Servatis a maleficum- Benji

[Belinda Kassimir 'S']

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Time: late evening
Place: cemetary
Lyrics: whispers-evanesence
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Whispered voices at my ear

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-------- Death before my eyes

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The death of her client hadn’t come as much of a shock. More than likely it was because she was the one who’d killed him. She’d had the chance to stare into the bastard’s eyes as she slowly watched him writhe in pain….feeding off of every second of his greatly prolonged misery. It was amazing what just one microliter of her venom could to do … it was almost sad when the man had stopped breathing. Conveniently enough the man had deserved to die. Not that someone always had to deserve death in order to receive it at her hands. It often depended on her mood or “calculations”…whatever resulted in the greater good. Though in her opinion she was the greatest good.

Now she stood before the camera…sorrow was great in her eyes as she mourned the death of someone who wasn’t only her client but also a beloved friends. The woman could fake sincerity quite easily. He was a well-known executive…he’d gone to trial about some deal that he’d made that had gone horribly wrong and ended up with the death of several people…most of them children. Belinda was more than happy to defend him…however after winning the case…he became disposable to her. She had managed to acquire more prestige and finances from winning the case.

As she stood among the family of the deceased. It was almost humorous to watch them mourning the death of the man. Not even aware that his murderer was among them. She was happy enough to stand there feeding off of the crowd. Such …sweet…sorrow. After the ceremony she wandered among the graves for a moment. There were still traces of misery from recent visits of family members. It was like a park for her…always a good place to gather her thoughts…plot for leading the world into her grasp…yes…sanity was not this woman’s strong point. While the rest of the funeral party had left , she remained on the grounds of the cemetery. She walked over the grave of her client…a small smirk on her visage. Her hand ran along the marble of the stone. “ I’d say rest in peace…however resting in torment would be more interesting notion for you.” She whispered softly…assuming no one else was around to hear her. How the taste of sorrow lingered in the air where she stood. Until she felt something else …her eyes quickly moved to the form of a man… She jumped back a bit… (mostly to feign being frightened)the smirk fell from her face and what remained was an innocent and surprised look. “ You frightened me sir.”

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Servatis a periculum

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[Benjamin "Benji" Ryan]

There wasn’t much work today. He knew he should really go to Hollywood or something so he could get better jobs more quickly. Though Benji loved his home state so felt the need to film around there, have Hollywood stars interested fly over, and even have try-outs for new faces. Benji liked giving no-names a shot at fame. There was just something there - he being some powerful overlord on their fate. That just felt interesting. The judge of their demise. Will they get the part after putting hundreds and hundreds in trying to look good and moving over there or was it all in vain? He liked being a judge… Though it was short-lived today. Starting to cast for another film, his photography regime was the only thing getting him money so far. Though the man didn’t mind. All he needed was a thousand a month and he can survive just fine. It may not be extravagant or anything of the sort but it would be livable nonetheless and that was all that mattered. He had to live anyways… The man had no family. Though he was dead and death was on his doorstep constantly, he felt the need to live. Maybe have a legacy for his family’s name? Just not now, of course.

The man had too much work to do and put his job more on the line than the thought of settling down. The time wasn’t now. That was for sure. Not when he was on active duty constantly. It was like hearing the microwave buzzer go on and off on and off constantly. His grim reaping side of him was ever constant. Like now… There was one woman he reaped almost mercilessly. He didn’t give her a chance to say goodbye. He did that too much and it cost him time… So much time. Death did not wait and he did? It wasn’t fair to him. Though much like sending condolences, the man decided to visit her grave after the ceremony. If there was one thing he hated, it was being questioned why he was there, who was he, and if they are film nerds: why is Benjamin Ryan at some guys funeral? Press was the devil. He didn’t want that as well.

