leila

It really was a shame. She had such wonderful plans for them and the men had been following her nice and neatly - exactly how she wanted them as she led them to her destination. Perhaps the screaming had been a bit much but they had been spurred on so nicely by it. Leila hadn't expected a Dark Hunter to come along and ruin her so lovely little trap in some fool hearty effort to save her, as if the fae needed saving. Still, when life gave you lemons! She could always scoop up the left overs - with the man's broken leg, he was unlikely to be going anywhere any time soon...and yet...where was the fun in that? Leila, after all, had, as always, been cast in the role of bait. It was one she excelled at beautifully and she saw little reason not to continue the guise as she stepped out from behind the dumpster. Her gaze shifted from the man on the ground to the Dark Hunter and back again, contemplating for the third time which might make her family far more gleeful to find themselves feeding off of. Dark Hunter, after all, was a rarity for them. She would have far more blood to offer then some measly wounded human. Leila stepped around the fallen man, only to look up the Hunter with a bright simper. Those compliments fell easily from her lips, they so often the quickest way to gain the trust of any woman. Even Leila could relish in a good compliment - her happiness within her marriage near demanding a plethora of them.

The woman in front of her seemed...less then pleased about her presence, however. The scowl upon her features all together obvious to Leila, even as the fae chirped enthusiastically on how utterly amazing the Dark Hunter was to be capable of dispersing those men so terribly easily. She watched as the smirk fluttered across the woman's features, though Leila was altogether oblivious as to why. She was, however, far less ignorant to how very armed her companion was. Those blades, after all, called to her though the fae had little reason to believe them of any true threat to her. After all, she had six hundred years to master her art - her precision, her accuracy, her control...ah, it was flawless! For now, however, the seemingly youthful fae saw fit to play the part of a damsel in distress as she inquired if her companion could escort her - particularly when she'd already been mugged. It was dark, after all, and vampires were surely aplenty....like the ones she lived with, in fact. Though that latter part was most certainly not voiced aloud.

For a moment, her Hunter companion seemed to stare at her intently, as if she was attempting to peer though Leila's guise. Ah, if only she knew how well practiced Leila was at this! She had been luring far stronger foes for far, far too long now. A soft sigh left the Hunter's lips and Leila could hardly help but to mean in triumph of her victory. A warm laughter echoed upon her lips as her head shook, "No, you beat them too quickly for that." She insisted, so easily agreeing that tonight would surely be entirely dull and...bland. If only she knew what was to come! For now, however, Leila kept her focus entirely upon her task at hand as she led the way down the street and, once again, to her chosen destination. Her companion's query, however, caused a small shrug upon Leila's shoulders. "Well, I try not to but when you work at a bar, these things kind of happen. Usually I can fend off some of the guys with my power but...I'm not...too great at it." She admitted, the lie falling easily from her lips as she eyed her companion sheepishly. "I...kind of forgot my dagger at home today though, I was running late and...well...you know the rest I guess. But you! You held them off without using any powers! I bet you have super awesome powers, huh?" She inquired, glancing up at her companion inquisitively, as if showing off such abilities was the most natural thing in the world...and, perhaps to Leila, it was.