<font color="darkred" face="verdana" size="1">i'm unimpressed.</font> -- Main Street

Screw all of you. Go to hell! Or maybe in your cases, heaven would be the worse fate. Useless creatures, demons and vampires. The world was her playground but for whatever reason, she always forgot watch out for the bullies. Not that she had much to fear, but, much didn't mean nothing. Much meant the majority of the time she could dash home with nothing more than a few bruises and singed pride. This time, though, she didn't think so. This was more of a case where being able to make it to tomorrow intact was a victory. Yes, as soon as she worked out what was going on, Zeth was a dead thing-a-bob. What the hell was he, anyways, spawning such dreadful things? Momma is only half of what's going on here, buddy, you've gotta account for the other fifty percent.

She silenced the fairy hound's laughter with a single gesture, her blood rankling at the insult. Stupid dog. Beltane had known long before she had that the bands now around her wrists were binding; and much more of dark magic than she had ever even thought about, let alone attempted. She was an illusionist at heart; her studies in darker magics had been drastically limited by her lack of, well, interest. Until now. Now felt like a great time to head home and do some reading. But even as her feet urged to dash off and hide, perhaps underwater for a bit (could vampires cross running water now? she couldn't recall), she was bound to trip inexorably forward, toward's Lucan's, erm, well- tender (hungry) embrace. The bangles appeared to be moved by their own center of gravity, the metal gouging cruel-looking welts into her otherwise flawless skin.

Damnit. Was she going to get eaten again? She fought the binding even as she moved, her green eyes narrowing in onto the twin still pinning that foolish creature to the sidewalk. He's bloody incompetent; if he was going to harm you he would have! She wanted to scream. But, hell, the girl was probably human. Don't take the chance.

Hands outstreched before her to ward of Lucian if she reached him before her task was done, she grasped the silver chain around her neck in the points of her teeth, slowly working the emerald around until it fell neatly under her tounge. Ugh? Did she really taste like that? No- wait- that was silver polish. M'kay.

de bhur príomhoide chun bhur ladhar, balbh ciúnas fásfaidh! She spat, with some difficulty, doubting the spell's effectiveness. It wasn't strong in the first place- she usually used it to shut Beltane up when he heard another dog- but if if would get mister smarty britches to shut up for a minute, she might be able to think.

At Lucian's words, hover, she tensed- just in time to trip over into his chest. Ow. Face. I'm kind of partial to my own clothing, lovey. I don't think I'd look very good in yours. But, hey, on second thought maybe- no. Damnit.

For the first time in quite a long while, a tremor of fear found its way into Tarot's hands and back, a tremor that sent her shuddering and shaking. She savored it for a moment before allowing herself to admit that, yes, this really was happening and, no, it probably wasn't a good thing to be enslaved to the will of someone who was attractive enough to seduce her to begin with.

I'd rather not die. She found her voice after a few moments of searching, praying that it sounded just as careless and nerve-free as it usually did. It didn't, until the end, where it dropped to nothing more than a quavering whisper. Please.

Anything but that.