Once some tryout castings were done, Benjamin left the scene and drove back home. He got dressed in all black attire. His t-shirt slightly tucked in exposing that black belt with silver buckle. Though he did grab a duster and held it in his hand. Vanishing from his living room, the man appeared in the graveyard not too far from a woman. His face was unemotional and his eyes stared down at the grave below his ebon combat boots. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that he realized there was a gasp then some words; which caused the man to turn his head promptly to the side. Oops. He didn’t know someone was there. Before he decided to vanish, he sensed something off about her and relaxed those slightly tensed muscles of his. She was paranormal… Weird crap should be normal for her, right? At least that was how his mind saw it all. “Someone’s jumpy.” He spoke before looking back down at the grave. In a nonchalant tone, he replied, “Get used to it.” Looking down at it for a few moments, Benjamin finally turned around and started to walk off. Outstretching an arm, the man started to slip on his duster. He was done here for the day.

[Belinda Kassimir 'S']

Murder…stealing…lying cheating…she did anything that “furthered her cause” . More often than not she took pleasure in the pain of her victim’s demise. She wasn’t really the sweetest of women. Though there were times when she certainly could appear so…she could even be sincere, loving, kind and generous. Though she could also be bitter , cruel, sadistic, and treacherous. Which one came out was a game of chance. She wasn’t quite stable as a human and once she became a demon…well it all went to proverbial hell. One thing she assured was that she got what she wanted and when she wanted it. What she wanted was to win a case and see her client punished. She got both…in the most elegant and satisfying manner possible. She could still taste the man’s suffering as she stood at his funeral watching his widow and children weeping for their loss…she was sure to take in a bit of sorrow since she was there for the occasion…might as well feed more while she was at it. After the service was over she hung around. Cemetary’s were a good spot to think clearly. The lingering sorrow in the air was quite energizing…she’d find herself doing some case work on a bench or under a tree at times. For now she was just taking a bit of a stroll before making her way back to the grave of the man she’d murdered…taking pride in her work before she noticed someone appear. He wasn’t a being she’d encountered before though. At least she couldn’t recognize what he was.

She looked at him for a moment…acting as if she was still trying to catch her breath.“are you suggesting that you intend to frighten me again? Well that doesn’t sound very kind?” She asked with an inquisitive look. As the man turned his back to her. Something about the man had managed to catch her attention. “ How did you do that. “ She said moving towards him…acting as if she didn’t have a clue. Playing the innocent woman. Though it was’t his appearance that drew interest…rather it was that air of death that surrounded him. One thing that came from death was sorrow. There was the slightest chance that the man could be of use to her. Of course if he wasn’t she could always make use of him. She wasn’t interest enough to pursue him across the cemetery. She was just curious enough to reach out and stop him. “ Were you a friend of his?” She asked. As he had appeared near the grave. “Or are you here for someone else.” She didn’t sense any recent sorry around the man. There was something old and buried…nothing that could be fed off of . He obviously wasn’t here to mourn anyone.

[Benjamin "Benji" Ryan]

Cruelty. Some people would sue that word frequently in Benji. He was the nicest guy you’d ever met but having everything he loved stripped away in one day; the man got cold. Colder than anyone else would. Sure, the nice side of him did come out here and there but the man was more blunt, a little crude, cold as in he said the truth and didn’t sugar coat anything. And of course the feeling of death surrounded the man. He lost everything and now he was taking everything from other people. Though not before his time. He did reap some people before their time but they were suffering in his eyes - mainly homeless. Benjamin did get yelled at and punished for his acts by his ‘boss’ but other than that he was good. Boredom struck the man so… He decided to visit the cemetery of his latest kill if you will. He gave her no mercy and well… The nicer side of Benji came out. He decided to visit her grave and just give some silent respects to her. He acted fast, he acted swift, and he acted mercilessly. Didn’t even give her a second to say goodbye.

The respects didn’t last long before he noticed the woman. Having a big mouth, he spoke up. “No. I implied that you should get used to it for if a small thing like my appearance scares you, by the time you leave you’d be scared again. So get used to it.” Maybe he didn’t get spooked easily or at all but she seemed to. He didn’t think she saw him appear, he was just there, but he could be wrong. Not like she was a normal human being anyways… Her numbers were extravagantly abnormal and high. Her dying anytime soon… Unheard of. “Pixie dust and unicorn hair.” He spoke sarcastically. It was magic or well ‘himself’ that did it. Magic flowed through his veins somewhat. He could do some special things; mainly designed for reaping difficult ‘prey’. Glancing her up and down, the man shrugged before mentally critiquing her harshly. “Her. And no.” He spoke, correcting her and looking over at her; the grave was in the back burner now. “Just her. It doesn’t concern you, though.” Ah, the difficult Benji. Ever a pain.

