It's Like A Migraine All Over Again (Giselle)

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Paris wasn't Sevanni's cup of tea. It never was and it never would be. France was just a whole lot of ignorance and snobby attitude. Closer convergence with England really. More likely to be bombed by his own hands. And with those bitches in it. Come one. Come all. Be blown to bits as those two masculine hands make it happen with a push of a button and a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Pretty glimmers of blood flailing in the air and coming down like glittering diamonds.

It had been a while since he had been here. Far too short a time to return. Again, Paris was a drag.

So far he had been back to England to gather his belongings. He hadn't expected to return, but then again, he hadn't expected Annabella to be so easy to obtain. He'd been through the trials of not being able to be rid of life it's self, and thus gave him more of a disagreeable disposition. Mortified by those he had crossed already. Despising those that still lay dormant close by. A snicker crossed his lips as his mind thought it all over. People were spreading rumors and Aubrey had been telling lies about him. If she had any sense she would come to her's and stand up like the good little girl he knew she could be.

Everyone thought of him as gone. Not returning. Dead even. But that was the plan. To be rid of the bother, but he had been spotted and it was his own fault for making it so. Popping up in New York just to seek information about the weremutt. Pregnant and so ready to be taken back into Sevanni's grips once more. She knew it was coming. He was sure she could feel it.

Thus far he had heard Nixie and her motions to jump from place to place. She never could stay still. But he could make her still. He always had been able to bind her nice and make it so. Only this time he didn't want that from Nixie. He wanted something else, and he was most assuredly going to get it. Sevanni always got what he wanted.

It was proven with Aubrey.


Now it was Parisian time and Sevanni had found himself relaxed on the stone beneath him. A little circle that would make a nice place for ditching bodies. There was no water down there. This well had been dried for years. Perfect place? Definitely.

But it was fun to venture off. You never knew who you would run into. What events would occur when someones presence such as Sevanni's came through and tensed up the place. Paris was a good spot for that with all it's quaint quietness in specific areas.

Who knew what the night would bring.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle trudged up to the well with corpse in tow. Lately she'd been tossing her victims down there where they wouldn't be found for a while. She was in an acidic mood tonight, which was actually strange because she hadn't felt so for a good while. But leave it to a cloudy night, an unpleasant hunting experience, and a bullet in her shoulder to turn a bright Giselle dark.

She was hunting in the park prior to this. She'd chosen a young female. Just as she was finishing up, the girl's boyfriend found her dead. So he pulled a gun on Giselle, shot her, and ran off. The bullet wound was already healed over, but the bullet remained lodged in her shoulder. Not only would she have to gouge it out later, but she needed to dispose the body. What left her sour was the fact that she wanted to get rid of the body before the wound closed up, and her clothes were blood stained. It was a silly reason to put her in a bad mood, but then it was extremely easy for her to get pissed. Lars had been the only one thus far keeping her in good spirits, and now that he wasn't here, Giselle felt that was a good enough reason as any for the bitterness.

Giselle wasn't the only vampire here tonight. She saw the back of him before she smelled him, and once she smelled him, she wanted to get the fuck away. That bastard Sevanni was here, in Paris. Why?! She was going to turn around, but changed her mind. This was her city, and she refused to let bad blood with another limit herself to parts of it. But that didn't mean she couldn't be discreet.

Giselle slung the corpse over her shoulder and crawled the rest of the way. She kept herself silent and hidden in the tall grass and prayed it masked her scent. She peeked over the well and found he was still sitting there. His back was turned, so she took the opportunity to slip the body into the well, leap to her feet, and make a break for it. There was one unforeseen flaw to her plan. Giselle's foot caught on a hidden tree root, and she fell face first into the grass with a loud grunt as the wind was knocked out of her. It was a good attempt, but there was no use trying to escape now. Giselle turned herself onto her back, and waited.

