The sorceress shook her head in resignation. It was pretty much always this way with vampires... no drama to petty or small to drop everything and cause a scene. It seemed that as a species, they knew of only two ways to deal with the endless stretch of time - either escalating every small issue into a world-shattering affair, or succumbing to soul-crushing enui. She knew that anything she said was likely to make things worse, but she couldn't resist a small dig at the petulant male's sudden change of philosophy. "Come, now, Sir Mask... Let it all out. Surely talking makes it better and some secrets are best left known..."
Eyes turning blood red, D'Artigo now pays very much attention to Erina. Grabbing her writs, he wrenches them off of his shoulders, forces them together to one hand, and grabs her feet. Picking her up off the ground, and having her hang there by her ankles and wrists, D'Artigo says.
"I don't like being touched. Nor do I like repeating myself. You will find out. Later"
"And Lamiel, you are correct. Some secrets are best left known, and some others are best left unknown. Mine are not the best to know."
Posted on 2009-01-13 at 03:33:41.
Edited on 2009-01-13 at 03:42:56 by gboy
Erina froze. She didn't say anything and her body went into it's natural defense, her heart stopping instantly. Fallen Angels always commited unitentional suicide anytime death threatened.
Erina had done what her species did and had a minute before she truly died.