The sweet lull of the silvery moon rising had tugged her awake with the promise of delight, she had someone just below within her office waiting for her. They had been captured the previous night, sniffing around where they shouldn't. An oblivious little rat getting lost within the labyrinth of that hellish fortress that was Sin. A little vile spy in the lion's den, it was only a matter of time before he got caught in those kitty's claws. He had gotten impressively far surprisingly considering he was human and even though there were walls separating them she could smell his stench from here. What an oblivious fool that would soon become their proverbial well of knowledge, his use would be bled dry just like him. Just like all those who dared to get in the way.

After getting ready, she slid down that lavish staircase that lead from her room to a hidden corridor that lead to various places within sin, but ultimately to her office. They were waiting, Tetradore and Darcy in that enclosed room, that tension between them palpable, but it was the scent of that grimy rat dangling in her chains that had been waiting, stewing for nearly 17 hours, simply dangling. Well soon he would wait no more, how easily it was to make him talk to make him beg. Tetradore made short work of his unmarred flesh, digging those merciless into that man's frail flesh. His desperate cries and futile begging lost upon the trio of predators within that very office.

The scent of blood was like a detectable temptation, only serving to remind her just how unquenched her thirst truly was. How that barely dried mouth craved to be wet with that crimson, that hunger rearing its ugly head. That crimson liquid easily seeping through that man's torn shirt, in a beautiful bloom like a bloodied rose. His eyes helplessly wide, that pleading was starting to slip away from him as he whimpered that last pitiful plea before she rips that shirt to expose those angry deep claw marks that now ravaged his body. An angry jagged line from his chest diagonally to his hip. How masterfully he had been cut, enough to prevent those entrails from spilling free onto the ground an yet just enough to see a window inside. How he sang like a bird too, easily offering up those names of who wanted intel on Syn. She had a name, address, including his very own that's all she needed. What an obedient little song bird he was. He was sent by a volatile ever-growing supernatural hate group, just starting to create ripples within the city of Sacrosanct.

It was the second minion they had sent to die over the course of a month. Just how many they would send to their deaths? Perhaps she should have turned him into something useful and send him back in a perfect little package only to rip them all to shreds. Her very own trojan horse but Risque had no patience for that, no not tonight. Her hunger perhaps made her particularly irritable, it was a good thing he bled as well as he talked, it made him... tolerable.

They got an address and names, that was all she needed. Just how deep their roots went was yet to be grasped. But that was a problem for later. That man through his painful sobs and frail hateful words uttered some hateful seemed to tug a satisfaction within her. She felt particularly cruel tonight. "Don't you worry, I will give your pitiful life meaning. Then I will find your family." It was hardly an empty threat, the night was so very young and there was so much blood to spill. "I will tell them how you died as I feed your children to my cats.. They do like that tender meat, its like veal.. Maybe I will let them try to run first, they really like it when they run." How she whispers that final thread, pressing her ruby lips to his ears, letting that cool breath slide across his skin.

At least that gave him something to think about as the hallucinations gripped him from that merciless bite, but that was not what stole his final breath. She hardly wanted to fill up on him when there was so much waiting for her. It was Darcy who was the one to take that final blow, to feed that scalding blood from those mortal veins... such damage that hardly stood a chance against those indomitable teeth. Darcy always brought out those more guttural screams that unleashed something almost wanton to her. How pleasing it was to hear his teeth ravage that man's body, to hear that sinew tearing and that final whine rip from his lips.

A sigh escapes her as she had looked down upon that dress she wore, it was drenched in traitorous mortal blood. She uttered a few words to Darcy and releasing Tetradore from her office tonight, at least for now. She would need to change, after all the femme fatale hardly want to be tarnished by that rat's blood longer than she had to. After getting cleaned, she chose dress that seemed more fitting for tonight's festivities. How that dress seemed to cling to her womanly curves, a long slit on either side of her legs up to her thigh, those impressive knee-high strappy leather boots completing that look like she was dressed like the devil queen herself was to be expected.

She barely pays any mind to the dead man hanging within her office as makes her way into that bar, greeted by the steady pounding of music. She surveys the bar with those pale devouring eyes, spying her Darcy first, waiting, his gaze fixated on something at the bar. With ease she prowls toward him, wordlessly letting her fingers trail across his back before brushing against his arm. She pauses for the briefest of moments, following to where his gaze had lingered. Everyone tried their best to look busy as though they could feel her presence watching and assessing. However, it was the familiar figures at the bar that caught her eye at the bar, conversing like long lost friends.. "How curious." How that fickle attention seemed ensnared wholly then, eyes narrow as she watches them speak to one another. Cobain leaned into Tetradore before uttering something indistinguishable from that steady thrum of music. How intimate that very gesture appeared from across that red and blue lit room. "I say we find out what they are up to." That suspicion weaves like something alive within her melodious voice. She nearly began her sinuous gait toward that bar, she could use a drink. She snapped her head to look at Darcy's face, eyes narrow in speculation, about half way to her destination. That duo at the bar seemed rather close. "You don't think they are fucking do you?" She asked near mystified. Hm, that would explain a whole lot and yet created a copious slew of questions. Maybe she would need to dig it out of one of them.. or both! How she was usually so in tune with these things. How about a little detour until the rest of this evenings festivals could truly begin.

Her melodic voice reaches out to them as she merely walks right up to the two sitting at the bar, expecting Darcy's presence to be near. "Well, well, well." That piercing crystal pale blue gaze lands upon the unlikely duo. Tetradore was certainly having a busy evening. It seemed odd seeing them so chummy considering their history. What were they up to? She eyed her progeny and Tetradore with an incredulous look upon her alluring features. "Much to my surprise that I find my child and pet getting cozy at the bar." She paused, tilting her head slightly her gaze depthless and hypnotizing then.

"I do have to admit, you make the most peculiar couple.." Those taunting words hang within the air an entertained molten honied chuckle oozes from her before those dark red lips curl into a dangerous smile.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on