It hadn't been too long ago when she first encountered Sevanni and Aubrey. She met them at a ball a little after Jack came back. She tried being friendly, but Sevanni's human was this big Bitch, and he wasn't much different. Giselle insulted them both brutally and had a good laugh about it later. She hated Sevanni, and it only took one threat to Lars to push her over the edge. She didn't know at the time if he was worthy of being treated as a serious enemy, and she still didn't know. But he was getting no where near her mansion, and she refused to put up with any shit. He was on her turf now. The sooner he realized Giselle could not be defeated here, the better the chance of not sending him back to England in a matchbox.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Sevanni was so used to the putrid scent of decaying mortals and death. It was like an every day event really. That was before now. Now it wasn't filled with enough death and enough bodies to cover the ground he walked on. So it didn't occur to him that there might actually be bodies down there.

From his pocket he pulled out a small slip of paper. It had a name scribbled on it. Hyde had such messy handwriting but still he could understand the words written there. A name. A simple name was all it took and he crumpled it up and tossed it behind him into the well.

He swore there was a noise behind him. Rusting. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing and looking right before he could catch the scent of an old familiar. Familiar.....yes, quite familiar. He couldn't put a finger on it, but it was always that scent of a woman that gave females away.

His hand rested on the stone, body turning half way to see a body laying to the ground. And there you had it. Giselle fucking Audley. He had to stop running into chicks who's name began with A. That would be rule number one.

Sevanni remembered Gis. He remembered her before he spotted Aubrey in the woods with the others. He remembered her from the masquerade ball. And now, now she was here in Paris. Oh how quaint. More than likely with her little mousy friend Lars.

How unruly they had been to Aubrey and Mallie, but then again, thinking on it now, he was naive then, and everything he had heard had fell to reality.

She wasn't a bad cat. Just a bit scratchy around the edges. Lars had to man up to match her. That much from that night he could tell. He should have told her so then and there, but it was supposed to be civil. Simple. A night without worries or fear, and with all the other leaders around during a war, it wasn't a good time to simply put yourself out in the middle of a fight.

"Well...well....well... Look what the cat dragged in." A snickering grin rolled over him. If he were Jim Carey he would look like Lemony Snickett or whatever that guys name was. Another crappy villain. Another crappy movie.

He rose on two feet, looking down with a raised chin. Some would imagine that as difficult, but he wasn't the one on the ground now was he?

Still no food Sev?

"No worries my bosomy friend. I didn't come to intrude on your territory." He began as steps closer fell into effect. Sevanni hadn't been in the playing mood lately. Taking over territory was not on his list of things to do. Not just yet anyway.

Giselle could come in handy should she feel the need to catch a high priced bounty. So far four had been set down with pen and paper, not yet having to be processed through his good Sir. Hyde was always on top of his game like that, but this....this could be fun. Maybe after he would send a telegram.

They still have those right?

"Don't you know it's impolite to sneak up behind other vampires? Especially those as dangerous as me?" Or so they claimed. Giselle; he knew, didn't take kindly to threats and idle compromises. Sevanni hated the bitch with a passion but not as much as others at the moment. Give onto others. Give onto others.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle glared through her sunglasses, "Yeah... Damn cat needs to stop doing that. It's going to be the death of me." She stood en guard. She kept wary eyes trained on his. Without looking away she removed the sunglasses and hat. Lustrous red hair toppled over her shoulders. She shook it out and swept it back. Sevanni didn't seem any more happy to see her than she did.

He was being pretty straight with her, which was him at all. Sevanni was a secretive type of guy, if he wanted this territory, he wouldn't have told her. He was coming off as disgustingly nice (for him, that is). She didn't like it. Obviously, there was a reason for him being here, and if he wasn't hostile at the moment, there was a reason for that, too.

His presence was already irritating her, and his talk wasn't helping his chances of this ending this without a tongue lashing. "On the contrary, actually. If you claim to be so dangerous, then caution is necessary," she snapped curtly. "But don't flatter yourself. Politeness was thrown out the window at the ball, and it has since been so. And we both know you're far more dangerous to yourself than others. Just how did that war turn out?"

