The vehicle seemed to purr beneath her fingertips with such power that she took advantage of... allowing the disappointment left not too far behind her.. within the depths of that forsaken forest. She enjoyed the way the imported exotic super car handled those roads with agile grace and better yet, style. It hardly took too long to find her way back to the western borders, familiar territory in which she reigned. A trip that had held so much potential that had been squandered by the disobedient men that could hardly pay the part... they had planned. A scowl seemed to ruin that beauty of her features, her fingers tightening upon the steering wheel... that threatened to leave a permanent dent within it. Her attire had to ruined... all save for the ice around her wrist. As far as she was concerned the two men could enjoy each other's company for the rest of the evening.. the wicked temptress entirely content to rise her own mayhem to the denizens of Sacrosanct once her outfit was rectified. She would wear that pleasing bracelet.. the very one that glinted from the overhead street lights overhead. There was considerable thought in the very gift, one she could not see from the blinded anger that clawed at her from within. It was that final turn that saw her car turn into the parking lot of Syn.. she waved her keyfob that gave her access to the parking garage that was home to her cherished fleet. Once the Lykan was safely stowed in its spot, the car squealing at that sudden sharp turn.
She all but stormed into the confines of her bedroom, quick to remove every last stitch of clothing in barely any time at all, tossing it all except for that bracelet into the trash. Of course, those boots could have been salvaged.... But she could barely stand the look of them... her mood nothing short irritable. Even the felines within that room seemed to smartly steer clear of their wicked mistress.... Save for one who seemed to silently stalk her mistress. One of the clouded leopards Mekal.. named after the goddess of pestilence who dared to approach, braver than the others who seemed content to lounge at their very stations... watching her as if sense to read her fickle agitation. An art failed by many. It had taken her at least twenty minutes to return her skin to its flawless perfection once more. How she loathed that Tetradore had dare lay a single claw upon her. He did not suffer enough, she was sure.. that thought alone seemed to simmer within her mind.. a taunt sneer growing upon her lips.
Risque shortly after returning her appearance to its rightful state then rove through her jammed packed closet. No, she did not desire anything akin to what she wore before. Instead she switched to leather, a far more durable material that could withstand blood.. Leather fitted pants, a leather crop top and motojacket the remained open. She paired it with a pair of femme fatale heels, black that seemed to match everything else, the bottoms painted a bloodied red, the heel a sharp glinting silver. She slid across that room to her vanity, fixing every last tangle of her hair to perfection. A growl escaped her as the slightest crumble of a leaf that disastrously clung to her thick wavy midnight locks, removing it with a pinch and flick of her fingers, Mekal curling beneath her, pressing against her leg. What a precarious place to rest... while her anger practically flooded the room with crackling unraveled power. She leaned forward, closer to her mirror and plucking a shade from the copious shades she had, ignoring the feline at her feet as she painted that darkened bloodied stain to her lips. That was when she heard that confident rap against the door. She was certain she had enough of either man.. more than content to have abandoned them totally. Her mood apparently still soured.. part of her seemed content to ignore that door. Perhaps.. one last chance... after all.. all that added rope only offered that much more slack to wrap that noose around their necks.
She rose languidly from the velvet lined chair, strutting toward that door. She swung upon the door with conviction.
Wet cat.... Was not a pleasant smell and it assaulted her the moment that waft assaulted her nose.. Darcy too, still smelled of that forest. Darcy already had a compliment upon his lips as if he searched for ways to please her. She looked down upon her still wet feline her nose wrinkling at his musk. Where was the conditioning spray? It at least had a pleasant scent.. but it would seem he had done what she had ask. Narrowed eyes slid back to Darcy at the mention of that basement. It at the very least prevented her from sending them away... he curiousity piquing at the promise of that surprise.
"He smells as foul as a.... wet dog." She turned upon her heel pinching that key between her fingers sliding it into her pocket of that jacket... also grasping at that spray upon her countertop. It was a mild essential oil mix of midnight flowers, providing a scent that was pleasant.... Those hints of jasmine toying with her nose as she brought that old fashion spray perfume bottle to her nose. Swiftly she returned... her pale eyes judging her cold wet... Tetradore.. It would do. She must have squeezed that pump far more than she had to... the panther was drenched in that veil of fine spray to conceal that wet fur smell. It would have to do if she was going to stand his presence. "That should suffice.." She knew Tetradore would dislike being covered in that scent along with those biting silver prongs that threatened to singe into his flesh simply whenever she pleased.
Now what could bring them into the basement? How little she said as they made their way further into the labyrinth of Syn.. deep into the hellish bowels.. another sadistic dimension to her hellish playground. Many who had come down here were most likely not bound to make it out. They did not stop until they reached the room that lingered at the very end. How well she knew that route as it was one of her most favoured rooms... full of all her toys and trinkets she had collected over the years. Her torture room... was designed with to contain anything she could want and more. It was her playground... and endless source of entertainment. This was where she planed to drag Cade what she stripped him of his pride.... Only to cut that hope out of him too... How she looked forward to that day to exact her wickedly warped sense of justice.
That disdain lessened slightly when she offered her lover a questioning look instead... that heavy thick door was heaved open. It was thick, ornate with that rich mahogany wood. It was custom with extra soundproofing medium to block out the screams she would summon. This was a decidedly bold place to bring her when he mood... was this ominous. How easily it could end up with either or both of them strapped to one of those machines... or fastened to that wall. Yet another silver wall... only this one was more dynamic. When her eyes swept across that room she was not prepared for it to be full of black balloons littered across that whole room,... a great deal of effort went into decorating that very room... however it seemed almost distracted by Tetradore's overpowering scent. She could smell him a mile away.... If he should have attempted escape tonight... or even within a week.... She was certain she could find him across the city by mere scent alone. How... unfortunate.
