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Fuck yeah!
I'm buzzing with energy after this win. We are getting off the stage. The rush of adrenalin, more than just fresh. My group Danger Theory perfectly swooped in between Huntrix and Saja boys and stole the win.
The huntrix members are out here thinking they are the sole protector of the honmoon
But we are always in the back, fixing cracks and keeping everything stable. We are well known, not as big as Huntrix but we weren't supposed to be. We are just support. Nothing. More...
And yet, we stepped in. Into the light.
Cause Huntrix never has been this bad before. There are holes everywhere in the honmoon. And despite the advice of our master, we are taking over.
We are better. Stronger. Cooler~
And the masses love us. The barrier looks better than never before.
We enter the backstage area. Where the Saja boys sit with grimaces plaguing their faces. They also just heard the news.
Their eyes are on us as we pass them. We had this air of nonchalant smugness around us. But me? I liked to step a little further.
A wide grin spreads on my lips and my middle finger is up. The black nail polish gleaming in the light.
Their glares sharpened, their marks flashing for a moment.
Oh they were pissed.
And I love it. Nothing more satisfying then- holy shit he has pretty eyes. Baby? I think that was his name. He looked unbothered, but he had to be fuming on the inside.
Good, I gulp, lost in the golden shimmer of his gaze. When suddenly a sharp pain shoots across my hand.
"Ouch-"
I hiss, Rin had slapped my half gloved hand down. Thankfully, they buffered the impact.
With my mood ruined, I rub my hand and slip into the middle of our five members. I could hear the others laughing, and my lips pressed into a long exaggerated line, annoyed.
It doesn't take long till we are back at our hotel. We split up into our rooms. I plop down on my bed and release a breath in relief.
When suddenly I hear a knock. I groan in annoyance and don't bother to move.
"Whoever you are, fuck off!"
God, please don't let it be Rin. He'll scold me.
"Really? You want me to leave?" It's deep yet sweet.
I tense up, my brows furrow and I slowly turn my head towards the door.
"You." I spit and then continue,
"Either this is an ambush or you are a fucking idiot." What business could Baby possibly have walking into a hunter's den. Did he have back up with him?
I can hear him scoff. "Are you not gonna open the door?" There's fake innocence in his voice.
"For a demon? What, need me to invite you in next?" I ask, not without amusement.
"What if I say pretty please?" He asks with a clear undercut of sarcasm.
"Only if you beg." I shoot back. It's quiet for a moment. And then he speaks up.
"Don't tell me you are scared? Did that look we shared rattle you that much?" Now he was mocking me. Just what was his angle? If he wanted to, he could teleport in.
"Of you? You are anything but scary, baby." I say, his name dripping from my tongue as a taunt. He could let himself in, my door was unlocked. Yet, he didn't? He wasn't a vampire. That be absurd. Those were mystical creatures!
"Baby, please, why don't you just come inside." I use a mock nice tone. "Bitch." I mutter under my breath. My dagger already summoned. I leisurely flip it in my hands. Catching it at the sharp tip and then at the blunt end.
"Why thank you." He replies just as passive aggressively. "Lazy waste of space." He said under his breath. And my eye twitches.
"I caught that!" I hiss. And the door clicks open.
"Oh, you did?" He replies unbothered. As if he couldn't give less of a shit.
There was no one else. Just him.
"Are you perhaps suicidal?" I ask, entertained while casually pointing with my blade at him.
His hands are in his pocket. Eyes on mine, a charming look on his face.
"If it's at your hands." I blink at him. I must have misheard.
"Excuse you?" I squint, a shudder walking down my back. "Are you flirting with me?"
As if I walked right into his trap. A devilish smile paints his lips as he steps closer and leans in a little.
"Do you want me too?" His cute features paired with that devious look were quite the contrast.
I couldn't help the acceleration of my heart. Perhaps from the danger I was sensing.
"Hmm, you sure are pretty." I say, my head tilted to look up at him from where I sat on my bed.
"But you must know." I get up. My voice low. Hot. My grip tightening around my dagger. He steps back.
"I eat demons like you for breakfast."
A lone chuckle escapes his lips.
"Oh no." His sarcasm was thick. Smirking at me while he backs up further with my every step.
"You're hot when you're being an ass." His back hit the wall. And it was casual when he crossed his arms.
It catches me off guard once more. My skin pricking into goosebumps. And the look I gave him was completely befuddled.
