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I Admit, Killing You Would Be A Pleasure // demonwithabookshop

yeenxaldlooshii:

His eyes widened in horror at her quiet reply, her face finally clicking. Of course he had seen he before! How the hell did he forget? But before he could make a move to stop her he was being dragged down into her lips and hey, he wasn’t complaining but now really wasn’t the time.

In a second she was gone and all he caught was a glimpse of her dress heading after his client. Conan went striding after her as quick as possible with out causing a scene. Winding through the oblivious dancers. She appeared to be headed for a room towards the back of the hall. He had told the idiot he was protecting not to go anywhere alone. Why the hell did nobody listen to him! He all but burst into the room ready for the inevitable fight. “Now, now, love. That was a little rude. And here I thought we were having a good time.”

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Alana wasn’t expecting her mystery dancer to burst into the room as she had a knife to her targets throat, looking up at him in surprise and tightening her grip. She grinned at him, daring him to come any closer. “You’re dancing needs work, and rude? I had more important manners to take care of, I hope you don’t mind,” She indicated to the terrified looking man in front of her, not even caring that she saw him as no more than a job.

Slowly, and forcing the man to go with her, she backed up to the nearest window, watching the newcomer every step of the way. “So, what are you? Hopefully something that’ll put up a little bit of a fight,” She wondered, the tops of her legs hitting the windowsill behind her. One hand reached behind herself to unlock and open the window, not even trying to hide her intentions. “Well. boys, it’s been fun! But unfortunately I have to go.” Just as the window swung open, she drove the knife into her target’s chest, shoving him to the floor and climbing onto the small ledge outside the window, slowly walking on it and peering into every window she passed, trying to find another empty room.

 

I Admit, Killing You Would Be A Pleasure // demonwithabookshop

yeenxaldlooshii:

His breath hitched slightly when she leaned in close and he hated how effect her was by this woman. He couldn’t afford to be distracted right now. He was here to do a job although he certainly didn’t mind having a little fun at the same time. But his main priority at the moment was trying to figure out where he knew her face from.

He huffed out a slight laugh. Moving his hand further around her waist so it rested on her lower back, bringing them even closer together. Conan smiled a little before whispering. “Now if I told you that, I’m afraid I’d have to kill you. And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” He winked, before letting go and extending his arm to spin her around. He was sure she was in the business somehow, he just couldn’t place his finger on it. And it was bothering him to no end.

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Alana’s eyes widened a fraction at being pulled in closer, her hand digging into his shoulder slightly as she tipped her head back. She laughed lightly in his ear at his words, sliding her hand from his shoulder to his chest and pushing him back enough to look up into his eyes. 

"I’m afraid you stole my line," She whispered, grinning as he spun her around. She suddenly froze as she faced his again, noticing from the corner of her eye as her target moved away from the guards into a separate room, which seemed like the best time to strike. She untangled herself from Conan, suddenly grabbing his tie and yanking him down to connect their lips roughly before quickly slinking into the crowd. She hoped she had distracted him enough for him to not notice where she had sneaked off to, especially as she closed the door and was alone with her victim, sighing and stalking towards him, ready to get to work.

I Admit, Killing You Would Be A Pleasure // demonwithabookshop

yeenxaldlooshii:

Conan’s smirk widened into a smile when she took his hand. For the first time, he allowed himself to take in her appearance. She did look lovely and it would be such a shame if he had to kill her if she ended up being a bad guy. But at least he had a whole dance to figure that out.

Stepping backwards, pulling her with him to the middle of the dance floor. The band had started playing a slow tune, easy for dancing to. Which made things simpler. Conan wouldn’t exactly describe himself as the best dancer in the world but he was sufficient enough to use it to woo any unsuspecting women whilst on missions.

Placing his hand carefully on her waist he pulled her in slightly closer. “So, now we are sharing a dance, I think it’s only fitting that you tell me your name.”

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Alana allowed herself to be lead into the middle of the dance floor, resting her hand on his shoulder and swaying with him to the tune, her grace evident in each action, even if it were to be quickly breaking his neck before anyone could realize. It was her job, after all, and why not look good while doing so? 

She laughed lightly, looking to the side as he pulled her closer, trying to act all shy and innocent. “My, my. Straight to it?” She asked, her hand sliding to the back of his neck and pulling him down slightly, just so her lips were at his ear. “Where’s the fun in that?” She whispered, before leaning back as though nothing had happened.

"I think it is only fitting that the gentlemen shares his name first, who knows who I could be dancing with?" She asked, yet if he was simply a regular guy, he was the one in trouble.

What’s The Matter, Scar, Afraid You’re Gonna Get A Little Salt In Your Tea?//demonwithabookshop

spellbooksandsulphur:

As disgusting as it was, Ele ended up spiting her coffee all over the place as she burst out laughing. She had a hard time forming any words, sort of rocking back and forth as silent giggles escaped her. “I- don’t know” another cackle, “what- you’re —talking about?” Taking a few deep breaths, the demon managed to some what compose herself. Feigning innocence and pulling out her best puppy dog expression. “Did you not enjoy the tea I made you? Was there too much sugar in it? I apologise." Ele held it together for a few short seconds before she was laughing again.

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"Give it up, Eleni, who else could have put salt in my tea?!" Scarlett growled, looking down at the smashed teacup and rolling her eyes at the mess, looking up at the younger in disbelief as she started laughing. "Laugh it up, I have quite a few more tricks up my sleeve than switching the salt for sugar. And just so you know how old that trick is..I probably played it on my father when I was human," She snapped, kicking the remnants of the teacup on the floor, not bothered by the mess. "I will get you back, but first, you have to deal with the mess," She huffed, sitting back in her chair and pulling her book back over to try find the page she was on.

I Admit, Killing You Would Be A Pleasure // demonwithabookshop

yeenxaldlooshii:

He saw her from across the room and he knew there was something different about her. But not in the crappy romantic love at first sight way. No, not at all. More in the way she stood, like she was scanning the room. Looking for trouble. He knew the look. It seemed to be a permanent fixture on his face nowadays. He recognized her from somewhere and not being able to place his finger on it, Conan did the first logical thing to pop into his head.

Striding through the crowd towards the woman he smile politely at everyone he passed. He needed to figure out why he knew her face and assess the danger she could cause. That was why he was here after all. Something to do with protecting a high power. After all these years Conan never did learn that reading the mission briefs all the way through was a good idea. Oh well, too late now.

Coming to a halt in front of the mysterious lady, he held out his hand bowing ever so slightly and slipping on his most charming smirk. “Would you care to dance?” 

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She already knew who her target was, of course, yet rather than causing suspicion by standing on the sidelines staring at one particular man for the entirety of the party, she was mingling, smiling and having meaningless chatter. She still kept her eyes on everyone even looking in the target’s direction however, quickly analyzing them and storing any information she could for later use.

Her face betrayed no emotion, certainly not how startled she was when the man offered her a hand. She placed her hand in his however, finally allowing a small, flirtatious smile to pass over her lips as she accepted.

"It would be my pleasure," She practically purred, stepping closer to him and allowing her eyes to rake over him, smartly dressed, no obvious ‘concealed’ weapon.  He seemed safe, at least for now.

Emilie Autumn || 22nd September

Sooooo…. The zombie walk happened. And boom - munday!!!

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