Anita found herself stuck on the image of a panther as she watched him move towards her and then to the table across from her. Her tongue darted over her lips in an attempt to hide her surprise at his limp. He didn’t seem to be in any sort of pain and his gait shifted in a way that was familiar, as if he had been living with it for however long he’s been walking the cold nights. But, as always, another darker calling caught her attention and she was found shuffling slightly as the warm and inviting scent of coffee greeted her as friend.
“Then someone’s been talking too much,” Anita tossed a muttering grunt at the idea of Jean-Claude and tentatively picked up a glass of coffee. She wasn’t too easily persuaded in trusting the vampire, as her trust scale with any vampire was incredibly low, but she understood their practices of manners and shadows. Didn’t like them. But she wasn’t going to risk her life over a damn cup of coffee.
“If it’s all the same to you,” She gifted him a tight lip smile, finally deciding to sit opposite of him, and yet far enough that she could draw her weapon if he’d moved a couple of inches within a blink of the eye. “I’d rather not take that risk.”
Anita shifted again in her seat as the thought of Nikolaos resurfaced, bringing with it a rush of emotions bridging from anger to sorrow all in one. “Yes?” She grunted a response, tilting her head dangerously. “What do you want to know?”
He watched all of her movements carefully, he knew who she was and that she would be armed tonight, but he had put his trust in her that she would not draw on him, not that he would inform her of this…..yet. “Perhaps not talking enough, many of the vampires around here are scared of you Ms. Blake, now I know that you are the executioner, and I will not lie that I had expect someone a little more intimidating than yourself.” He told her with a grin, managing not to flash his fangs at her.
“I understand not wanting to take the risk but if I had wanted to hurt you or use my powers on you I would have done so the moment you stepped into this club.” Axel studied her face as he mentioned Nikolaos, it was clear to him that she had been involved with what had happened to the master vampire.
“Why did you and Jean-Claude decide to kill her?” He asked as he sipped his tea, he had only assumed that the vampire had been involved in the killing as not all of what happened had been told to him.
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