[Belinda Kassimir 'S']

Belinda wasn’t your typical demon. She was one of those demons that gave demons that little reputation. The woman honestly thought she was doing good…she figured that she was truly the last being left to save this world. The only way to do so was to reshape it…bring chaos to chaos…much as one burns a fire to stop a fire. Everything she did she justified by this method. Every man and woman she killed or destroyed. She smiled at his statement about her being afraid.“ Perhaps you are simply a frightening man?” She replied. “ A woman alone at night…there are dangerous people in this town. How am I supposed to know you aren’t one? “She was half tempted to start circling him like a shark. But no…she’d play the innocent bystander card for now. She was just a simple woman at a funeral. That was all she needed to be. Oh she could play the game well when she wanted to. When she wanted to show her true colors …well…there was hardly a being on earth that knew who she really was…what she really was. Though she hardly knew who or what she was. The woman wasn’t the most sane stable creature on the planet, but she could fake it like a pro.

She walked over to the man and looked up at him not leaving much distance between them.. “ really…where does one find that? Do you have it hidden up your arse? All that unicorn hair?” She said with a bit of a smirk. He wasn’t the only one who could be sarcastic. She just threw his crap right back at him. Maybe testing him a little. Maybe trying to see if he was interesting enough to pursue…perhaps he’d be a useful follower. Maybe a little pawn in her game.

She looked at him. She could feel pain from him…but not concerning this woman. This wasn’t the source . “long lost Lover? Then again you don’t seem too heartbroken about her? I hope you didn’t kill her. ” She said tilting her head a bit. An innocent look in her face and venom in her heart. “ Doesn’t concern me? I simply wish to comfort someone who is in pain. “ She said with a gentle smile. “ would you deny me that pleasure?” She said still trying to sniff out what he was. She could taste pain…sorrow …and she could sense death emanating around him…as if he was steeped in it. It almost reminded her of how she could feel life surrounding her ex-husband. It drew her interests a little. How long her interests would last was an entirely different question.

[Benjamin "Benji" Ryan]

Was he frightening? Benjamin just rolled his shoulders at her comment. “To you it would seem.” He wasn’t too big on arguing so he just agreed with her and dropped it… Unless she started it up or continued then he was up and at it again most likely. How was she supposed to know he wasn’t a dangerous soul? Benji rolled his eyes at her comment. “If I was you’d be dead already or I’d woe you in with a puppy or candy.” Sarcasm flowed through his voice the last few words. If everyone was so paranoid in the world, nothing would get done and no one would have friends. She should get over it… People visited graves of loved ones or whatever, she should know that by now. As she approached, Benjamin looked over at her with a soft glare. She seriously was going to step into his personal space bubble? Really? Wow. “Yeah. Want to dig up there and grab some for yourself?” Once again; sarcasm.

Long lost lover? Psh. He lost Keiko a long time ago and this woman certainly wasn’t her. No one could be her. Though Benji wasn’t even thinking about her, but the woman he merciless reaped. Call it condolences. Some respect for his rash reaction. He was just in a very, very bad mood that day. “And what if I did? Going to arrest me?” Like before, sarcasm spilled form his voice like venom. Glaring at her more promptly, Benjamin’s jaw tensed. She wasn’t going to leave him alone, was she? Apparently not. “Look, lady,” At least he called her a lady and not some hooker on the corner, which was his second thing he’d call her, “Mind your business and scram. Getting in my personal space isn’t such a smart thing to do.” Threatening her? Nah, call it a warning. Benji wasn’t one to reap someone who’s time wasn’t up, but he could punch like a boxer… And push. Trip, too. Whatever it came to. Or just vanish and reappear somewhere else away form this woman if she persisted. There was a certain amount of restraint and temperance he had and she was testing it.

