[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 271f23; text-align: justify;padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 15px]She was working her way towards the hospital, where she knew the teacher was being kept to get better. She needed to inform her, to let her know about the man stalking her. The man that her own highly attuned eyes had caught. If it hadn't been for her own assassin training, she'd have never even noticed him. She brushed back her long dark hair, pushing it away from her pale, abnormally beautiful face as she worked her way through town, pausing when she felt a prickling at the back of her neck. Someone's attention on her. She paused, glancing around before continuing to walk, her hand reaching up towards the necklace around her neck that would call her mate to her should she get in trouble. Though she prayed if she did get in trouble, her fiance wouldn't be foolish enough to bring their toddler daughter into the mess to. A breath left her lips as the prickling increased, and as she glanced around, her eyes widened, seeing the shape a familiar man farther back. The man after the teacher she wanted to warn. Panic welled up, being to far from water to feel safe. Instantly she spun, turning into the botanical gardens, and took off at a run, running deep inside it towards where the sound of water drew her in. She needed to get there, to that very water that would give her the surge of power to help keep herself safe. She slid to a stop in front of the fountain before spinning around as she saw the man step up ahead of the path. She took a step back, her fingers dipping into the water, and her eyes the flashing the eery silver of her siren side. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song!

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[atrb=background,http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/loveyyrpg/kritontablemiddle_zps3da76ef0.png] He had stumbled, damn him. He had left himself get too comfortable and now one of the students had noticed his suspicious activity. Now he had no choice but to dispose of her and rather quickly. He was trailing her through town now, and he was hoping she was NOT headed to the hospital where he knew the teacher was holed up. Was he responsible for the teachers attack? Maybe, maybe not. He would never say, but if this stupid girl completely blew his cover he would be done. In his mind wanderings, he hadn’t noticed how close he had drew to the girl, and just as he caught himself the girl caught sight of him and took off. With a curse he followed after her, trailing her all the way to the gardens. He didn’t have time to screw around with this. It was broad daylight and anyone could see what he was about to do, and it would be the end of him completely. He cut through the gardens hoping to head her off. He saw her standing by the fountain and closed in on her. This was going to be easy… Too easy. He stopped a few steps away from her. ”Hello, little girl. I believe you know some information that, well, puts you in a tight spot,” he growled, taking another step towards her. Count; 228 Comments; Hurr hurr Tunes; lalala Tagged; Trixie

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 271f23; text-align: justify;padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 15px]To any, the girl might have looked cornered by the fountain behind her, as she watched the man close in on her. But she held her head high, eerily beautiful as her finger tips remained resting in the water, her long hair swishing against her back as she shifted her weight, watching, waiting. He'd been stupid to get too close, even more stupid because he had no idea who he thought he'd cornered, Hello, little girl. I believe you know some information that, well, puts you in a tight spot. She smirked at his growl, her silver eyes turning her attention directly onto him as she stood tall and ready, the freshly graduated woman not bowing down, "A tight spot? I think it is you who will soon be finding himself in a sticky situation, gorgeous. You should really know who it is you're stalking before you think to try and corner them." She said with a sweet tone, her lyrics light and musical, her siren starting to take control. Oh how easy it would be to snare him in her song, make him do her bidding and turn himself in for stalking her former teach. She used the hand not touching the water to draw her hair from her face, pushing it back with a practiced move that had once been meant to draw attention to her gorgeous face, the shape of her neck, the beauty of the siren. But now she did it more out of the need to draw in her next victim. She was no longer subjected to the school's laws. Shall this be the first kill of a returning assassin then? She wasn't about to let him take her down. She had her daughter to worry about, to get back to. Might as well make this quick. He'd be dead soon. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song!

