Between the obnoxious dinging sound and Tetradore's sheer lack of respect, it was the very last straw of her very patience. She found her mood waning, how she was looking forward to this night and now her cherished feline's actions and the missing lamp draws forth that wretched mood. He acts so very close to the teenage he once was during his rebellious stage. How she was regretting her decision of letting the man go, to grow those ties to the world which only served to weaken that training she instilled within him. It was unbearable. She would need to shift her approach, fall back to basics with the unruly panther, start over to remove every last stitch of hope that seemed so stubbornly engrained within him. One way or another, he will bow and wither at her feet like he should. She ignores Harley's annoying amused laughter prompted from Tetradore's words, despite the fact that she could have severed her neck from her body in less time it took for her to issue that sound.

"Excuse me?" Each syllable that falls from her lips she tastes, insinuating that unreserved displeasure, with an indescribable unnerving expression on her gorgeous face. Gorgeous as she was cruel. She had enough of that defiance. Her powers reach across the table unbidden like they crave the assault of her panther. She uses them to make him her proverbial puppet, a meat suit to become her precious marionette. "You will do as you are told, pet." She hisses, her powers seem to seize him in place, ignoring the raven haired woman upon her desk for now, there was a lesson to be taught and not even Harley was going to deter her from that. So suddenly, it is then that Risque wills Tetradore not to breathe like the spiteful creature she was, her face not betraying that irritation she felt. She merely stole his will to breathe like it was a mere afterthought. She casually opened the drawer of her desk, pulling out an ornate 12 inch blade, composed of shiny chrome encrusted in diamonds. You could see your reflection within that bright blade. But it was not how polished it was that drew your attention in, it was its very sharpness that could melt through skin like butter and the very ominous promise for the very chilling future. "Take this knife, mon chat.. If I hear one more word assaulting me, I will make you stab yourself with it for every time you disrespect me. I think that makes it at least twice now, hm?" She influences him with that power, which makes it so, it weaves and circles through him and around him in that suffocating fashion.

How eerily calm cool and collected she seems in that very moment, raising that manicured brow. How she always got the last laugh. She did not allow him to breath again until he did that very action, lucky for him, that blade was not silver even though it glinted like platinum. "Then you may address me with respect and place that blade in your pocket like an obedient little kittycat." She waited for it to be done before turning the weight of her attentions on the creature upon her desk.

He was truly lucky that her attention seemed to be all about squirming Harley, but she deserved to see this. To see what she could do.

Now that the games have begun it was time to address the fiery little raven haired woman that squirmed like prey upon her desk. She tasted her, dragging that probing finger to reopen that sound to coat her finger with the human's sweet blood like it were mere cake batter. She was so reactive the way she recoiled given her restrictive circumstances, she looked like a creature stuck within the mouth of a trap. It was once the raven-haired spitfire cursed her words, Risque's fleeting attention danced toward Tetradore once more. It was time to attach her to that very wall, merely able to experience her own inevitable painful downfall. She watches as Tetradore executes her demands, the scent of burning flesh assaults her nostrils while he puts the woman, suspended in place. There was no hope fleeing now, not that there was before. No one ever escaped that wall unless it was her own doing. A hint of sick satisfaction slides across the vampire's face enjoying that very view. When Tetradore was finished he took up his spot upon the couch, with vacant indifference. He looked like the epitome of the panther he was beneath that fleshy meat suit of his, as he embodies the very guise of boredom. Those pale hypnotic eyes glance to him and then back to Harley who was running her mouth like woman possessed as if she wanted the abuse that was sure to come. What her brother ever saw in her, she would never understand how he could be so manipulated by a creature so weak. It was disgusting. But that time had been so long ago and yet it was still fresh within the calculating vampire's mind. It would seem their paths so continuously were meant to cross, especially with her bond with her progeny Isolt. Risque could not comprehend the importance of this feisty little creature and yet with her name constantly popping up around her, it was like she were mocking her from a distance. That this human mocked her by simply existing within the same city as her. She could not have it and not be in complete control. However it would have been easy to simply kill her and be done with it, but those alluring words that spewed from Harley's lips created an idea that was so much better. The possibilities would be a domino effect that would meet ever Tetradore himself. It was no surprise the weakness he possessed over the crimson haired vampire. It was no surprise of Isolt's fondness of Harley and that once connection with her brother had to be severed completely. No, she could not have him coming back and trying to claim that very girl again. This would solve all of her problems all at once and the more she thought of it, the more it amused her. To have complete control of that raven haired woman would give her the exact control she needed over all.

It was that irritating voice of Harley assaulted Risque and her had so shot out to silence her. How easy it would have been to cause permanent damage, to crush her fragile larynx. Human's were such fragile little insects, they could be crushed with a miscalculated pressure. Enough was enough. Such hatred floods those eyes and the she devil could hardly help that smug look that crossed her striking features. So demanding she was and yet the foolish girl was hardly in a position to make demands.

Harley's very breath severed for now and she seemed so much more pleasant when she was not speaking. She almost forgot to let the fragile human woman breath, that would have been a pity to simply have her die so peacefully so prematurely. It was at that very moment that Harley had flung herself forward with striking vehemence, launching off that back wall with her legs with all the might she could have valiantly summoned. She was like a rabid animal at the end of her leash, her arms jerking back uncomfortably her face mere millimeters from Risque's face, that perfect mask of mocking indifference, for now. Unflinching, Risque merely looks at her like an insignificant spec, staring down that revolting little sprite with no mind. Risque's lips turned upward into a hateful smile, her ruby red lips parting to expose those ominous upper fangs. "Momentarily.." she growls in promise, that word filled with so much foreboding anticipation as a her right hand trails upward, a single finger pressing against the side of her chin to manipulate her to gain a better view of her neck.

"You will have no more freewill left in your brittle bones.. Enjoy that resilience while it lasts.. How about a little change of pace, shall we?" How easy that melodious poison drips from her lips. It was then that she moved impossibly fast with that preternatural speed, her fangs baring for only a flash of a second before embedding all four into Harley's neck right where she saw the beginnings of a bruise painting that exposed flesh. That neck already the perfect angle for that bite, avoiding the silver near entirely. But even if it should sizzle against her porcelain flesh, she would welcome that pain. Harley hissed something hateful at her and it hardly sounded audible, like she were some pathetically asphyxiated sound. It hardly mattered anyways as she greedily guzzled that hot sweet blood for but a moment. How it near burned all the way down into the pits of her stomach, her jaw working intensely to steal her fill. That venom slowly released from that bite like a snake's fang would soon work its way into her veins and those hallucinations would soon take hold. At the very least she would still feel that utter agony and glimpses of that face of her pet as he mauled her.

In an unceremonious instant, Risque took a single step back, admiring the way that blood dribbled so rivetingly down her neck. She summoned Tetradore then whom seemed blissfully inattentive with his head up in the clouds, oblivious to the world at large. It was the caress of her affinity that reached out to dance across his skin like stingers of a swarm of angry bees.

"Take that knife I gave you and remove that unsightly tattoo from her arm, I will not have one of my cats running around with graffiti that I do not approve of on their flesh. Besides, I want a souvenir from tonight. Keep the cut clean.. and leave her ungagged, I want only to hear her sweet screams to fill my office." She hardly cared that the woman claimed she had been trained not to scream, but what she had in store for her would surely test that. Oh, how she had waited so long for this moment, not even Tetradore's insubordination would sully it. "Do put on a show mon chat.. you know I have a tendency for boredom and for her sake and your own, I would not recommend that."

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on