[@BlackPanther]

A trap?

Well, it seemed that way to Rebecca as she and Camille followed the hybrid out into the cold of the night, a night that was only just beginning for the city that never sleeps, and for its many sordid inhabitants, both humans and supernaturals alike.  A sigh of relief passed her lips contorting downward into a brief scowl, glad to be out of that rotten, disgusting hellhole of a place.  Surrounded by so many lecherous individuals, and yet...here she was trying to lure one into her web, the black widow she was when it came to leading licentious men as he to their imminent deaths.  But this one, she had no intentions of killing Vladimir...well... at least not yet.

An alleyway, derelict and dingy.  This was his idea of a classy getaway?  Please, he couldn't be any more obvious he was leading two lovely vampires into his own twisted trap.  The irony that both were planning their moves one step of the way, as though two combatants merely moving their pawns, knights, bishops, and rooks across the chessboard, anticipating their opponents moves with the utmost suspicion as they glared across the board to one another...just waiting for the other...to slip.

[color=ed1c24]~"Well,"~[/color]  She sassed, a hand placed on her hip as her eyes skimmed about the brick and mortar flanking her on both sides.  [color=ed1c24]~"I'd hardly call this place classy, but you led us here.  So...what did you have in mind?"~[/color]  An alluring grin as she licked her lips, yet on the inside tension, such irritable tension as she awaited his attack...or whatever else the filthy-blood had up his sleeve for her and her darling.  She wondered if this man had ever heard of the Battle of Thermopylae, for the very tactic she felt was being used on her.  No escape, except to turn back.  Easily she could be boxed in...and that would be the end of her.