#fiiiinally

Vagatha could feel his claws yank her towards him before she had the chance to register what was going on. But honestly, she could tell by the molten glare in his eyes the moment she was turned to look at him. He was hungry and she was the only prey in his sights.

Before she could stammer out a word, the stag was pinning her back against the wall and slamming his lips against hers in a hungry open mouthed kiss. The angel could only muffle out a soft hitched moan as he took what was his, kissing her with a fire that couldn't be fanned out, needing to taste her between his fangs.

Vaggie gripped the lapels of his coat in a curl of tightening digits, gripping the fabric and tugging him closer until he was pressed flushed up against her front while their mouths went to war, kissing him back with all the desperate need of a woman starved.

Scar ended up at her favourite bar, which thankfully wasn’t too far away from her current residence -- heels and long distances didn’t go well together. She was sat alone sipping on a cocktail when she noticed someone, her attention immediately focused on the attractive male. She usually targeted rich people that she could take advantage of, but this one.. well, he was very much her actual type. Scar waited until she caught his eyeline and gestured him over to her table, giving him a smile.