Then his arms moved. So quick I could barely twitch by the time I was against the cool of a painted stone wall.
My hand had moved on instinct, the metal of my dagger now pressing into the skin of his neck. Parts of his skin glowed purple for a moment. One of his hands was pressing my shoulder into the wall with major strength, while his other arm rested above my head.
His and my breath mixed. Heat crept up my neck and ears.
"You know. I heard about a hunter who moved in the shadows. Laughed like a brat. And killed like they enjoyed it." He says it so alluringly.
"You are cuter than I thought." His hand that previously was pushing me back now moved to my chin. Just to hold it in place, cause my gaze already was on his golden one.
I grin up at him.
"That's me." I drag my knife down from his throat towards his abdomen. Where I keep it pointed as if I was about to stab. With just enough pressure to not break through yet.
"I love it when they scream. When I tear their head off and lick the blood off my dagger." I said with satisfaction. And press the knife deeper, forcing him to move back. "When." I poke with the knife. "Creatures." I pull back. "Like you." I stab, just enough to tear skin. "Suffer~" I say with pleasure. "I feel satisfied." I whisper, tugging the knife a bit deeper. He hits my bed with a grunt.
His disguise flickers. And then drops. By the time, he has fallen onto my soft mattress with a bounce. His true colours shine. Nothing but a filthy demon.
My jaw clenched and I climbed on top of him. Beneath it all, my heart thumped and my blood pumped.
His lips parted, eyes wide in surprise.
He looked good like this. But why? Why was he letting me do this?
"Cruelty looks good on you." His voice was clear. No sarcasm. No mocking. Just truth as he looked up at me in admiration.
I tense up. There was a blush on his cheek. Was he into this?! Ugh, of course a demon loves blatant sadism. Was I really bad enough to attract a demon?
Truly I did enjoy power, but right now in hopes of intimidating him I've done the opposite. And he seemed into it.
My heartbeat was a mess, and I wasn't all the bite I was barking. Yeah, I was ruthless but was I as cruel as I made myself out to be?
No! Of course not.
I just liked it when it looked like that.
"Don't back out now." His sharp clawy hand sneaks around mine and guides my weapon to his chest.
My breath hitches, my every muscle coiled, AND THEN I BRING IT DOWN!
It stabs right through with a horrible ripping sound.
Into the mattress just over his shoulder.
His pupils shrunk, a gasp escaping him and his chest rising and falling quicker than before. His golden eyes flick to the dagger beside his head and then back to me.
Almost if he was scared? Or excited?
My lips were dry. My hands shakily cupped his cheeks.
"Don't look at me like that."
His eyes are lidded, lazy. His hand tangles in my collar, and he pulls me down.
"Just admit it." He says with disapointment. His eyes flicking to my lips before a smirk covered his.
"You can't do it." It was a taunting whisper against my lips. Before he connected them.
My breath caught in my throat and a noise of surprise escaped me. His lips were soft and wet against mine. And they moved so smoothly. As they touched and slid against each other in a slow, dragged rhythm.
I kissed back. Heat pooling and pouring out with every lewd sound that filled the room. My hand trailed down from his jaw to his chest.
Just above where his heart should be. My hand stabs into the flesh, tearing through his clothes. And I don't even realize the claws I've grown.
His lips part with a groan, and I push my tongue inside. They tangle as I probe my fingers in the wound. Not deep enough to be lethal, just enough to feel his blood pooling and smudging against my fingertips.
I could feel his heart beat vibrate against mine.
He pushes me back softly and our lips part. My hand slowly slips out of his chest, leaving a trail of blood against his clothes.
He pants, his cheeks hot as could be. Then smugly in-between breathes.
"Told you."
And I swallow the saliva that has pooled in my mouth. My lips still tingling. And my own chest hurting. How could I?
I should have killed him. But I kissed him. I wanted to kiss him.
Purple lines bloom across my skin. Decorating it with shame.
My voice shakes. "This- this was your plan all along." I look at my trembling hand, one covered in blood, one clean and both trembling. They were long, slim, with dangerously pointy nails.
"It was almost too easy. Just for a moment, you almost had me scared." He taunts now sitting up. "Jinu had to go through all the trouble of lying. I like it easier." He crosses one leg up, and letting the other dangle from the bed. He rests his head on his arm.
"Still going to protect your honmoon, even if it means it'll kill you?"
It was all planned. They saw the way I looked at him. That's why they sent him. And it worked.
How shameful.