<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><div style="text-align: center"><a class="link link--external" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n99/vampiregirl22/screen.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Tsukiko Kimiko</a>​</div></span></span><br/>She watched the creature cower in fear and defeat in front of her and it brought an even more satisfied grin to her lips.<br/><br/>It amused her to watch him literally shrink from her, despair apparent in every fiber of his being, she revealed in it. The murderous rage running through her veins like an intoxicating poison through pure waters. What a rush it gave her to watch the helpless abandon the extreme despair and horror that flashes through a victims eyes in that moment before she kills them. Everything before that final moment of death; every flicker of emotion, every sign of regret shows so clearly. They end up being open books that anyone could stop and read.<br/><br/>Regret, sorrow, sadness, lust; oh so many things that run across a persons mind before death. All of it running across their face like words in a book. When a person stares death in the eyes the mask every person wears to hide their true feelings is forgotten and falls away, revealing the story that lies in their eyes. Tsukiko always enjoyed reading the final chapters in a persons life; The part where the story is written in their own blood. Their own little entreaties of good-bye as they die.<br/><br/>"<b>Bête noire</b>" The word was spoken with a cold low venom as she stared into the eyes of the little demon she was about to murder. Of course she didn't know where it had come from nor even what language it was but it seemed to fit.<br/><br/>She felt the cold blade dig into her palm as she pressed it closer to the guys neck, the blade nicked the skin so easily as if it were nothing more than silk. She'd been so lost in the throes of blood-lust she hadn't registered her sisters presence nor the fact that she was coming closer. To be completely honest she'd<i>almost</i>forgotten she was there at all. She only remembered herself when she felt her sisters warm hand rest on her shoulder and heard her voice enter in her mind.<br/><br/>Blinking she felt the cold darkness recede from herself and her eyes returned to normal, however she still held the blood drenched blade dangerously close to the demons neck, her grip wavered and she held it tighter and felt it dig farther into her flesh and she winced finally registering the pain. Biting the inside of her lip she looked from the demon to her sister "<i>Are you sure?...</i>" she thought her gaze drifting back to the demon and she realized just how terrified he was and her gaze widened slightly. Had she really looked so...horrifying? Straightening up she dropped the blade and it hit the ground and disappeared into a sort of dark liquid that resembled blood but just like that it sank into the earth and was gone.<br/><br/>Bringing her hands up to her face she stared at the deep wound on her hand; stared at the dark red blood that seemed to flow endlessly from it "<i>Did I look so....Appalling Hikaru?</i>" she thought not looking up. She stared for a long time at her hands even after the wound had closed up she just stared, she felt sickened with herself; if that was the right word to describe it. She felt like she wanted to peel off her skin and throw it away, or to just die and sink into the earth forgotten. "<i>I-I'm sorry...when you let go of me and began chanting....I felt myself being consumed by this hateful, murderous darkness....</i>" she thought not even wanting to look her sister in the eye. She felt so filthy and wished her sister wouldn't stand so close to her, nor touch her. Her touch seemed to scorch her like something pure touching something tainted; and she did feel so very tainted.<br/><br/>Dropping her hands to her side her gaze moved towards the demon boy and she slipped from her sisters touch feeling like it was wounding her heart. "<i>Should we have him accompany us....show us how things work? Maybe even help us to talk like them?</i>" she thought blinking slowly.<br/><br/>It was hard to believe that a few moments ago she was controlling the power that would rival even deaths capabilities. It was hard to believe that when right now she looked like a strange beautiful woman who felt shamed and hurt.