[Belinda Kassimir 'S']

She’d never come across a grim reaper in her past. She knew an angel of life…but never one of death. Though the vibes she was getting from the man were not quite angelic. She liked the scent and feel of death that surrounded him. It made her a little curious…curious enough to waste a minute or two toying around with him.. “I’m not that easy to woo or kill…takes a lot more than a puppy and candy.” She said with a bit of a smirk on her lips still keeping that more threatening side of her tucked away. She spoke with a sweeter tone. Parading her false innocence. It was more-so for her own entertainment than any real need . She laughed softly at his next statement. “ don’t tempt me…just might take you up on that. Could always use some unicorn dust.” She said returning his sarcasm.

“ Well ,I do have some handcuffs at home. “ Handcuffs chains…ancient torture mechanisms yea she had them all. She fed from pain….fear…misery of course she’d have the tools to inflict these things in the most creative ways possible. Sure she could feed from the more pleasant emotions but they were hardly as powerful. Though her favorite pain to garner power from was her own. She’d yet to find anyone with the ability to …survive harming her as yet. Usually anyone who dared to lay a hand at her…even at her request ended up dead and buried….or burned. She was a strange woman most definitely.

She was starting to toy with the man a bit. And getting into his personal space…she wanted to see how much she could push him. See what this strange man in the graveyard would do. She was pretty sure she’d be bored enough with him soon as he was seeming to be little more than just crude. Pity. “I’d much rather learn more about yours…” she said …her voice still sweet…but with the slightest bit of a tease in there . She was entertaining herself by mapping out this new creature she’d come across. “ I don’t know…your space has a distinct feel to it. I like it.“ She said tilting her head…not moving out of his space…she wanted to get a rise out of him. She moved closer. “do you intend to harm me if I don’t?” She asked. There was almost a glint of pleasure at the idea…though she did her best to conceal it.

[Benjamin "Benji" Ryan]

The woman’s reply annoyed the man. He was in no mood to… Talk or even try to woo her close to kill her. Though now, killing her might be a blessing. She was annoying him and that was never a good sign when it came to Benjamin and his short tolerance. And her sarcasm! It was enough to make the man’s teeth grind up against one another, clamping down in sheer annoyance. He did love sarcasm but she struck his annoyance nerve, and it was activated. Though maybe he initiated her sarcasm with his own about the arresting, for her next comment was not one of concern, but one of sarcasm once again. “Is that all you can dish out - sarcastic comments?” Benji inquired. Arching a brow, the man glanced over at her, dimming his eyes to show her how annoyed he had become of her. Yeah sure, she was beautiful, but the man was annoyed and when Benjamin was annoyed; he didn’t care about anything else.

Giving her a warning, he watched as she approached even more and made a wry and coy comment about hurting her. Benjamin’s jaw tensed sharply and brows furrowed. Raising his hands, he pushed against her upper chest by her shoulders and took a few steps back himself. “I’m not afraid to punch a girl.” He commented before vanishing from view. Some yards away, the man appeared, giving himself some space and distance away form the woman that was annoying him. “Such an annoying woman.” He grumbled underneath his breath before he turned around and started to walk off, hands stuffing themselves in his hoodie pocket. He was done here and just wanted to go home… Grab some warm tea and some high-calorie foods that would make his tummy very much delighted. Hopefully she wouldn’t get the lovely idea of following him, for he seriously didn’t need that crap.

[Belinda Kassimir 'S']

She adored sarcasm…using it seeing others use it. In some cases receiving…as long as she had a better comeback. IF someone bested her they’d probably have to die for that. “For the moment…why do you want something more?” she said giving him a twisted flirtatious smirk. She rose and eyebrow at him…judging him. apparently he was more pathetic than she’d hoped. What a pity… she was hoping with that sense of death surrounding him that he might turn out to be something more interesting. Here he was giving empty threats. She was half tempted to just laugh at him and walk away. Though she was bored enough for the night that she’d keep going a bit longer. Even a Goddess could waste her time on a and droll pathetic soul. Call it an act of mercy…she was giving him the gift of her presence. “That is all that you do? Punch a girl…takes a weak man to just hit a woman.” A real man could do some damage. A real man could break her and leave her begging for more…now that was indeed a real man. However she was yet to find such a creature.