She didn't give him an opportunity to answer before she was turning around and looking back at him, "Now if you'll excuse me..."

[HIDDEN EVIL]

The little bitch had a mouth on her. If time gave way and Sevanni saw fit to take himself out of the equation and rid himself from the world that was his business. What others thought to be true from others mouths, well that was their own stupidity for listening to rumors. Everything Sevanni did was done out of love and stupid mortal emotions. Slipping through the cracks of an endless circle of time and the same old bullshit.

If she thought she could just say something to him and walk away, she had another thing coming.

She turned, and already he was amused. Making his quickening pace in front of her path and grabbing her neck up with a large hand. A good arm length away, and still cautious of those legs and where they might kick. What her hands could and may do.

"I took actions at the ball because you were unkind to my guests." Odd of how protective he was with the two mortal females. "But....you in general......" Snarled out with utter disgust. "You are just nothing but trouble and a waste of space."

He gripped her neck harder with pressing fingertips, throwing her down to the ground hard as if she were weightless and before she could manage to fight back with great re-course.

"Don't worry little girl. Your life is meaningless to me." He continued on without reverence for her or her partner. "But Lars on the other hand....." A cunning grin snaked his lips and he knew he could get a nice little rebound from that. "Lars is a different story." Eyes widened as his tone grew darker slightly. Hunger in his tone. "But that's if I really wanted him. or to hurt you." A smile and a short chortle had left that throat. Shaking his head because she had appeared so shameful.

"And I never claimed to be dangerous.......But I am."

[Giselle Audley]

(( I repeat: ))

Something in Sevanni made her entire body stiffen. She could no longer make the cold exit she desired, because he would not let her. He stood directly in her path. This was just not okay. She opened her mouth to make a venomous rebuttal, but his hand found her throat. Giselle rolled her eyes, unamused. She stopped breathing so she wouldn't start choking.

Sevanni silenced her. This was something Giselle refused to let another man do to her. Not even Jack.

She could have brought her knee up into his groin, stomp on his foot, elbow him in the stomach, but she didn't. She allowed him to deride her so he could express his feelings. What a sad, troubled man indeed. She was thrown to the ground. She made a face when she received a mouthful of grass for the second time that night. With her throat released, she growled fiercely.

"Yeah yeah, waste of space, I don't deserve to live, I'm meaningless to you, 'I'm nothing and I'll always be nothing'," she drawled. Giselle wasn't the least bit miffed. She heard this too many times, and knew the bad guys only resorted to this when they had nothing better to say.

He was getting immense pleasure from pissing her off. Giselle endured it, allowing him to feed her rage. This was the Sevanni she knew, not some look-a-like that enjoyed exchanging pleasantries at a well, of all the places. And he wasn't exactly pleasant to begin with. She decided to be the better man and walk away before anything escalated into a fight. She hated to sound like a child, but he started it, she was off the hook for once. She could take pride in returning home bruised and battered and tell Lars she wasn't the instigator this time.

Then Sevanni did a no no. He pulled out the words that struck some tender nerves. Giselle was livid. He was bluffing. He had absolutly no power over her. Standing, she said, "Bringing Lars into this only proves how weak you are, Sevanni. If you think hurting Lars would weaken me, then you are terribly mistaken because I promise you, lay a hair on him and I will make your eternal life so miserable. You're a coward. Your quarrel is with me," she spread her arms open wide in invitation, "So come and kill me."

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Sevanni stood there growing more amused by her words. Mocking him like some sort of monkey. His arms folded over his chest as he looked down at her with an amused pity. A small pout to pick on her some. "I'm glad you feel the same way I do. Low self esteem is a bitch isn't it Gizzzzzzz." Pushed out like a buzzing bee.

She could easily be swatted, then what would her precious boy do without her? Probably go die somewhere out of having no idea what to do. Poor Lars, no more Giselle. So sad. Please. It was an old sob story that he had heard, and played part to too many times. Pity them? As if.

