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She was pretty. Anorexic, but pretty. And she was probably going to end up dead. Raphael knew it when he watched her flirt with the older businessman, and he knew it now. That guy was trouble. His victims were a matter of public record, and Raph knew every one of them. He'd seen them in the bar with him. One by one they came. One by one they came up missing. Or dead. He was still waiting for the police to see the connection. He was still waiting for the guy to show his hand. He didn't have a clue why he killed them. But he didn't really care. The fact was that he did, and with each passing week, it was pissing Raphael off more and more.
The last girlfriend had disappeared from the bar about a week ago. She was young, too young to be in here in the first place he was sure. Strangely enough, the cops weren't looking for her body yet. She wasn't on the news, missing. But she wasn't with him, either. Either she had somehow run away and she was hiding, or nobody really cared that she'd been killed. She was probably dead. And this new innocent beauty didn't seem to have any clue what sort of danger she was in. He didn't really expect her to. People just didn't expect to be killed by respectable-looking businessmen, even if they did make an ass of themselves around anything with a skirt.
He'd been watching and waiting, wanting to put the bastard out of his misery for a while now. It wasn't that he had any particularly personal connection to the victims, but something inside of him didn't like the idea that he knew what was happening and was just watching it happen. For whatever insane reason, the law couldn't touch this asshole. He'd been in and out of police stations with his expensive attorneys, just for questioning. The one time he'd been arrested, he was freed on bond and cleared during trial. They wouldn't convict him. Maybe they didn't see how fucking obvious he was about his methods. Either that or they didn't care. It wasn't like he targeted anyone who wasn't "asking for it" anyways. Hookers, junkies, the occasional lonely housewife who somehow ended up in the bar. Raphael knew the song and dance. He'd been playing the same game for years. Without the "death" aspect.
Now another girl was going off with him. Raph saw it, he knew the plan, and he didn't want to see her end up like the others. This guy had pissed him off on a personal level now, dodging his way around consequences. Letting him get away with this one was just too damned much like letting him win. But he wasn't the only one following the two of them.
His eyes narrowed as he watched the two men. Bodyguards. He knew it from the way they carried themselves, bad-ass and hawk-eyed. What he'd never been able to figure out was why they were here. Did this guy have a hit out on him or did he just fear it? Kinda stupid to be killing people while you had someone looking to kill you. Maybe he had it wrong. Maybe it was they who were the enemy, not this sleazy businessman who walked out of the bar with the girls. They certainly looked more like killers than he did. Could these bodyguards be the ones killing the girls? But then, Raph had been around the block enough times to know that looks meant all of nothing in the game of life and death.
The two bulky figures stood still at the edge of the motel parking lot, eyes locked for the most part on the door the businessman and the girl had disappeared into. They leaned casually against the chain-link fence. One lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Neither spoke. Both watched their surroundings carefully. Raphael watched from the shadows of a nearby fire escape. He was just as silent, and even more still. He didn't watch the room. He didn't need to. He knew damn well what was going on inside, and he wasn't worried. Yet.
This guy had escaped prosecution enough times that Raph was very sure whatever he did, he didn't do it in a motel room. That was too obvious. Besides, he brought the girls back to the bar, nine times out of ten. It took a few weeks, or at least a few days, for him to get tired of them. She was safe for now. Besides, he couldn't barge in and make a scene with the bodyguards present. If he was willing to risk exposure that way, he could've done it long ago.
The sound of gunshot from a nearby alley made both men turn and stand up straighter. Raphael perked up at the ringing scream that followed. He growled under his breath. The duo had been in the room for quite a while now and if he left, there was a chance he'd lose his prey. The bodyguards split, one pulling his gun and heading toward the alley as the other turned back to watch the door again. Raphael's eyes narrowed. Fuck it. He'd have another opportunity to take down the sleezebag. Whether to kill him or just scare the shit out of him.
He started up the fire escape to the rooftop. He couldn't turn his back on the scream, even if he wanted to. He didn't go ing ing to play hero, but he wasn't going to turn his back on someone who needed help. Up on the rooftop, he darted to the opposite side and vaulted over the alley, glad that the buildings were close enough to allow that. The roof was slanted on top of this building, and he made his way carefully down the other side, looking down into the darkness.