The closest that she had to that was the man who’d broken her heart. She’d hoped that she could get him …break him into becoming the monster she desired…unfortunately his soul was a little to secure at the moment. Had far to much light for her to reach through. It didn’t mean she’d intended to give up. In the mean time she got her little snacks off of her servants. Still , she’d always wanted to find that being…someone with a soul dark enough to destroy her…but good enough to love and worship her. She was starting to have some doubt that such a person existed…so she merely entertained herself with feeding off of sorrow and misery…even causing a bit if she needed to.

She wanted to trouble this man…annoy him…no she wanted to see him raging. Why?...she was bored enough. “pardon me?” She said taking hold of his arm. “Annoying?...hmm like a pest? I don’t think I appreciate being called a pest…why do you belittle me?” she said somewhat perturbed with the man. He apparently didn’t know who he was dealing with…so she was cutting him a bit of slack. She tilted her head a bit. “do you think yourself above me?...that I am not worth your time?” She questioned him… She wanted him to respond…she wanted to get a rise out of him…maybe feed from a bit of anger before heading home for the night.

[Benjamin "Benji" Ryan]

Benjamin wasn't amused at all. In fact, the male was quite annoyed and just wanted to go home. He had enough of this woman and with the expressions plastered upon his facade, one could easily tell that he was done. “Or a strong one to punch her lights out.” Benjamin looked at her with a serious expression. He didn't like her, that was factual. She annoyed him. All the man wanted to do was visit the woman he so mercilessly took away form this world. Call it giving her some slight respect. He was having a bad day when he reaped her. He didn't give her any mercy whatsoever. And now this woman was just killing his little moment. Wow. Can't anything go right this day? Apparently not.

Giving up, Benjamin started to walk away. He was done here. Just done. Though as he did so the woman walked to him and grabbed his arm. “How dare you.” He growled underneath his breath. The muscles coursing throughout his body started to flex and tense up. Not because of the shock of her grabbing him, but out of anger. “Yes. Like a pest.” He turned his head to the side and looked at her over his shoulder before she spoke again – that was when he had enough. Yanking his arm free, Benjamin turned around and lunged at her. During this lunge, a scythe appeared out of thin air as the stench of death that surrounded him increased tenfold. His left hand was on her shoulder and the scythe's blade was at her throat as he pushed her on the ground with his own body looming over hers. “I am above you. I will always be above you.” Growling a bit, Benji pressed the scythe against her neck. Not enough to cut it off but definitely enough to cause her to bleed a bit. He was giving her a warning...

[Belinda Kassimir 'S']

She smirked as he spoke. He seemed like more hot air than anything. Though there was this feeling that she was getting from him. That sensation of death that surrounded him. It was a darkness and a sorrow that was rather enticing to the demon. “ Oh really ? Do you think you’re that strong? Violence seems more like something reserved for those who are too inane to think out a solution. I think you’re more intelligent than that . Or perhaps not? “ She said purposefully insulting him and trying to pull out more anger from him

She’d touched him and he growled at her. “ how dare I? “ She grinned. She liked it… She was interested in the whole fact that he was acting as if he was someone special. It was cute and entertaining. However she wondered if he had anything to back that up. If he was all talk she would have been very disappointed. He called her a pest. She was actually starting to get a little angered at him. but she didn’t’ quite want her little game to end as yet so she kept herself calm. She wanted to lure him in with words rather than violence. She wanted to feed on his anger not drown it with her own. His tasted so sweet.

