted. The easier they did that and the more they had to offer, the better. Having a thousand year old vampire on her side would certainly not be a bad thing. Sure, he wasn’t as ancient as Lazarus, who would likely still be able to take Lucien on with little trouble, having five hundred years on him, but he would certainly be an asset.

As he excitedly said yes to her proposition, Svetlana smirked inwardly. And thus it began. The poor thing, he didn’t even realize that he was agreeing to walk off with the devil herself. It would be amusing for her to see just what she could get out of him, and how much. How long would it be before he came to realize that she didn’t care anything for him and it was only what he could give her that she cared about? As he consented to join her, Sveta tipped her head up so that she could meet his gaze and gave him a bright, and lovely smile. Her smile that said you had just pleased her more than anything and because of this she wanted to give you something in return. It was a lovely smile, a knee weakening smile. And of course, it was absolutely, one hundred percent fake. Not that you’d be able to tell this by looking at her, Sveta was fabulous at faking her emotions and making it seem like she was one thing when she was really another. ”Good, I’m pleased.” Her smile continued to beam up at him.

Her smile dimmed somewhat in intensity, becoming an over all, happy look to her face. This pleasant look didn’t fade, not even as she watched him dry his hand off on his pant leg before taking her hand. His was still slightly damp and she hated the sensation, wanting to pull her hand away. But she reminded herself of the potential for new jewellery or dresses this encounter may have if she played it right and so she left her hand where it was, clasped in his. She began tugging on his hand to lead him a little deeper into the park to where the gazebo was. Looking up at him, she smiled softly and prettily, letting only kindness show on her features. When they came to the gazebo the man was there, playing his violin while sitting on the top of one of the railings. Svetlana pulled Lucien up into the gazebo and slipped the violin player a few pounds as incentive to keep the music going. Turning to face the older vampire with her, she offered him yet another smile. ”Dance with me?” She asked sweetly, but didn’t give him time to reply as she figured it would end up being some form of no since he wasn’t the most graceful of men. Taking charge, Svetlana took his hand that had been clasped in hers and placed his arm around her waist so that his hand was now on the lower, flat of her back. His other hand she placed on her hip. When this was done she let her own arms rise, one hand on his shoulder, the other gently cupping the back of his neck. His hair was silky, that much she could tell from where it brushed against her fingers. Stepping up to him, their bodies were nearly touching. She didn’t want to overpower him with sensation too much, but the whole point of this was to have their nearness swamp him and further enthral. She had chosen the simplest form for them to take so that they would only need to sway and slowly turn in circles, a simple dance for a man not so steady on his feet. Taking the lead unless he should show initiative, Sveta began forcing them to sway and to move softly to the music.

[lucien lockhart]

Somewhere in Lucien's mind he knew that this was too good to be true and he knew something bad would come of this. He however pushed these thoughts completely out of his mind and ignored every one of them. Unlike other vampires, Lucien took little to no interest in the vampire hierarchy and avoided social gatherings religiously. Most of the vampires were unaware of his existence and surprised to meet him. The majority of them had never seen anything like Lucien. At first glance the others could tell he was intelligent but once he started talking he could be read like a book. Everything was written on his face and he was unable to keep emotions sealed within him. Lucien was as obvious as an open book.

Lucien was already weak in the knees and the weakness tripled ten fold when she smiled up at him. He was staring at perhaps one of the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Of course he was nervous and shy. He felt as if his legs had taken the shape of jello. Everything about her seemed almost perfect. He wondered how she could get so tan and look so exotic without being out in the sun. He was fixated on the way her soft brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and the way her sultry lips smiled at him. Her sultry fox-like eyes made him uneasy for a reason unbeknown to him. Eyes are the windows to the soul and he wondered what secrets lay behind those glistening eyes. He looked down at his feet cursing them for being so against walking on the ground. Thankfully he got to the gazebo without falling down and looking like an idiot. He already had stumbled in front of her twice and was rather embarrassed when it had happened. He smiled at her not knowing what to say in response to that. He figured that it would be best not to make a fool out of himself any further.