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[atrb=background,http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/loveyyrpg/kritontablemiddle_zps3da76ef0.png] Kriton tilted his head at the girl’s words, chuckling a bit. So she was a feisty one. Perhaps she was right and he had rushed into this, but he was sure he could handle the girl. The solid feel of the pistol shoved in the back of his pants was more of a reassurance to this fact. If he had no other choice, he would not hesitate to shoot the girl, pick up the bullet casing, and move on his merry way. They could try to trace the bullet left in the girl back to him, but they would be unsuccessful. The fact that this girl really seemed unafraid of him pissed him off. He couldn’t get into her mind to control her. He might have fun making her drown herself or killing herself through other means. But he would have to settle with getting his hands dirty. He watched her tuck her hair behind her ear, and he began to suspect that she was in fact a siren. No matter though, he had dealt with them before. If she started the whole singing bullshit he would simply pull his gun and end everything right away. Count; 196 Comments; Blah, crappy post Tunes; lalala Tagged; Bellatrix

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 271f23; text-align: justify;padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 15px]The woman frowned faintly, head raised as she met the man's gaze with a self-confidence. He tilted his head, chuckling as if not bothered by her words. She sneered as she watched him, amusement in her gaze as she fed power off the water behind her until she felt it bubble up. Her eyes flashed and remained an eery silver as water rose up behind her, hovering for a moment before hardening into ice spears, shooting for the man in front of her. "Die. Bastard." She just hoped it be quick and done with. The faster, the better. Because then she could go home to Rain and Tyyr. And not worry about her teacher dying in a hospital. Though the power felt good, oh gracious it felt good. And her eyes gleamed with delight and obvious thrill she got from sending the attack his way. She'd forgotten how fun this was. WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song!

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[atrb=background,http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/loveyyrpg/kritontablemiddle_zps3da76ef0.png] Kriton stood, every muscle on alert, ready for an attack he knew would be coming. Silly sirens, always so feisty and ready to attack. He glanced at the fountain behind her, at her hands behind her back, chuckling to himself. Die. Bastard. As soon as the words left the siren’s mouth, Kriton brought his hands up, halting the ice spears in mid-air and spinning them back towards the siren. He tilted his head, smiling innocently, ”Check mate,” and sent the spears flying towards the girl. Count; 85 Comments; merp Tunes; lalala Tagged; Trixie

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 271f23; text-align: justify;padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 15px;]Bellatrix eyed the man as she worked on the water, making it react to her, building up her power over it to get it to behave the way she was intending. She eyed the man before in the next moment the spears of ice were hurling towards the man, only to watch as the froze in mid-air beneath his guidance. Damn it. She hadn't been expecting that one. Her eyes flashed open wide as the spears were suddenly sent back her way, and instinct that came after years of training took over as she shifted, bent, and avoided the spears, successful in all but the last one, that she'd not noticed until it grazed past her cheek in a rush of fire. She blinked even as the spear exploded with the force of her annoyance, finger tips touching her cheek, pulling away and showing a red tinge to her finger tips. She hissed before turning to glare at the man, "Lucky strike." She growled, eyes the silver of her siren, as she brought the tips of her fingers to her mouth, licking the blood from them, before suddenly leaping at him, finger nails sharpening to points and ready to kill him. How dare he manage to land a hit on her! WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: and maybe we can sing a song!

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[atrb=background,http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/loveyyrpg/kritontablemiddle_zps3da76ef0.png] Kriton watched the siren with anticipation, smiling with satisfaction as the ice shards grazed her cheek, leaving behind a path of red. He prepared for her next move, knowing that she was going to be entirely pissed off at him. Lucky strike, she hissed at him, and he chuckled darkly. ”If that’s what you want to believe, darling, then go right ahead.” As soon as the siren moved he jumped to the side, barely missing being shredded by those nails all the lovely sirens had. He spun around and backed up, this time putting himself in control of the fountain and blocking her from it. He laughed and dipped his own hand in the pond, sending a whip of water towards her before she had time to react to his movement. Count; 131 Comments; I know you loved this thread and I had some time this morning so I thought I would jump on quick an leave a reply for you Tunes; Tagged;