Perhaps she had over done.. it this once not that she would ever admit that out loud. Without prompting she moved right to that machine before a new scent flooded her nose... but it was hard to truly make it out over the overbearing scent her panther now wore. At the very least she didn't have to smell that damn forest anymore.
"I know what it is... I had something just like this once... when.... Oh.." She could not help how she touched it, examining that craftsmanship. This was built far more sturdy, it made with hard wood, polished with pride as if some craft smith took great pride in his work. "Oh my.." She mused darkly at its potential encircling it, her skilled fingers making sure to touch every part of it near intimately. "Its better than I remember.." A slow spreading malicious grin suddenly spread across her closed lips. Her gaze snapped back to Darcy.. "Oh I more than like it.." There was something dangerous and knowing lurking behind that pale hypnotic stare, her tongue running along her teeth idly. Perhaps Darcy would make for a perfect victim to toy with... or even Tetradore.. both had been particular bad tonight. Just who was worse? Perhaps they both could take turns. Something akin to delight seemed to circle, slithering about her mind before movement of Darcy's arm gestured toward a cage she had not...noticed before.. oh.. how had she not? Perhaps it was because of those copious amount of balloons that hindered her vision. Her thoughts of how she could enjoy both men seemed to be put on hold.. Oh that was that other smell.
"I thought you were offering me yourself." How she should have known that he had planned for this very train of thought. After all, Darcy was nothing short of exceptional at saving his own skin. She rose a manicured brow in curiousity. "Let us see what we have here."
She moved with that iconic feline grace throughout that room where that scent of fae grew more potent.. Those delicious notes... still almost overpowered by Tetradore's scent.. But even still... the aroma was undeniable... that much coveted fae blood was enough to stir that hunger within her. It was also distinctly male who cowered in the far back of that cage as Risque's hand pressed against the smooth surface of that iron cage. He hugged his knees to his chest, shaking, his fear palpable.. How that resemblance was striking. Of course, it was not the fae she had wished to see... but it certainly looked like him. For a moment she all but stared at him unblinking, vague recognition churning within her mind. Darcy had no idea of the true meaning of that very gift... that mention that the key she possessed opened that very cage. "He look absolutely... edible.." What a gift! How many fantasies had she dreamed about since the last fae she had... Of course... she could barely help herself and killed the poor fellow before... she was even finished with him. Tonight will be different. After all.... This one looked the closest to Matteo... than she had ever seen. How her mind began to tumble down that dangerously violent dance... entirely focused upon her once closest... companion.
"He is so young.... Oh.. you have surely outdone yourself. I think I can almost forgive you." How well.. Darcy knew her.. that it was... lethal.
Just enough to draw a smile to her lips as she pressed against that cage almost intimately as though she enjoyed the feel of that metal against her. "Bonjour mon vieil ami.." She uttered in that liquid enigmatic way of hers. The man seemed to watch her in confusion flinching at her voice as if he knew what was to come. How easily she allowed those fangs to flash then, like a slight striptease as if in some unspoken promise to use them. His fear smelled delicious on him, that distinct scent of fae blood weaving like mouthwatering candy. The most expensive. Rare and coveted blood of their kind. And most importantly all hers to play. Maybe she could spare him with a few mouthfuls if he was lucky, she might even force Tetradore to sample Fae flesh simply because it would probably distress him more.. How she envisioned so many moments like this one, with various outcomes in this dark dance. She could have ordered Darcy to retrieve the cowering man, but she was the one with key and she wanted to savour this very moment.
How easy it was to forget those past transgressions in that moment when she plucked that key from the depths of her pocket, feeling the cool metal between her fingers. She seemed to revel in that very moment, allowing the fae some time to allow that fear that pumped so delectably so to thud temptingly within his veins.
"He smells like candy." She mused to herself before unlocking that cage.. the poor fae could not get any farther away than he already could.. "P-p-please.." He stuttered, barely able to get out that word, his body vibrating with fear.
"Such a timid little chickadee.. The poor thing looks traumatized. Did you play with him before I had the chance Darcy?" That question hardly held the ominous intent infused within the smoothness of her words... A singular hand stretched out then in clear expectation to coax the young man out. "Come out.. it has been a long time since I had to fairy to play with.." How... gentle her voice sounded... how it almost seemed like she intended to free him rather than... all those plans she had instore for him. It was her favoured species to play with.. so magical and yet.... So breakable. She hardly had to worry about him healing quickly like a were... or vampire. The complete opposite of a vampire... and yet still bound to the fact that both had died... and yet both lived. Just then a abrasive, untimely pop flooded the room followed by a hiss.. it assaulting her very moment. Risque snapped her hand back.. that mask all but shattered.. She turned her attention to find Tetradore being mauled by balloons that stuck to his fur. He seemed absolutely uncomfortable and undeniably....... Hilarious. "To think my pet could be... bested... by balloons." She could hardly help that perverse grin that took over her stained lips, a slight chuckle... thick and heady escaping her.
"Do it again." She commanded with her powers... urging her feline cover himself with as many balloons that could stick to his body. IT was then... while her attention... was distracted that the Fae man found an opening he so desperately took. He fled.... Right by her... How incredibly naughty... It ended up just within reach of Darcy... as he tried to slide out of the still opened door.
"Why is it they always try to run?" she questioned she almost sounded disappointed.....and yet how stoked that predatory instinct was.."Now I will have to punish him for that too.." She tsked in disapproval.
"Fetch him.. and hold him still... I wish to examine him first."