His had was touching hers. He suddenly felt a strange sense of dread come through his body. Her hand was soft and his was gross and sweaty. He was visibly nervous and rather uncomfortable. He figured he'd either smelt of incense or lab chemicals and felt disgusted with himself. He hoped he didn't smell too much like a lab, or a doctor's office. These anxieties floated through his mind as he looked at her. She was nearly perfect and certainly very beautiful. Lucien looked around again and again nervously. Lucien looked over. "Violin. All alone. Damn it," he thought. This was a romantic setting and Lucien knew that dancing was bound to happen. This was something he dreaded. He knew he was clumsy. "Uhhh...errr...m-maybe this isn't a good ide-" he noticed that she was happy and before he could reject the notion he was already dancing with her. His arms were around her waist and he looked down at her nervously. He was flustered and looked away quickly in an attempt to hide the fact that his cheeks were as red as tomatoes. He grinned nervously watching his feet. "Please don't trip or step on her feet," he begged himself and prayed that his body would not ignore his request. Scenes of him falling over and embarrassing himself replayed in his mind. He prayed that he would not take a tumble. He blushed nervously his skin began to match his silky red hair. He focused in on the violin listening to the notes. He grinned again nervously figuring he looked like an idiot and that if anyone was seeing this they could obviously tell Lucien's lack of rhythm and how experienced Svelta was with this. After a few minutes of pondering he decided that he was comfortable enough to look at her and stop watching his feet. "Perhaps this is easier then I thought," Lucien thought grinning nervously. He accidentally stepped on her foot and lept back. "I'm so sorry!" he blurted out. "Good job Lucien you've done it again!" he thought. "I'm so sorry," he repeated again biting his lip wondering whether she was annoyed with his clumsiness. He bit his lip nervously feeling a twinge of guilt. He should of watched his feet more.

[svetlana oksana anatoliy]

The fact that he was so open only made him easier prey for someone like Sveta who had schooled herself in the ways of men and in reading them. When she didn’t have to put any effort into figuring out what he was thinking it only made her attempts to manipulate him that much simpler. As he looked down at her, she could see the way her smile had affected him, the way his body almost seemed to shiver with his awareness of her, there was simply something in his eyes that spoke of breathlessness. It made that dark, evil part of her smirk in delight. What lay behind her eyes? Hidden behind her fake kindness and sweetness was a vile, twisted nature that took delight in the tragedy of others. There was nothing good about what lay behind her eyes. But unless she was in the process of torturing you or openly letting you know she hated you, you weren’t bound to be allowed to see that. Over the years Svetlana had grown very skilled at hiding her true nature from those that she didn’t want to know it. In some ways it was lucky for him that his clumsiness wouldn’t matter, nor would how much he made himself look like a fool. She was going to continue to be nice to him and shower him with attention. The bad thing was that this would only last so long as she was getting something from him in return. Once her need for him was over, so too would be her gentleness.

She could sense his anxiety and it only made her feel all that much more in control of the situation and what was helping. So long as he felt this way she would be able to have him do as she wanted. When and if he were able to feel confidence and put his foot down about something, that was when things would become more difficult. Despite his initial complaints the dancing had begun. Things seemed to be going relatively well and she was aware of his embarrassment and nervousness. He didn’t seem capable of looking her in the eye and didn’t appear to know quite what to do with himself. That was fine, once again, more power to her. Just as she was feeling him begin to relax a little the pain came to her toes. As he leapt back Sveta made a noise of pain and looked down to her foot. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth to hold back the snarl of contempt and kept her head bowed for the moment so that he wouldn’t see the utterly and completely pissed off look in her eyes. She wanted to set his hair on fire or drag her nails across his face for that one, instead she contained it all. Reminding herself that there was no room for her temper in this moment, she exhaled slowly. When she lifted her head, none of her anger and contempt was present on her features. ”It’s okay... Painful, but okay.” She shrugged her delicate shoulders and made a slight face that said ‘it happens’. ”I like... I like having company.” She stepped a little closer to him, making herself sound a little uncertain if not a bit shy as she continued. ”Would you come for a walk with me instead?” Perhaps they could take a walk through the woods for a bit before venturing passed a few shops... Her green-grey eyes lifted to peer up at him, pleading in her gaze. Let him think she was all alone and had no one, should he feel sorry for her and feel enthralled by her beauty, all the better.

Svetlana tucked her arm through his, stepping up closer to him, her body pressing slightly against his arms as she continued to look up at him. ”Will you?” She asked. Somehow she either had to get this one to shops where she could somehow convince him to buy her things, or have him take her back to his residence so that she could search through his things and swipe any money or credit cards within swiping range. Depending on how useful he turned out to be, she might just let him see her again.