Crouched in the corner of the alley, her back against the dark green dumpster, was a teenage girl. She was probably no more than seventeen. Her dark hair hung wildly around her head as she attempted to shield the lifeless body of... someone. He couldn't see clearly. But he saw the blood pooled around her knees, and the thin stream from her arm. Her button-down shirt was ripped, and the white skirt was forever stained with the blood of the figure beside her.
Several men dressed all in black darted out of the alley and into the street, carrying her purse along with their guns. The bodyguard took a long look at the girl, then chose his path, yelling afthe the retreating figures as he sprinted after them. Raphael ignored him, vaulting to the next building and quickly swinging down to the ground. It only took a few turns down the darkened alleys before they lost the bodyguard, but not Raphael. He remained silent, well hidden as he followed the retreating figures.
He caught up easily, and chose his moment carefully. He didn't want to take them out in the middle of the street, even with as empty as it looked. But he didn't want to let them get too far away from the motel, either. He still had unfinished business there.
They turned into an alley, and he struck. They had no time to react as he threw himself into their midst. The one holding the purse slammed against the brick wall as Raphael caught him in a drop kick from the side. His head hit, and he slid to the ground. Raph's eyes lingered for just a moment, then he spun, catching another in a roundhouse kick, fists ramming into the remaining two before they had a chance to get a good look at him.
He growled slightly as toodtood back and gave though on exactly what to do with them now. Sure it'd felt good to take them down, but the chances of the police finding them here were slim to none. He sighed and plucked the girl's purse out of the hand of one half-conscious figure. His other hand went to the man's gun, and he scowled at it as he cocked and fired it several times into the air to attract attention. He tossed it into the dumpster, and was gone.
***
The girl was sobbing. She was scared, cold, hurt, and frantic. Blood ran steadily from her arm, and mingled with the pool gathering that was not her own. She held the man close to her chest, cradling him, shaking. She had to do something. But she was too stunned and afraid to think of what to do.
Pressure! Put pressure on the wound! She held her hands against his chest, but the blood flow was only a slow creep now. His heart had already stopped pushing it through his body. She cried loudly, lifting her head again and turning to the street. "Help!" The scream was choked by her frantic tears. And no one came. "Somebody! Please!"
She didn't feel the eyes on her as Raphael approached from deeper inside the alley, watching her from the shadows. He wasn't thrilled with the idea of completely revealing himself. He remembered all too well the reactions he'd received before, and he didn't want her attacking or screaming or outright fainting at the sight of him. But considering what she'd just seen, and what she was still going through, he doubted she'd bee too terribly stunned by a mutant turtle.
Cautiously, he dropped down into the shadows, purposely making a slight noise to attract her attention. She spun. Her entire body was shaking, tears streaming down her face. Her hands were coated with blood, and it pooled all around her. That was not the direction from which help was supposed to come. She wanted the police, someone with a face. Not someone hiding in the shadows ready to attack her again. "No!" she cried frantically, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Stay away! I don't...!"
She cut off with a gasp as he stepped forward, close enough for her to make out his form. Her screams suddenly fell silent, her body stilling all of a sudden as her eyes made out the figure in the darkness. Her eyes got wide, and she wondered if she might be hallucinating. She forced herself to breathe, and just watched him, not sure what to do.
"Easy," he whispered. "I won't hurt you..."
Once, a very long time ago, her mother had told her to lower her eyes from an attacking dog to tell it you didn't want to fight. She lowered her eyes to the creature, her hands still shaking as she gripped the blood-soaked shirt around the man on the floor of the alley. Her own shirt was open, and she cared very little at this point. She swallowed hard and dared to raise her eyes enough to see the purse he was holding out to her. She raised her eyes further, to his face again, but was too terrified to move.
For a moment, she just stared. Then, remembering the bloody figure beside her, her eyes flickered downward. "Please," she choked. "Help him."
