[m] The Weight of Living

She noted the hint of challenge in his eyes and smirked. He would be hard to break, but not impossible. She looked him in the eyes when she responded, hooding them with darkness. "Well, I'm quite flattered that I have managed to gain your respect." she answered slowly. He too had gained her's, for he had amazing restraint. "As for me, I am a mystery that you'll have to figure out with time. But I will give you one hint. I am no angel." she smirked. Maybe if he would give in to his hunger, she could share more of her story.

"Do something I like, get another hint." she explained, her words dark and seductive, like dark chocolate mixed with blood, silky and smooth.