A bitter taste lay stagnant on the back of her tongue. The last person in the world she ever wanted to come across was Emery. Emery, Emery, Emery… Memories of the vile and putrid Emery regurgitated itself from the dusty cabinet in the back of her mind. The man who stood in a cocky and ignorant stance before her was a man she learned to despise. Once, a blue moon or two ago, they had a courtship. It seemed like any fairy-tale fucking relationship until he demolished it with a snap of a finger. It was quick, and sharp.
Emery’s husky and relatively annoying voice pierced her eardrums, and caused her stomach to churn. “Always a pleasure as well. A little far off from society, no? Come now Belle, surly your skill with that tiny blade couldn’t have gotten you far in the raids. Do tell me, were the dungeon walls a color of your liking? Drab, dull, just like your personality,” Belle kept cool and calm, even though inside she wanted nothing more than to drive her dagger into his throat.
“Yes I’m far out, but you know what I’m doing here.” her cold eyes gestured in the direction of the rodent corpse. “Speaking of which, I should get back to. I’d rather be around dead animals all day than be around you. Scram.” Belle bit her bottom lips, a simple action that hinted to the blood boiling inside her. Quickly, she turned around and knelt to the ground where her future pelt laid.
She felt Emery’s presence still watching her every move, and her graceful cuts became jagged, but Belle still finished the skinning gracefully. Izzy pulled out of the carcass, and slid back into its sheath. “Don’t make me try and kill you again, Emery. We both know how close I got to slaughtering you the last time you fucked up, love.” Belle chuckled with a sinister tune, tainted with the slightest sadistic glee. She remembered the day she held a steel stake to Emery’s heart when she found him cheating on her, the girl nearly shanked his heart and tied him out to burn. It wouldn’t have been a particularly hard task, it was like killing a bear, requires strength, but not too much.
Belle shoved the skinned carcass, and the squirrel skin into her pack, then stood up. Facing the vampire she smirked. “So my love, is there anything else you’d like to say to me?”
Emery crossed his arms over his chest & watched his ex-lover do what she did best. Belle was generally pretty impressive when it came to skinning animals & such. She had made Emery a nice fur blanket once, & he frowned internally. He had kept that for a while, yet when his home in Brailston was raided it wasn’t something he could take with him.
At the mention of Belle’s “attack”, as he allowed her to call it, he chuckled. It was just like a Fallen Angel to be depressed & hold grudges over the silliest event. Emery was still a young Vampire, yet his urges were more under control than they once were. His fledging was intense, & when Emery had found out he could emit lust from his own body, he was in heaven. Sex as a vampire was always alluring, & the mortals he slept with were nothing more than play mates. However, when he had a sexy angel named Belle, his lust driven urges took a different spin.
“You really ought to let that go, Belle. I’m sure the strain of it alone is what caused those wrinkles around your eyes,” Emery flashed Belle a pearly white smirk. “What have you been up to?”