She managed to stand as if she had some power in her to make a move. Sevanni was all relaxed and mellow to these actions. Let her try something. It wasn't as if he wouldn't react to a run on him. "Bringing Lars into this only proves how weak you are, Sevanni. If you think hurting Lars would weaken me, then you are terribly mistaken because I promise you, lay a hair on him and I will make your eternal life so miserable. You're a coward. Your quarrel is with me,"

A tilt of his head as he looked at her with amusement. "Oh sweetheart. If I wanted to hurt young Lars I would." Soft tones moving through the air before his voice grew slightly darker. He couldn't even stand to look at her. That damn pale skin and that chin and those lips. He would have to start calling her George. She was just too curious for her own damn good. And snotty as well.

"I wouldn't call it an act of cowardly action. If I hurt him....I hurt you." He grinned while he said it. Moving his head level with his folded arms as if he were going to let his head roll right off and over the earth's surface. Silly Giselle. Tricks were for kids, and well, she was nothing but a trick for her's. Just too dumb to realize it.

"Want to keep going?"

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle was really starting to get ticked off. Keeping her short temper in check was irritating. She should just shove the mother fucker down the well and be done with it. If it wasn't for her refusal to relieve her irritability through her fists, then Sevanni would have a bloody nose by now. She wasn't going to stoop to his level. She'd been through too many near death experiences to play the ballsy card as much anymore. Giselle was brash, and she was trying her hardest to use a little discretion before she leaped into the fray. She no longer had her own life to worry about.

Sevanni was a push over, and he was aggravating as fuck. Restraining herself from assaulting him was sufficient practice. She continued the verbal spar with more acidity, "I don't like having to repeat myself, Monsieur, 'The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong,'" she quoted Georges Bidault. "Think on it, you sleazy wretch," she spat. Through the corner of her eye, Giselle noticed a blemish on her white jeans.

No fucking way. Giselle's eyes narrowed to slits. Through gritted teeth, she snarled, "You got grass stains on my white pants," she lurched for the bastard's throat. But with her fingers outstretched and inches from his neck, she couldn't carry the attack out because that would break the promise to herself. Her hands shook violently when she ordered herself to drop them; they would have none of it wanting, passionately to strangle him until his eyes popped out of their sockets instead of the air Giselle was presently throttling. She squeezed her eyes shut and breathed noisily through her nose. She tore her hands away unwillingly.

She folded her hands behind her back and stepped away. In an unusually calm voice, she uttered quietly, "You ruined my new pants," she held out a hand, "Pay. Up."

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"I don't like having to repeat myself, Monsieur, 'The weak have one weapon: the errors of those who think they are strong," Silly Giselle and her silly quotes. Was she not original where she couldn't create her own sayings? "Think on it, you sleazy wretch," The bitch was really pushing his patience. Who did she think she was talking to like that? Did his name spell out Jack? No, and thank the demons it hadn't. Touching her would have been like a scratch to the cornea.

"Your just a foul mouthed little girl with no actions to back your talk." Poor thing. Didn't she know by now that Sevanni was not one for ill willed language or action toward him? He believed, truly and deeply, that she pushed his buttons on purpose because she liked angering him.

"You got grass stains on my white pants," He was taken back by the statement. Who gave a damn about her freaking pants? Surely not he. After all, she was the one who had approached where he had been be it her city zone or not. How many times had she gone to New York, or spent time in London while he stayed there?

He made note of her actions, wide eyes and expecting something to be released. He merely chuckled rather evilly when she placed her hands behind her back, prevention here was everything.

"You ruined my new pants," she held out a hand, "Pay. Up." A smirk then before his hand reached into his pocket. Eyes steadily focused on her to see if she would strike out. "Okay Gizzzz." He reapt her name out as if her name was some form of a venereal disease. Pulling out something and placing it in her hand. If there was any kind of repetitiveness between them, it would be more apparent now to see a nice shiny Washington head quarter in the palm of her hand.

