The Ripper

William Jack Holloway

It was almost pleasurable, in a way, the way her cocky grin faltered for just a moment at the true notion of just how fast the man truly was. There was no fear in her eyes - not really - and to that the man was honestly impressed with her. How many supernaturals had quivered just from the sight of him? And here he had this tiny blonde - if you could call her white hair that - thing pressed against the brick wall with his blade against the tender flesh of her neck, and she showed no signs of nay hesitation. No, she merely continued to sass him. And that alone was almost enough to convince him not to harm her more so than the shrug she'd been keen to give him had left that trail of blood on her neck. Truly, he had no intentions of killing her - after all, it seemed as though the Council had already found him. But that didn't mean he couldn't shake her up a little, right? His fingers squeezed on that pressure point so expertly, pressing hard until the stubborn girl's fingers finally dropped that blade to the ground at their feet. "Impressive you could hold on that long, dove," He purred, his eyes sparkling as he regarded her with the compliment.

He chuckled as she chirped on about the blade that he had so readily kicked across the pavement, the girl prattling on about how some women treasured objects. "My sister particularly enjoyed collecting fans - she loved the art of flirting with them. And trust me kitten, I loved my sister, but I would not hesitate to snap the bloody thing in half if she held it against me." He was not immune to the way that seductive smile curled upon her lips, his own mouth moving to match the look on her features. The girl seemed keen to comment on his gentlemanly skills, the very ones that were keeping her pressed against the wall with his hands on her. "Sure," He chuckled as he moved that dagger, watching her eyes follow it. He hardly expected the girl to understand the carvings on the side of the blade, even if it meant so incredibly much to him. Still, he couldn't help but notice the way her eyes lingered on the blade. "Pretty, isn't she? I call her Daisy."

His focus was entirely thrown the instant she began speaking about the concept of bases, the Victorian man's brows instantly furrowing, his head tilting to the side in his confusion. "Bloody hell, what are you blathering on about? Bases?" His eyes followed down her gesture to her breasts, which only seemed to confuse the man even more. What did that have to do with bases? Luckily, she seemed to pull him expertly from that trail of thoughts and back to the thought at hand. "Darling," He chuckled. "It's hard not to run when you're a wanted man." And it was true, wasn't it? His name was right up there on the Most Wanted list for the Council, otherwise they wouldn't spend so much time and effort tracking him down. It was expected, he supposed, when you had accidentally became one of the world's most notorious serial killers.

When she spoke again regarding the bidding she was doing this evening, he couldn't help but believe her despite the dangerous grin on her lips. After all, how many times had he been in the same position? "You see, I got out of that by â€"" His voice was cut off by the way her hand slammed into his arm. He hadn't meant to hurt her, and now she'd gotten the length of his blade traced down her chest. He hardly had a chance to react, however, before she ducked under his arm and suddenly it was his back against the wall and the dagger she'd produced was against his chest. "What, can't reach my throat?" He teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement at the tiny blonde. There was no fear in the man, and as such his arm fell almost to his side, the dagger still clutched within it.

The words that slipped through her lips caused him to smile in that relaxed way. "Ah, so you recognized that symbol on my blade, did you princess?" He laughed softly, his eyes traveling down to the dagger on her suit. She was a tiny, spritely thing, and it would be so easy to overpower her with force. But that would be no fun, would it? "As for your suit, you'll find sewing was never my forte." He chuckled, meeting those pretty eyes of hers. He glanced down at the blade again, chuckling. "You're quite scary when you're feisty. Unfortunately, I don't easily get scared. Though the dagger here does present a harder problem for me to escape, doesn't it?" He leaned down then, his hand moving as though he was going to grab her arm but instead it was his lips that caught hers, pressing that kiss from to her lips to distract her. Quickly, he twisted to press her against the brick wall with his singular hand wrapped around both of her tiny wrists behind the girl. She was pinned, then, with his weight against her. It was only then that he pulled his mouth back, his lips wide in that cocky grin of his.

"Got any other tricks, kitten?"

But darling -- it's only human nature.