"<span style="font-style: italic">Well hello. Iâ€™ll pretend you knocked on my door and I invited you in and all of those other niceties. They stepped it up a notch, did they? I was wondering when they would send you. Your reputation precedes you. Anyway, my life wasnâ€™t worth shit. Neither was my undead death either, except perhaps I became slightly more useful to the dredges of society. But you must certainly already know how much my "true death" is worth. You donâ€™t strike me as the cheap type. Tell me, how much did they pay you up front?" </span>So the little girl speaks. Erik laughed a little. Money was what sleazy no good assassins wanted. There was a limit to there pride and their heart. They were the failures to the job. When only money is your reason then you are bound to fail but who was he to apply his reasoning to others.<br/><br/>"Money? Paying me up-front?" A cynical grin crossed his face. "No I like my payment only when the job is doneâ€¦money before hand will only get me killed if I donâ€™t do my job right. But that is not of your concern Vanessa. The money I have now is from past assignments. Men and rarely women who betray and do wrong to others. Whether those they betrayed are unjust, or justly doesnâ€™t matter. The only thing that matters is the person I am highered to track down." He wouldnâ€™t say kill or reveal his tactic just yet. But he had a feeling a chill went down her spine. In any matter he wanted to keep her alive until he knew for a fact that she was guilty. No one would put a bounty on his head because by doing that they in turn make themselves the hunted. He was an excellent hunter, and never failed his mark. His hand ran through his thick black hair causing his sharp blue eyes to glisten.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I take you as the hunter type. If you are expecting a further drawn out cat-and-mouse game, you are SOL, bud. Iâ€™m tired of this. Iâ€™m tired of running, particularly from the usual morons that fancy themselves as bounty hunters. You would be doing me a /favor/ by just killing me quickly. Seeing as how you chose to come after me at almost daybreak, I donâ€™t think thatâ€™s in the cards for me. Nobody can hear us. Itâ€™s just you, me, and this one-roomed dump, so have at it." </span>A frown made its way across her face and he couldnâ€™t help but chuckle.<br/><br/>"Who said I was gonna kill you just yet. Giving up so fast? Obviously all the other so called bounty hunters  were either killed or gave up. If I wanted you dead. You already would be. If you are willing to say your life is worth nothing. Then why havenâ€™t you run to the people that put the bounty on your head and have them kill you?" He smiled and like a cat pounced. His left hand gripped around her neck and he slammed her against the wall. Keeping his other hand open and ready for resistance. "If I truly wanted you deadâ€¦you would beâ€¦without a doubt." He dropped his hand from around her neck ignoring the panic that fed off her body. One thing that any vampire would be attracted to is fear, and panic. Part of a hunter part of them but he on the other hand ignored it. Didnâ€™t mean he wasnâ€™t attracted to the scent. Just that he was able to shove it away. "So I ask you are you guilty of what they highered me to kill you about. Or do they just want to get rid of a threat?" An enemy is an enemy but a threat is much more. He relaxed and made his way back against the door, and leaned against it. Watching her with keen eyes.