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 271f23; text-align: justify;padding-right: 25px; padding-left: 15px]A sick part of her was greatly enjoying this. The part of the siren her father had nurtured and raised into the ideal assassin for his mafia. But she was obviously not as practiced as she'd once been, considering she'd missed the ice shard that grazed her cheek, ripping away skin. She should not have let a single hint of it touch her. She hissed as her eyes narrowed at his response, "Oh, I'll believe just what I want. I'll it'll be proven when you don't land another hit on me, gorgeous." She sneered back before launching at him, only realizing when he dove away that she'd given up the control she had on the fountain, her eyes narrowing as he took control, sending a whip of water towards her. She smirked, the game getting alot more fun as she deftly caught the water whip with her hand, slowing it's arch with her own power, "Ah, a whip? For me?" She toyed, squeezing it until it disappeared, "Sorry, but you're not pretty enough to be allowed to whip me." She taunted, trying to find a way to get back in control of the water, even as she whipped her hair back, about to react again when a sudden pain flashed through her chest, dropping her to one knee, a hand clutching over her heart in shock and confusion at the sudden attack. It barely took a moment for the Siren to recognize the pain, her connection with her mate, made strong by the jewelry he and she wore. Her eyes turned silver as she curled in on herself, hissing as she felt the connection rip out of her, breaking and dissolving, fear coursing through her, "Tyyr . . ." The sudden emptiness was more than enough to let her know what happened. Pain and shock clouding her vision, masking the mother-daughter bond she had with her siren daughter, so it too seemed to disappear. "My child? My mate . . ?" The Siren was instantly shoved to the surface, taking over, eyes silver, nails sharpened, fangs displayed as she ignored the water nymph, searching for the connection only to find a void. They were . . . gone? Suddenly her head snapped in his direction. All fury. All anger. All anguish. This was his fault! Her family had just been stolen away - and she had been lost in a fight with him. Had she missed a warning from them because he had caught her off guard with his attacks? How dare he! Instantly she was lunging towards him, an animalistic, blood thirsty scream ripping from his throat, aiming to catch him around the waist, the shoulders, anything. Hoping to knock him into the deep fountain behind them. Under water she should have the advantage, right? She would have gills. Fins. Fangs. She'd kill him! She landed in the water and the change was instantaneous, fueled by her anger and pain. Black scales, long black hair, onyx and diamonds strung against her tail, across her chest, offering a mockery of 'covering' that did nothing to cover her at all. She popped back to the surface, fangs displayed as she hissed at him, silver eyes flashing dangerously. Lost to reason. Lost in pain. Gone. How was it possible? WORDS: 0000 TAGS: play with me! NOTES: Hehe, figured I'd make it interesting for us xP

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[atrb=background,http://i1070.photobucket.com/albums/u487/loveyyrpg/kritontablemiddle_zps3da76ef0.png] Kriton growled as his whip dissolved in her hands but he stood his ground. As long as he had control of the fountain, he had an advantage on her. His eyes widened as she suddenly dropped to the ground, clutching at her chest. He stood, tense, not sure what she was doing. She could be putting on an act to try to lure him towards her. Sirens were tricky bastards like that. But he wasn’t about to move. And if she were having an actual medical issue? Oh well. It made his life easier. He listened as she began to mumble nonsense, and he was about say screw it and give a good kick to the head to put her out of her misery when her head suddenly snapped towards him, silver eyes glowing, sharpening nails digging into the group. Oh, fuck. He moved quickly as she lunged at him, reaching behind him, pulling out the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger. He watched in satisfaction as the bullet hit it’s mark and the siren fell at his feet, blood soaking the fabric around the hole in her shirt. ”I’m sorry it had to end this way, my pretty little siren.” He gazed at her for a moment, meeting her icy yet dimming gaze before turning to walk away. When they found her they would try to match the bullet to a gun and trace it back to the owner, but they would be unsuccessful. He was the only one in the world who owned bullets like these and the guns that shot them. It just so happened that none of them were registered either. He’d have his tech team scan any new files added to any databases about his bullets and they would be deleted. Everyone would know it was him. They all knew. But there would be no evidence to convict him. Now, he had to return his attention to Maeve. Count; 323 Comments; I wasn't sure if this is still where you wanted to take it, but I figure you could take this and run with it however you wanted to. Tunes; Tagged; Trixie