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All dolled up in expensive furs, tight leather, and glittering chains, with pretty red lips and wide, doe-like eyes, Subin was the perfect piece of arm-candy, and he sure as hell expected to be treated that way.  His benefactor for the night—one of Korea’s many wealthy, foreign-based officials returned home for some private gala (and thus for an evening of showing off their sweet young things), was, for the moment, playing his part quite well, a bruising hand permanently resting on the immortal’s hip as he led him around the dim, luxurious hall dusked by smoke, designer perfume, and opulence.  His “date” had presented him with a lovely new choker made of enough top-grade, shimmering diamonds to buy a few islands before they’d entered, so for the moment, Subin was satisfied, and could go either way on whether or not this rich, powerful, pathetic man was going to end up dead or alive by the end of the night.  In the meantime, he was quite content, sitting in the human’s lap, sipping sweet liquors and eating maraschino cherries like the other dignitaries’ and millionaires’ escorts, and letting the man’s hands wander as he talked with the other wealthy bastards.  Of course, he wasn’t paying any attention to their drivel, rather letting his gaze wander around, taking count of how many jealous eyes were resting on the two of them, how many men were waiting to pounce, how many potential prey waiting for him to sink his teeth into their throats. Â
He only returned his focus to his current meal when the man mentioned his name, and Subin fixed him with a fake, innocent, adoring expression, just in time to be coaxed into a near-indecent kiss.  He could taste the man’s lust on his tongue, just as he could taste that of the others watching them with baited breath, wanting a show if they themselves couldn’t get to have him.  When he pulled away, the poor son of a bitch was sweating, skin pale, chest heaving.  Subin knew better than to take too much in public, but fuck, he was just so delicious, and so /willing/.  Maybe it would be best if he found himself a little snack to tide himself over before they got to the main event—he wanted his prey to last till then.  Feigning concern, Subin  furrowed his brow and rose from the official’s lap, gently kissing his cheek and promising to go get him some water before slinking away, hips swaying as he internally preened from the attention he got just from crossing the room.  Making eye-contact with the closest attractive waiter, he tilted his head towards the bathrooms; an open invitation to follow laced with a little something hypnotic, inhuman, and made his way there, taking his sweet time to savor the desire on the air. Â
Subin made quick work of his little appetizer as soon as the waiter slipped inside and foolishly locked the doors behind them.  After luring him into one of the spacious stalls, the immortal kissed him stupid, licked down his throat, bit into his jugular, and drank him dry—the human didn’t cry out, didn’t even try to struggle.  Rather he moaned and begged for more and more, rutting against the demon’s thigh, high on the venom in Subin’s fangs and made utterly complacent by the demon’s spell, till finally he went limp and still, silent.  Ever classy, he didn’t waste a drop, lapping the little ruby beads up from where they’d escape and dripped down the corpse’s collarbones.  He politely wiped his mouth and left the body there, collapsed on the quartz of the marble floor.  After checking himself in the mirror, making sure no stains had made it onto his clothes (they hadn’t), he fluffed up his hair, rewrapped his fur coat around his shoulders, and left.  Â
What he was not expecting, however, was to be grabbed as soon as he unlocked the bathroom door and stepped back out into the main hall.  Two men, nearly double his size and dressed in all black, body-guards from what he could tell, took him by the arms and dragged him outside through the nearest back exit.  He wasn’t afraid, nor even bothered really.  They couldn’t do anything to him, but they were foolish enough to believe they could, and clearly someone had given them the orders to take him, for one reason or another, so it would be far more entertaining to play along and see where he ended up rather than just killing them right here, right now.  So he waited, letting them move him, until he was shoved to his knees in front of an older man, dressed in black and gaudy gold (fuck, humans were so tasteless), who crackled with what the hybrid immediately recognized with weak, poorly trained magic.  Great.  Another wannabe sorcerer who thinks just because he can do some cute little party tricks and he’s ready to play with things far beyond his control.  Subin looked up at him through long lashes, worrying his lower lip in his teeth as he pretended to be scared, even if he was already celebrating the fact that not one but three snacks had presented themselves on silver platters, just for him.  The sorcerer pulled out a lamp (ha, what a fucking imbecile) and shoved it in the hybrid’s face.  “Do you know what this is?” He asked, all bravado and confidence and glee.  Feigning horror, Subin nodded his head and struggled against the hands resting on his shoulders. Â
“Please sir, anything but that…” He whimpered, voice sweet and trembling, hands clasped before him.  The man smirked, nodding at his grunts who let the hybrid go and stepped away.  He reached down and cupped Subin’s chin in his nasty, ring-laden fingers.  “I have been studying you Djinn for you years,” He began as his thumb traced the hybrid’s lips (Subin considered biting it off but knew that would ruin the game).  “I know what you creatures fear, and fear means control, doesn’t it?  Now, either give me my wishes, or I’ll lock you away, just like Solomon did your brothers and sisters.  I want to be the most powerful man in the all the world!”  And of course, with such a bullshit, unoriginal, cliche statement like that, Subin couldn’t help but break character and laugh out loud, the sound pretty and cold and cruel, his eyes glowing crimson as he shook his head and gracefully moved to his feet, leaving the sorcerer sputtering in disbelief.  He flashed his his teeth, the points glinting like knives in the dim light, as he made the lamp vanish with but a look and lunged forward to sink his claws into the man’s chest, his bodyguards dropping like flies as he used his powers to separate their idiot heads from their stinking bodies.
“Oh honey…I’m afraid you’re mistaken.  I’m no fuckin’ djinn.”
