Her appeal was more than that of an attractive woman, enhanced to the point it was stifling; akin to the feeling of thirst for someone lost in the Sahara. The longer he looked at her, the more he would feel that irrational attraction, and though Kitja needn't alter her levels of presence to get such a reaction from the marine, she was aware of what she was capable of. Legends of sirens and those who called great men to their doom spoke little of how harmless these creatures seemed when captured. Kitja's ruse was that she was small and weak, and while held captive by the marine, it may have appeared such was true. It would be foolish on her part to give away secrets so early in their discussion.
"You cannot barter for my loyalty, neznakomets." He was speaking to someone else while she watched, helplessly hanging from where the massive gauntlet retained it's hold. The buzz circulating through her consciousness was still present, albeit faint, and Kitja half hoped a familiar voice would cut through the static of the voices panicking. So far, she hadn't been so fortunate, though it was a good sign that so many were still alive. Casualties were expected, but this wasn't an immediate annihilation of their kind, and for that reason, she continued resistant to the marine and his offers. "Unless you can promise Kindred sovereignty or something of that nature, I have no reason to speak up." The only interest she seemed to show was sparked by his latter question concerning other xenos available to be scapegoats for the time being.
As she felt no guilt for the great slew of crimes she had committed over the centuries, the passing of blame from her kind to another was completely within the realm of possibilities for the Vampire. Of course, she would need time to figure out just what race would be the best option for this plan. Resistance would be her only way to buy time in her current state, locked to the wall of the tailoring shop by the male's hold. "Why would I tell you of the others?" What was once a wall beside them was destroyed in the blink of an eye, and her position shifted to face away from the marine as she was led through the dark lobby. "Why did you bring me here-" Her question was stopped by how he positioned her over the counter top, with her stomach pressed along the side of the wood while her rear end faced the stranger.
Eyes widened in the darkness, making out the shapes as his message rang through their and private dim setting. "Is this what you've come for?" Kitja tried to spin back around to face the larger figure, but the hand he had planted on her hip kept her firmly in place where he wanted her to remain; prone. "A man without morals is one without the light of God." It wasn't so much anger residing in the fiber of her being at this point, but a morbid curiosity brought upon by a lengthy life span and a sick sense of humor. Kitja catered to her captor when she asked softly,
"What do you plan to do to me?"
"You cannot barter for my loyalty, neznakomets." He was speaking to someone else while she watched, helplessly hanging from where the massive gauntlet retained it's hold. The buzz circulating through her consciousness was still present, albeit faint, and Kitja half hoped a familiar voice would cut through the static of the voices panicking. So far, she hadn't been so fortunate, though it was a good sign that so many were still alive. Casualties were expected, but this wasn't an immediate annihilation of their kind, and for that reason, she continued resistant to the marine and his offers. "Unless you can promise Kindred sovereignty or something of that nature, I have no reason to speak up." The only interest she seemed to show was sparked by his latter question concerning other xenos available to be scapegoats for the time being.
As she felt no guilt for the great slew of crimes she had committed over the centuries, the passing of blame from her kind to another was completely within the realm of possibilities for the Vampire. Of course, she would need time to figure out just what race would be the best option for this plan. Resistance would be her only way to buy time in her current state, locked to the wall of the tailoring shop by the male's hold. "Why would I tell you of the others?" What was once a wall beside them was destroyed in the blink of an eye, and her position shifted to face away from the marine as she was led through the dark lobby. "Why did you bring me here-" Her question was stopped by how he positioned her over the counter top, with her stomach pressed along the side of the wood while her rear end faced the stranger.
Eyes widened in the darkness, making out the shapes as his message rang through their and private dim setting. "Is this what you've come for?" Kitja tried to spin back around to face the larger figure, but the hand he had planted on her hip kept her firmly in place where he wanted her to remain; prone. "A man without morals is one without the light of God." It wasn't so much anger residing in the fiber of her being at this point, but a morbid curiosity brought upon by a lengthy life span and a sick sense of humor. Kitja catered to her captor when she asked softly,
"What do you plan to do to me?"
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