Oh she was happy to see that he snapped and pulled out a blade and held it to her neck. There was an almost twisted grin that slipped across her lips. “ I’m sure you think so, you simply don’t know any better. Though …I have to say I don’t really mind you being over me right now. It’s quite pleasurable actually.” Belinda grinned as she felt the edge of the blade against her skin. It felt so tantalizing to have the sharp object brushing against her skin. “ can you really kill me? Or is this just an empty threat?” She said pressing her neck slightly against the blade to make it bleed just a bit more. The pain was sharp and burning, a very pleasurable sensation. She was bold little creature. She grinned softly touched her leg against his side. “I suppose I’ll grant your desire. I’ll leave you in peace for the rest of the night… for the record…you’re rage…delicious.” She gave him and little grin.” I’d certainly like to taste more of you.” She said softly while looking up at him. That dark grin not leaving her face as that drop of blood rolled down the side of her neck. It felt cold against her skin. The funny thing about her was that she was quite literally a cold blooded killer. The woman was a sadist to the core…not to mentions he was quite the masochist as well. Which was pretty obvious. She was giving him a glimpse of a person that not many people saw. Why…she was curious to see if she wanted to lure him into her little “campaign” . Maybe he’d be a useful priest…especially if he was so quick to anger and violence. Of course if he turned out to not be worth it she’d probably just have to kill him. Would be a pity.

[Benjamin "Benji" Ryan]

“So violence is reserved for the weak? Says who!?” Defensively he spoke, as if he was one to attack people. Muscles tensed and he was just ready to knock her lights out and just walk away – pretending that nothing of the sort just happened. However, he was resisting. He was trying to be... Civilized to the best of his ability. However, that Grim Reaper side of him was just itching to show her who was the most dominate. Even though her numbers were extraordinarily high, he could knock some of them down a bit... On 'accident', of course. Though this woman was pressing her luck. Benjamin was a normal, respectable man, but unlike most men, he would hit you – and he expected it back, too. That was why he lunged at her, pushing her down to the ground with his scythe at her neck and his body looming over her. It was nice to not have anyone else in the cemetery... Well, that was close by to see. It was a rather large cemetery anyways so, like the people that were in it could see what was going on. And even if they did – they were old and probably saw the Grim Reaper himself. Old people were often labeled as crazy anyways so he was safe.

She spoke more and even pressed her neck upwards... Crazy. That was she was. Not old and crazy, but young and crazy... Or well, whatever she was. He knew how old she was and this wasn't exactly normal. With a sadistic grin, he pressed his scythe down more, “I rather like putting women in their place,” He spoke before continuing to say: on their back – in reply to her first comment. Can he kill her? Benjamin didn't even flinch, “I can do more than kill.” For a split second, and very faded, Benjamin let her see the real him – that skeletal face, the face of death itself. He was a man of power and status and he deserved to be respected, “Leave me in peace?” He rested his lower body more on her; almost sitting on her and preventing her from escaping – the scythe still out and against her neck; not moving, “Says the woman who's in her rightful place, unable to move due to a man.” Was he sexist? Nope. He just made comments like this because he hated this woman tot he core. Taste? Boy she was crazy... “What are you?” He questioned, “Miss three-hundred.” He knew her age, he knew her birthday, he knew of some dates that brought her closer to death (but not what happened)... Didn't know her name and a lot of other information; just things about her age... And time of dying...

[Belinda Kassimir 'S']

She smirked. “ Not all violence…just the rash uncontrolled feckless empty kind. Such as the pathetic violence of humanity…” She said smirking at him. “ do you think that describes yours?” She said challenging him more. Why …why not? The anger and misery radiating from him was too sweet not to play and toy with it…She smiled at his statement and almost moaning as she felt the weapon press deeper into her neck even drawing blood. “ oh do you?” She said rather liking his tone . perhaps she had picked a good mark this time. Maybe…just maybe he was the one she’d been looking for…but he was by far too rash and rather young. She almost laughed when he said that he could do more than that. “a fate worse than death…sounds enticing” She said with a masochistic grin on her face…inviting whatever sadism lied within him. “I beg to differ…a woman’s place isn’t being unable to move due to a man…but rather writhing passionately like a serpent beneath his…dominance. “ She said drawing out the last syllable of the word to almost a hiss before giving him a tempting grin…almost challenging him to take her up on what may or may not have been an offer. “ can you make me writhe darling?” she said with almost a bit of a giggle.

