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The One With The Eyes Of Ice

Walking briskly through the dark alley I open my senses to my surroundings: the smell of damp concrete, the groups of oblivious humans stumbling drunk from the clubs down the street, the smell of their blood pumping through their veins. I smirk to myself as I round the corner and flip my long hair over my shoulder, catching a few of the men standing outside with their cigarettes hanging from their mouths staring as I approach.

"Excuse me, you couldn't possibly know where Adam Street is do you?" I ask with a small hint of seduction. The young man directly in front of me looks me over with hungry eyes before removing the lit bud from his lips.

"A block over that way. There's nothing really over there but a martial arts studio though," he replies blowing a cloud of smoke and pointing to his left. All four of these men all scream money, and all are dressed like snobby playboys, one even looks like the familiar play-boy I used to call my friend. I throw a man-eating smile at them as I walk by them, throwing a thank you over my shoulder. If I didn't have a very important meeting, I would have stayed and charmed one or two of them, but I can't be late.

Heading towards Adam Street, the sounds of the main strip tamper off and the only thing I can hear is the sound of my heels clicking against the cement and the woosh of my dress as it shifts in the wind. I know that I stand out like a sore thumb, dressed in a blood red slip dress that meets my midthigh and ankle length black heeled boots in the late April night, but the point is to be noticed when I get to where I need to be.

I take in a deep breath as I reach the intersection and see the studio across the street. Now to lay in wait. The instant I step out of the shadow of the alley, I am pushed back forcefully into the brink wall of the building beside me.

"You're late." A familiar Russian accent says gruffly, and I giggle, running my fingers up the chest that has me pinned against the wall.

"Easy killer, I got lost. And you're early, the studio is still open," I say off-handed and rub myself against him. He growls and grabs my chin firmly, lifting my head up to meet his eyes.

"Still. I've been here for 10 minutes," Dimitri says, and I shake my head out of his grip. I don't understand why he is getting so bent out of shape over this, it's not his game tonight; it's mine. He asked me what I wanted to do after he awakened me on the bridge, and this was the first thing that came to mind.

"Comrade," I purr and reach up to grasp the back of his neck. Even as a strigoi, I still have an upper hand over him when I do things in certain ways. I pull him down to me and lick his bottom lip before crushing his lips to mine and he grips my hips tightly. "I promise, this will be the best meal, ever." I whisper against his lips. He groans and moves his lips down to my neck and nips at my skin, making me roll my head to the side.

Good thing I did, or I wouldn't have seen the people pooling out of the studio.

"We're going to have to pick this up later baby, we need to go," I groan pushing both of us away from the wall. He growls before standing up straight and turning his attention to the street.

"How do you want to do this?" He asks, running a hand down my back. I stand quietly for a few minutes observing the number of people in the parking lot before answering. I may have been extremely impulsive as a dhampir, but as a Strigoi I am a little more meticulous when I have my eyes on something. Many times Dimitri has told me how much value my mind is when it comes to formulating plans.

"I want you to head towards the house and I tail her from behind, just close enough to make her paranoid," I say turning and looking up at his crimson ringed eyes. He nods his head which causes his loose locks to shift in the breeze more and I have to force myself not to push him back to the wall and take him there.