"That ought to cover it eh?" The smirk grew devious. It was better for her to take it, or throw it in the well and wish for something that would help her out here.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle was shaking with the pent up frustration. Her fingers curled around the quarter and bit into her palm. She jerked her hand to her side and quietly fumed. Oh the things she wanted to do to him. Too bad Lars wasn't here, he would have enjoyed bashing the asshole.

The longer he invaded her dumping grounds, the more she wanted to rip his head off and make it a trophy. But she still refused to pleasure him with an uncontrollable outburst. That's what he wanted, and she wasn't about to give him that.

But his face... there were so many things wrong with it. A few slashes, gouged out eye, bloody nose and lip, perhaps an ear ripped off. Yes, his face would be easy to fix, maybe after that he'd be able to hold a woman down. Poor, lonely, single Sevanni. She pitied him.

Giselle had to ask herself, what did she want to do? For starters, rip his tongue out. Yes, she did want to make the bastard bleed. She figured Sevanni at least wanted to see her lose it. Of course he didn't want his face and or genitalia in ruins. But as long as she was happy, that's all that mattered.

"Fuck it." With that said, Giselle swung her purse and went to smash it into his face whilst bringing her knee up to his groin. Sevanni could possibly deflect one of the two attacks, but definitely not both of them.

Here she was again, starting another fight. She held out long enough, she probably beat her record for that. She couldn't resist the action, and she'd more than likely return to the mansion with a few broken bones and blood stained clothing. Maybe Lars would be disappointed, and yes, she did care, but she was certain when she mentioned it was Sevanni, he'd regret missing out.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"Fuck it." When she said that Sevanni knew to expect something from the broad. When you looked into someone's eyes you could always tell their next move. It was how his brother managed to beat him at every chess game since the age of ten. Giselle, she was pitied.

When she moved to hit him with her purse, he side stepped and grabbed her arm, the kick really getting him on the outer thigh, causing him to grumble and grab her arm harder, swinging her around the the side and heavily swinging her toward the well. She could hopefully hit it and get the wind knocked out of her. Tell her why she should stop trying to piss him off.

He hated Giselle with a passion. He couldn't understand why, but there was something about her that screamed bad news bears. He didn't want any part in that what so ever. He was sure of that. Usually he didn't back away from threats, but he didn't like beating on women either. Well, for the most part. When he did it was for special reasons, but Giselle was different. Not because he hated her, but because he hated her and didn't know why.

At the party, it hadn't mattered anymore. That was in the past of what he had believed to be a start of a new life, but even before that, and well after, Sevanni still hated her. It wasn't just a pop up feeling, but from the moment he laid eyes on her, his stomach knotted in a bad way.

"You will not attempt to harm me." He spoke as he stepped toward her with heavy steps. "He could still feel the throbbing pain in his side, she would pay for that as well. "Your men aren't bold enough to put you in your place..." He reached out fast and grabbed a bushel of her hair in a tight palm, pulling her forward so she couldn't play anymore of her tricks. "But I am not one of them." He mashed her face into the dirty grass, heavy his hand to her head and with the nasty look on his face, she was lucky that's all he did.

[Giselle Audley]

Sevanni's counter attack was predictable, as per usual. He was using basic self defense techniques, which were sufficient if they were both human. He failed to impress her. As soon as he grabbed her arm, she thrust it upward and tried tearing it out of his grasp by jerking it to the side. No go. He had a good grip on her. She noted her kick had ill effect of him, so she tried again, going between the legs. However, instead of up, she struck into the inside of his leg to hopefully trip him so he fell. Before the attack could affect him, he regained control by swinging her arm around behind her, and shoving her headfirst into the well. He let go, and in mid-air she twisted her body around so she hit the well with her hands behind her back. With her hands, she pushed off the well with both her legs together bent in a V, she went to kick him in the stomach.

