Through Blood And Tears

[Fox]

He removed his shoes carefully. He blinked at her through unseeing eyes.

[Momo]

She walked a little further down the hall. "What would you like to do?" She asked him. "We could watch some tv or a movie...or sit and talk?" She suggested, shifting uneasily. She wasn't used to having guests over in her own house.

[Fox]

He chuckled. "I don't think a movie or TV is appropriate here." He winked at her. He moved closer to her. "We could talk." His voice sounded all the more charming suddenly.

[Momo]

She could feel a blush rise on her cheeks as she smiled a little. "Sure...talking sounds nice." She turned away and headed to the living room, flopping down on the couch.

[Fox]

He followed after slowly, placing a hand on the back of the couch before seating himself. "So.." He paused, looking off into the distance. "What's your blood type?"

[Momo]

She blinked at him and frowned. "Uh...Why?" She asked. "Thats kind of odd question to ask." She told him, shifting in her spot.

[Fox]

He smirked a little at her; his eyes seeming to stare into the deepest crevices of her soul. "Just trying to start a conversation." He spoke softly.

[Momo]

She couldn't seem to look away from his eyes and she could feel heat rise to her cheeks. "I think i'm AB negitive." She said. "But...i"m not sure." She shifted again, staring up at his eyes.

[Fox]

He took a step closer, a hunger appearing in his eyes; the crimson color swirling like a pool of blood and rage, ravaging her body in some deep, dark, secret place. He placed a hand on her shoulder. "That's a very rare type, if it is." He smiled at her, enhancing the danger in his eyes.

[Momo]

She gulped, trying to back up a step but only succeed in a half step since the wall was behind her. "I guess so...what do you want?" She managed to make her voice even around her growing fear. She had been right in the beginning, bringing this stranger here and been a bad idea, she should have listened to herself.

[Fox]

He flashed his fangs at her, his eyes staring right through her in their blindness. "It couldn't be more obvious what I want." He stepped as close as he could, pinning her against the wall.

[Momo]

She shivered and tried to shrink away again. "Back up!" she said, still trying to keep her voice even. "You can't have any." She said, swollowing around the lump in her throat. "Please just let me go." She told him, a little whimper in her voice now.

[Fox]

Something struck him deep somewhere. This suddenly felt all too familiar. He was hungry, his prey pinned, and whimpering. He backed up, looked at her as if he could see her clearly. "Your hair is.. Blonde?" He reached out to stroke her hair, twining a few strands into his palm before kissing them. He whispered, an almost inaudible sound, "Sweet Satine.." He dropped the hair letting his hand fall to his side as he looked away from her. How could it be? This couldn't possibly be her. She's dead. Without another word he turned to walk towards the door.

[Momo]

Even when he backed away she stood frozen in her spot. She nodded a little and then remembered he was blind. "Yes, my hair is blonde." She said, fear still creeping into her voice a little, trying not to flinch when he brought his lips down to kiss her hair. When he looked away it was like she could move again and the fear dissipated. She felt angry suddenly and she glared at his back. "My names not Satine...and whoever she is has a good head on her shoulders not to be around you anymore." she spat. She was probably not being very smart, angering this guy couldn't be a good thing.