Raphael knelt, setting the woman's purse beside her before reaching to feel for a pulse. It was a meaningless gesture, more for her sake than anything else; he knew before even touching the man that he was already dead. He'd been dead for a while now. "I'm sorry," he offered, not entirely sure what else to say to her. He never was good at this sentimental, comfort shit.
She tensed, but didn't move. Her hands were locked on the man's shirt, knuckles white, hands shaking and covered in his blood. "No..." Her voice raised from a quiet whisper to a hysteric scream without warning. "No! You're wrong! He'll be fine! He's...!"
The sound of sirens filled the air. Her words cut off as she cried, sobbing into the lifeless figure's chest. Raphael sighed and shot the woman one last halfway-sympathetic glance before disappearing back into the shadows. If there was any possibility he'd finally get the chance to take that bastard down tonight, he fully intended to, crying girl or no.
***
She knew her time was limited as she walked slowly through the parking lot, arms crossed over her chest. But she couldn't very well run. Not in these boots. She hadn't been prepared for the bodyguards. She sighed as she considered just how far this might blow out of proportion. They'd never convict her of anything; there was no way they could call his death a murder. The poison was already long gone from his system. But she didn't want to have to deal with the cops in the first place. She wanted to disappear. And the bodyguards, specifically the one that was still hanging around, was going to make that difficult.
She'd managed to avoid his gaze the first time she'd slipped out of the room, and made her way down to housekeeping. She'd even managed to get back in, although that was harder. He'd been a bit distracted, and she hadn't been seen. But the only way to retreat from the motel was either through the open parking lot or over a barbed wire fence. In her shoes, to say nothing of the clothing, that was a ridiculous notion. Why the hell was there barbed wire around a motel anyways? Made it look like a fucking concentration camp or something...
Behind her, the motel was silent. The bodyguard was inside the room. She knew she was counting seconds. Her heels clicked on the blacktop, eyes scanning. Maybe she'd actually make it... Suddenly, the door to the room she'd been in earlier flew open and the man darted to the railing, looking out over the parking lot. "Hey!"
She sighed inwardly as he started down the steps. She was gonna end up either having to kill this guy, or go to court and tell the world how her "partner" had died in the midst of fucking her. Neither was as neat and clean as she wanted it to be. "Where the fuck are you going!" But the alternative was less appealing. She didn't want to raise suspicion about herself, and if he was living, this guy could be a witness against her if she ran.
She breathed in deep, setting her frame of mind, and swallowed hard. It only took the man a few seconds to reach her. She made no effort to speed up. He grabbed her arm, spinning her around and slamming her back hard against one of the cars. She gasped and cried out against his painful grip. "What the fuck is going on here?" the dark-haired man demanded. "What happened?"
She looked up at him slowly, her eyes half hidden by her blond hair. "I... I don't..." She abandoned the words and began to cry, her thin, frail body shaking. "I don't know... I…"
His eyes narrowed at her. She didn't know? A man had died, and she was right there, and she didn't know? He was shocked by the prospect of his employer being dead, and while he wasn't sure if she'd had a hand in it or not, she had certainly made no move to help him. "Like hell you don't know! Did it occur to you to maybe call the cops, bitch? The fuck are you tryin' ta pull? I oughtta shoot yer slut ass!"
She turned her head away, her hair falling into her eyes as her body shook harder, her arms crossing over her chest. She hugged herself tightly, tears running down her face. "No... No it's not... I didn't know what to..."
She gasped as she suddenly realized that the impending figure was not only off of her, he was a good ten feet away. It took him a moment to realize it, too, and he almost pulled her over before he had a chance to let go of her arm. She stumbled back to a steady stance, wobbling on the high heels, and her eyes darted over the scene. Her crying stopped immediately as she watched the beginnings of a struggle.
The bodyguard was caught totally by surprise as the attack came from his side. He stumbled back, reaching for his gun as he fought to regain his balance. His got a single shot off into the air before he felt pain. He never had a chance to fully regain his footing. He felt cold metal on either side of his wrist and screamed in pain as joints were dislocated. The gun slipped out of his hand and fired again as it hit the pavement.