But then he advanced again. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, Giselle's hands reflexively strangled his wrists in hopes of pulling them off her. Now she was helping him pull her hair, and the pain was making her panic. She quickly gathered her wits to perform a fast thinking counterattack. She held on with both her hands to the hand he was using to pull her hair, and she forced them into her head to relieve the pulling pressure. The outside of her arms blocked her face if he was thinking about any cheap shots. She was in a position under him because she was ducking her head in. She brought the pointed toe of her shoe up into his stomach, then ducked under his arm until his hand couldn't reach a grip on her hair anymore. She was to the outside of his elbow now, and held his arm horizontally from herself. She kept her hold on his hand so he couldn't use it, and with her other arm she hooked it from behind him and under his armpit. Now he was bent over facing the ground, and her body between the back of his arm, and her side pressed up against his side. She had him trapped. Or so she thought. She let go of his hand to bash his face in with both her fists, and then next thing she knew she was eating grass.

Though she had her mind set on pulverizing him, his snide remarks didn't go unnoticed. "Shut the fuck up you arrogant twot. You want to fuck me, admit it and move on. Poooor little Sevvie who envies me, has no control over me. Just because Aubrey got tired of sucking your cock doesn't give you the jurisdiction to rape. News travels fast, dipshit. Even I don't like werewolves, but what you did was fucking ridiculous. Asshole," she snarled acidicly. She understood that Sevanni liked control. When control was lost, rape was turned to. Giselle had been keeping tabs on Sevanni. He'd been under her radar since the halloween ball. "NOW GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" She reached up behind her and throttled his wrists. Getting a strong hold, she pulled him up over her head. As she bent her body in a U, she got the crooks of her legs around his neck, and flipped him over her and onto his back. Giselle scrambled to her feet and shot at him with vampiric speed. She aimed for a hard kick in his side, to hopefully push him over onto his stomach, then she dug her knee into his back and looped her arms around his neck. She got him in a choke hold in the joints of her arms which intersected in front of her face. Pressing her knee into his back, and yanking him up, her intention was to either break his spine or neck. For added discomfort, she tore her fangs into the back of his neck and started drinking.

the count was 666 and she's wearing this and also, O.o take that?.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

It wasn't that she had managed to get the better of him in that moment. He utterly despised how she was playing this little game. Anger was so unbecoming, and even that Charmed little presence she gave didn't really shove that knot out of his stomach. The two of them should never been seen together. Fighting, or any other little event.

"Shut the fuck up you arrogant twot. You want to fuck me, admit it and move on. Poooor little Sevvie who envies me, has no control over me. Just because Aubrey got tired of sucking your cock doesn't give you the jurisdiction to rape. News travels fast, dipshit. Even I don't like werewolves, but what you did was fucking ridiculous. Asshole,"

Oh she was a cunnint little cunt and he wanted to kick her in hers. How lovely though the bitch could sing like a little canary, and unfortunately for Inora, he was going to have to prove why he was a monster. Why he had meant what he said.

The little kick about Aubrey was of no surprise. This coming from a woman who had only been with very few men and couldn't even manage to show her sexual love toward Larsy poo. Such a shame. Seemingly innocent. Hardly.

There was no attraction for him to her. No reason to ever want her. Granted there was the accidental time where he attempted to harm some guy because he had threatened Giselle, when in actuality he had enflicted the pain onto the wrong person, but it was a misunderstanding that was soon fixed, and it had brought him toward Aubrey and Xavier. That was when his entire life changed and flipped upside down for the worst.

"NOW GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" She was a bitch with a temper. But now she was pushing it when she managed to cause a hard barrel hold to him. Somehow, he wasn't even sure what the fuck had happened but somehow she had managed to kick at his side where he had turned away from her. A wrong thing to do considering the hold she soon had him in.

It wasn't as if he had been unguarded, it was that he was caught in a thought of his own entity, and she had taken the perfect moment to become a bold bitch.

As she held him in a choke hold he was thinking about the possible outcomes. She could attempt to snap his neck. Break his spine. Cause him unaverted pain until he was no more.

Silence filled him though. Managing to encase himself in the presence of immortality all together and listen. Just.....listen.