She smiled up at him darkly.“What am I?hmmm…complicated question… possibly your worst nightmare? Or the Goddess of your dreams? That all depends on who you are. “ She ran her tongue over her lips half tempted to lean up and taste his. What sweet death she felt form him…it must have been sweeter to taste. She grinned at his mention of her age. “ Very close…but a true lady never owns up to her true age now?” She said with a dark grin . Though she as probably the furthest thing from a true lady. Not that it was his problem to know this. “I’ve never had the chance of tasting a reaper before…Such potential…there is so much power I could give you…I don’t know if you deserve it though…pity. “ She said with half of a face frown. She still didn’t move from beneath him…no she was enjoying it a little too much for the moment. Though…with her things could change in the blink of an eye and she’d just as quickly murder him in cold blood for having touched her in the first place.

[Benjamin "Benji" Ryan]

She was an interesting character to say the least. Needless to say, Benjamin heard her question about violence but refused to acknowledge it in some sort of reply. All she got was sheer silence. The man didn’t have much morals, but he did have some control… As in she will remain alive until her time. He was a Grim Reaper after all, and her time wasn’t anytime soon. Sad for him, because he’d love to reap this annoying woman and show her who’s boss. However, he had some respect for this sort of thing. When she replied about his remark, Benjamin dimmed his eyes down to a glare. He didn’t like her at all. Not one bit. “Shut up.” He exclaimed, putting the knife more pressed against her neck. To kill her wasn’t his intent so he wasn’t stupid enough to turn it at a different angle and let the red ribbons sore. Apparently scaring her or being dominate in any way wasn’t going to work with the woman. This made Benjamin wishing to just leave with every given second so he didn’t have to deal with this.

Benjamin wasn’t in any mood for games. He got a little bit more in her face, trying to show intensity and determination. He wasn’t in any mood for her playing and fleeting comments whatsoever. “Stop beating around the bush.” He said in a higher octave. She was driving him up the unfurnished walls. With her comment (next one that is) and her un-moving form, more like she liked where she was at, Benjamin pushed himself upwards hastily with his legs alone and glanced down at her with a hard glare before walking off of her and away. He didn’t have time for her nor wanted to contribute to her crazy ways. So what was there to do? Simple: Leave.

[Belinda Kassimir 'S']

She couldn’t help but grin as he yelled at her to shut up…giving her a bit more pain. With pain came power and she could never resist power. Just as she couldn’t resist the power that she was sensing around him. The man felt like death. Her mind was running with ideas of how she could make use of him. Maybe she’d even consider giving him a high position…maybe as a priest…her followers would certainly be impressed. He would most definitely help her to achieve the world that she was fighting for. She smirked as he spoke. She moved even closer to his face as he got into hers. She moved close quickly and pursed her lips so that they could barely touch his…just teasing him. “hmm, no, I’d like to explore more with you…and more of you. I’ll continue beating around whatever I want to…and you’re welcome to do the same.“

It wasn’t long after he got off of her that she summoned one of her “people” to follow him…let her know where the man lived. The death that surrounded him seemed so perfect. Her mind swirled around the idea… a man of death at her side would be so perfect…of course if he refused…that would just seal his own fate. A few days at passed as she’d kept watch over him…she appeared in the man’s living room waiting for him to arrive. When she heard him enter a smile crossed her lips. “ you seem to have so much potential yet you waste it on being a simple movie director? Money is lovely and all but… a man with your power should have so much more don’t you think?” She sat there sipping on some of his wine from his cupboard as if she’d owned the place. She was curious as to how he’d react. She assumed it would probably be anger first…or maybe she’d hoped that he might have a bit of curiosity. “ what if I could offer you more?” she said softly and non-chalantly relaxing back and letting one leg cross over the other causing just a bit more of the cream colored flesh of her thigh to show…almost as if she was offering him and invitation to see more.