The Meeting

Deirdre stared down at the women with narrowed ice cold blue eyes as he clenched his jaw harshly. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to take the women by her throat and slam her back against the bar. No, he wanted to throw her over his knee and turn her rump a blazing red before discarding her in the slums of the streets. So what stopped him? He had no answer for his hesitation as his eyes blazed into the strange combination of green and gold that reflected back fear. Her hair was black as a raven's feather... reflecting blues and red of the lights of the bar. It reminded him of the night sky, the stars, and the never ending darkness that his life had fallen into. A color so vivid that it looked like silk.. soft to the touch, and it brought the man to wonder what it would feel like to brush his fingers through it. He doubted it would be appropriate to do so though at this time. Thus, he forced back his refrain as he heard Catherine speak. "Mr. McGunner!" The man held up his hand to hush her, and rather remained focus on his little prey.

The worry in her voice was something he did not miss, but he did not look up as his lips turned. They slithered slowly into a smirk as he watched the women attempt to step back. Her eyes snapping back and forth between the two as if realization had dawned on her exactly who she had dirtied. This man was known rather well after all and anyone would not dare cross him. "D-Deirdre M-McGunner?" She squeaked out. Ah, how he loved the way his name fell from her lips.

With a dart of his hand the man caught the women's chin and forced her eyes to his. She had no hesitation snapping his wrist to yank it away, but he did not allow it as he leaned forward. Cold feather like lips brushed upon her ear lope as he spoke. "You have made a grave mistake." The man snarled low within his throat as he slowly brushed his nose against her cheek. She smelled delightful. The fear was delightful, but something about her made him not wish to scare her. So why was it he found himself brushing his lips slowly down her throat... tracing her pulse and then finally moving to nip her shoulder. His tongue had darted out to take out the bite of pain from his teeth and cool it with his breath. The urge to mark her had almost made him do it again... and again. Her skin was flawless, but he wanted to ruin it. The small cry was the only thing that brought him from his trace, yet it was not a cry of fear. It was a whimper of pleasure.

It was enough though as he jerked away and narrowed his eyes at her again. Aidan had enough though as she tensed and glared right back. She had heard about this man after all. He was dangerous... disgusting, and without mercy. He killed for sport, enjoyed sex, and had no care for other humans. This very man was the reason for the downfall of the beautiful Kingdom of Wind, and even worse he was the sole one responsible for creating corruption that had lead her here. No one had known how he came to power, where he came from, or even could predict him. He was cold as ice, emotionless as stone, and crafty like a devil. She had come to hear stories of him with one being about how ruthless he was. Anyone that crossed him either was used as an example or disappeared without a trace. He had become a legend of legends, yet there was one key thing that she knew within her gut. He ruled with fear, not with loyalty.

Aidan's eyes flickered over to the women that stood not far away. He had called her Catherine and within first glances she could see that she must be his assistant. Although, that was not what caught her eye for long. She had seen the slight crowd that had glanced over, but did nothing to stop the man. She was only able to note one that was shaking his head in annoyance. A man that wore black with shoulder length brown hair. He was flicking through his phone, but that only annoyed her more. Swallowing thickly, she turned back to the man who had tilted his head as if to observe her.

In fact, Dierdre was a bit amused that her lip was trembling, and the fact she was not trying to slip away. Although, without warning she did do something that she would soon regret. Aidan slapped him...hard. Her hand burned like fire from the impact, but with resolve she yelled "Do you have no respect for women?! Ask next time before touching?!"

The man jerked back, but he gave her little time to react as he snapped onto her shoulder. He twisted her and shoved her chest onto the counter of the bar. She screamed out and attempted to twist away but before she could both arms were in his grasp. She had yelped out in pain, yet he did not allow any escape as he kicked her feet apart. It was easy to force her down after that with his strength alone. This did not stop him though from leaning down to place his own weight on top of hers. The heat of her own body pulsed against his and gave way to complete control. Deirdre's nose had come to rest against her ear to allow for her to feel his breath, to listen to his lazy growls, and feel every single movement he made. Her flesh itself was burning, and it had turned red from the feel of a human against another.

It only pissed her off more that even his body felt good against her. Which was why, she needed him to get the f*ck off! Her whole body reacted as she gasped and whimpered. A buck here or there did little to dislodge him. Nor did the cursing and yelling about him did anything. It only seemed to annoy him further. "Well, here I thought you were a little butterfly, but it would seem you are just a pup." The man growled and spoke as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue "And every pup needs an owner."

The women's eyes widen before she snapped around to actually attempt to bit him. "Get off of me!" Even though the man had just barely pulled out of reach, she still came face to face with him. Staring up into bright blue eyes that suddenly stopped her. Her body stopped fighting as she watched the swirl of amusement in them. It had been awhile since she had seen such clear eyes, just as it had been awhile since Deirdre had so much fun. His eyes were breath taking though. Aidan had not noticed just how beautiful they were or the soft touch of the silver strands that had pooled over to tickle her skin. What... was this? Blushing, she turned away.

Deirdre only took this moment to reach back with his hand and yank off his necklace. With a low growl he spoke again. "Good girl." With that, the man suddenly forced the black necklace over her head and onto her neck. She yelled out and twisted, but this time Deirdre released her. Stepping back, he chuckled and moved to lick his lips where the women's taste lingered. Aidan though had jerked away from the bar as she clenched her jaws. Her eyes watered as she backed away from him.

This did not even phase the man as he stood there grinning. His hands had moved to slither back into his pockets as he watched her. He rather liked the look of the necklace on her throat, and even more so he liked the teary eye look the women had. The frustration was something that brought out the brightness of her eyes. Although, he found himself slowly frowning as he glanced at her shirt that had been peeled up, and the mess up hair that tangled around her neck.

Before he could react on it though, she had whipped around and bolted. It was the first time in many years he allowed a women to run from him. It was also the first time in all those years he felt a twinge of guilt creep into his heart. What of matter was this and why did it bother him so?

"Mr. McGunner?" Catherine finally spoke and with dismissal of the situation he turned back to her.

"Lets go."