The smell of her was atrocious, not in a way that was sickening to his stomach or because she was a vampire who he had dubbed Lars's whore, but he could feel her so close to his skin, her mouth to his flesh that his eyes suddenly popped open as he heard the click of fangs and attempted to taste his fucking blood.

No fucking way. If she had managed to drink from him, she's for sure turn out a little more like Aubrey, and that was a no no. There wasn't room for a fourth female Sevanni in the world. Make that fifth, and there was no way he could deal with it being Giz. But wouldn't it be nice to know that he could hear her and feel her from afar? Stalk her even if he had managed to bite back?

A large grunting growl emanated from his throat, his hands had reformed to reach behind and not grab only a handful of her afro bushy hair, but (omg haha) the back of the fabric of that slutty garment and force flipped her over him so she would land face up on her back in front of him.

There was no way she was sinking her sluty fangs into him and so much as tasting one iota of his blood. Maybe that's what she wanted. Maybe she was so encased in all that was Sevanni Black that she needed a taste. Like a heroine fix. Fucking crack whore.

He did manage to laugh though. Trying to compile it calmly so he could spit out words. "You don't have to force it out of me love....you could ask you know." A little smirk as he spoke through unbreaking breaths that he only did for her. He didn't need to breathe. He was dead. Didn't she realize that? The only thing she did was let her dead pale arms chafe his neck.

All he wanted to do was come and relax, and she had come stalking up out of nowhere like some tiger with her dead food. What was she a bear? Saving her stuff for her upcoming hibernation? He had to admit, even though she was sexy in her own way and Lars had some taste, she was still a deathtrap between the legs. No wonder her lovers never lasted.

[Giselle Audley]

Sevanni, the bastard, didn't have half a brain to come up with his own moves. She rolled her eyes when she felt his hands on her back. She knew what was about to happen. Her fangs had only grazed his flesh when he flipped her over him. Giselle allowed him to do it, too. She had a number of tricks up her sleeve that could get her out of that situation. But she didn't want to give Sevanni a demonstration, he'd probably steal one of those moves, too. In addition, she really didn't want to drink his vile blood. She only felt obligated to because she was in prime positioning. She debated whether she should thank him or not.

Before she fell over him, she managed to get a grip on his nose. She jerked it to the side in an attempt to break it before Sevanni finished flipping her and she couldn't reach anymore. She was uncertain if it broke or not, but at least she had the satisfaction of establishing she was a saucy little bitch with charming persistence. She looked up at Sev who was over her now. Strange thing was he wasn't holding her down. As much as she'd love to spend the rest of her night pummeling him since she honestly had nothing better to do, he wasn't going to fight back. Thanks Sev, you loser, way to kill the fun.

She arched a brow and chuckled at his not very degrading comment. Nice try. So she managed to fuel is ego after all. "Don't flatter yourself you proud bastard. Your blood is just about as worth as werewolf shit. I thank you for stealing my move. Though I really shouldn't have expected more from you. You fight like a pansy," Giselle cackled. The vampress did a flashy kip-up, which is the technical name for the acrobatic move of rolling backward, curling her knees into her chest, then pushing off the ground with her palms behind her head, thrusting her legs out, and landing in a perfect standing position, sticking the landing. But seriously, not everyone could do it. She'd seen many failed attempts by vampires, but she got a good laugh out of it.

Giselle pouted full, crimson colored lips. Approaching Sev gingerly until she was within kissing distance, she pinched his cheek, ensuring her long, french manicured nails nipped him. "Awwwweh Sevvie Wevvie! I know why you really came to Paris," Giselle released his face and slapped his cheek lightly. "You want me to put you out of your misery! Why, I'd be honored," she reached into the back pocket of her grass stained white jeans and pulled out a lighter. She held the leopard print encased butane zippo directly under Sevanni's nose and flicked the flint-wheel. The tiny blue flame ignited. Giselle grinned and waggled the flame.

the count was 465 and she's wearing this and also, xDDDD got your nose! Sorry, I had to write that in just so I could say that here. So casual conversation, aye? Oh, and feel the wrath of flamey!.