#insidxous

[ ◕ — "You know I can’t do that." He wouldn’t let her get away from him this time. No, not this time. He needed answers and there wasn’t a thing to stop him from getting what he sought. "Tell me who you are, what you are and we won’t have a problem."

Spike demanded respect, even from those who don’t know of him. It was a one way street, however. Depending on who and the situation, Spike wouldn’t always be respectful. Actually, most would pin him as disrespectful. He’d deny, but it was true.This very young lady disrespected him. Maybe she didn’t see so, but through the eyes of a historical vamp, she did.

"Why were you in my crypt?"

          An annoyed look was clearly shown on her face. Every time she happened to show up at his place, unannounced and without a clear way in, she always got caught, but he had always let her go due to her innocent features and words. "I told you, I made the wrong turn and I unconsciously ended up here..." Again.

          Such fake words was spouted from her mouth. But, no way in hell was she going to let him know who she was. She didn't even know the male and the only reason why she was here was due to Tryphon and his damn orders. "Lets just say I am some normal Korean citizen that was lost and just let it all go." Why was he being like this? All he needed to do was let her off the hook one last time because Dusk got what she needed.

     "I promise you, you won't see me ever again if you just allow      me to slip out one last time."

A few similarities? How so? [‘quirks a brow, wondering just how he never manages to hide entirely]

[ ◕ — That was a very statement he hasn’t heard in a long time. Her words came with slight suspicion. Then again, he never took those kind of sentences with ease. Too many times had he found himself in dangerous situations from the misunderstanding of a certain person’s identity. His palm pressed against her shoulder and gently set her aside, giving him full view out the window. A seemingly grown man laid flat on their front side against the rough surface of the driveway. It was dark. There was no way for either of them be able to match a name to the figure. “Don’t suppose that’s one of your university friends?”

              █ ▌With his question comes a flame of curiosity that doesn't pacify, but it's this same undiminished flame that has tangled Shay into a web of misfortune more often than she could ever hope so. She mulls over the thought of investigating herself for a few seconds, lithe fingers still resting on the edge of the windowsill despite her being placed aside. And even after she inches forward in the slightest, scrutiny a perpetuity on the shadow occupying the pavement, she can't seem to identify the man.

Hate was a strong word, at least in Sehun's vocabulary. Unless such a label was deserved; especially when it came to medicine or perhaps patience. There were things Sehun hated, but to hate someone was an entirely different matter. To look at someone and think, 'I hate you' deemed quite a large feat for the male. And to be met with such words, tugged at him in all the wrong ways. Their gaze is dull yet pale with disinterest; and it accompanies the statement in a vain manner.