Blue lay on the ground doubting his life, where am I? Who am I?
Kyle ca out with a towel tied around his waist, drying his hair with a hairdryer. He noticed Blue was still out of it and crossed over the cat's body to open the wardrobe. The hangers clanged as he searched for clothes to wear. His hands stopped on a black uniform. 'hmm, this could blend well in the dark,' He thought.
He took it out, put it on, and opened his knife suitcase, picking up a dagger. He secured it in an ankle holster.
"Stop moping, let's go," he said to his cat and switched off the light. Opening the window gently, he slipped out of it. He landed agilely on the ground without a scratch or sign of pain, after jumping from three stories high.
The cat followed at his heels as Kyle crept stealthily towards the Mansion, using the shadows to hide himself and lowering his breathing to a re whisper.
Inside, Cyra sensed different breaths heading for the Mansion. Her eyes flashed with delight. She carried her sleeping husband to another room, and just as she was about to lay him on the bed, his eyes opened.
"People are here," He said, with his sleepy gaze sharpening. He wanted to get down but Crya stopped him
"I know. Go back to sleep or watch sothing. I'll handle them myself." He saw her mischievous, playful gaze and relaxed. He had a feeling these people were dood in her hands.
Ever since she beca a vampire, she has been more deadly than before.
He closed his eyes, trying to go back to sleep, he felt no worry and cuddled into the soft duvet.
She walked back to her room and made sure to leave her room door unlocked. She closed her eyes, controlling her breath.
After well into the night, her door was opened soundlessly. The woman saw her sleeping form and moved soundlessly toward the bed but Cyra could hear her heartbeat. The woman pulled out a silenced gun and aid it near Cyra's neck.
Cyra's eyes opened before the woman could blink, she was knocked unconscious. There was no suspense at all.
Cyra dragged the body under her bed and sat up. Pretending to sleep for the next attack seed boring, so she leaned back against the bed, her gaze on the door.
The second person entered, only to find his target looking at him.
His deanor changed to that of seductive, innocent beauty, that Cyra thought it was a trick of the light.
His face, however, was convincing-seductive, with watery, innocent eyes a combination that would tempt any woman. But Cyra remained indifferent, watching as he "accidentally" showed hints of his cleavage in a shy move. she held in yawns, wanting to see where he was going with this.
"Madam...I-I'm sorry, I didn't an to barge into your room...I feel scared living by myself in the room... The trees beat on my window, startling awake. I'm so scared..." He blinked innocently, tears pooling in his eyes as if he was dependent on her to save him. His face was etched with such trust and helplessness that could move even the stone-hearted of won.
"So...how do you want to help?" Cyra's low-pitched tone made the man shiver. He felt tingles in his spine. If she wasn't his target he would have given himself to her. The man was beautiful in his own right and believed no one could resist his charm.
Cyra slowly got down from the bed, the strap of her singlet slipping off her shoulder, revealing the top of her pale breasts and her nipples peeking through the clothes.
The man swallowed hard feeling hot, his gaze moving down her exposed thighs.
He stood there foolishly, lost in the sight of her. He tried to seduce her but he was the one being seduced.
Cyra stood in front of him, and holding his chin, "Hmm. I'll pluck out your eyes for staring at with sure a filthy gaze," she whispered into his ears, with a matter-of-fact tone, as if she was discussing the weather.
The man's eyes darkened, and he tried to scratch her with the poison on his fingers, but he was slamd on the neck and fell unconscious.
Kyle witnessed everything from the beginning. He felt a liquid flowing from his nose and he wiped it, only to see his blood.
It was not because of her seductive aura, it was the heat. Blue looked at his master suspiciously, seeing his master's bleeding nose.
"Stop looking... It was too much pepper I had this afternoon that caused the nosebleed....don't think rubbish." He communicated through his mind to Blue.
"I didn't say anything...ow," Blue replied, but his face filled with I don't believe you, look.
Kyle felt soone's gaze on him. He t Cyra's gaze and he almost fell down the ceiling in shock.
She smiled when she saw his flustered state before she focused on the next person coming.
She sat near the bedpost and patiently waited.
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