A few feet away, the woman watched in amusement. She could hear sirens, and see the flashing of red and blue lights from a nearby alley. The gunshot was her cue. She hadn't gone through all this trouble to have to answer questions to the police right now. She glanced once more at the two shadowed figures, briefly wondering if the shot had made its mark, and who this newcomer could be. Quickly losing interest in that, and well aware that it would not take long at all for the police to show up, she turned and walked away as fast as the thigh high boots would allow.
A swift knee put an end to any lingering protest from the bodyguard. He collapsed, curling into a ball and cradling his shattered wrist. As quickly as the they had been pulled, Raphael's sais were again sheathed in his belt. He gave one last glance at the crying, moaning man, and turned to scan the area. The woman was long gone. The sound of running feet signaled the impending arrival of the police. He growled. So much for gratitude.
His mind flickered back to the girl in the alley, and he briefly considered wandering back up to the rooftops to watch that scene play out. But he had a better idea…
***
She fumbled absently with her keys as she walked up the steps to her apartment. Her heels clacked on the half-rotted wood staircase and she paused at the top to run her gloved hand over the door handle. She found the keyhole and maneuvered her key until it slid inside. The door opened and she stepped into the apartment, flicking the light on.
Two white cats rushed to greet her, and she groaned. "Yes, I know," she sighed. "You need food. Sorry, kitties, I'll get it in the morning."
She closed and locked the door behind her, and ran her covered fingers through her hair. She glanced at the stereo, and reached out to flick it on. She didn't recognize the song, but she didn't care. Bending at the waist, she pulled the zippers down the insides of her boots, then kicked them off. Her hands brushed along the backs of her two roommates before she stood again. "Yeah, I know. I'm so neglectful, aren't I?"
Out on the back balcony, a silent figwatcwatched her. He had a clear view down the hallway, all the way into the living room of her house. He wasn't worried about her seeing him when only the living room light was on. There was plenty of shadow where he stood. He smiled at the sight of two cats, his thoughts flickering between "pussy" and "sex kitten," both of which seemed to fit this blond chick nicely. He debated prying open the lock and sneaking in for a closer look, but decided to wait, biding his time.
She stood and walked down the hallway, heading toward him. But she turned before she got to the kitchen, off to her right, and flicked on the bathroom light. She knelt next to the tub and turned the water on, then carefully pulled her velvet gloves off. She spent several minutes scrubbing at her fingertips, careful to get every last bit of the deadly poison out from under her nails. The re of of being through with this job swept over her and for the hundredth time, she wondered if it was worth it. What had she really gained, anyways? Five hundred dollars covered her rent and not much else. She was a fool for choosing her clients the way she did. But then, if she didn't do it, it wasn't like they could afford to go anywhere else. She sighed as she stood, shutting off the faucet, and ran her fingers through her hair, bringing it forward to examine the split and damaged ends of it.
She was unaware that she'd been followed. And her pursuer stayed put, hiding in the darkness even though he had ample opportunity to sneak in while she was in the bathroom. He used the tim sca scan the area, getting a rough layout of the house. He'd seen it before, but not quite this close. Beyond the kitchen was the hallway and off of that was the room she was in. Past it, toward the front of the house was a living room and another room he couldn't see much of, only partialividivided. Dining room, probably.
He leaned casually against the outer doorway eyes following her out of the bathroom again and into the kitchen. He ducked back as she flicked the light on, but continued to watch as she walked to the small fridge. At least that was what he figured it was. It was only about three feet high, but there wasn't anything else in the room that could pass as a refridgerator.
She bent at the waist to reach inside of it, and a smile crept across Raphael's face as he admired the view she was inadvertedly giving him. Her legs spread slightly, the short skirt was almost up around her hips. The tiny bit of red lace didn't hide much from his eyes. For just a moment, he considered what it would be like to be standing behind her, holding tightly to her hips, pounding into her. He felt his shaft harden just slightly at that thought, and his fingers absently stroked the edge of the window frame.
The woman's eyes fell to the dark-tipped cat that approached and pawed lightly at her bare leg. She sm as as she crouched down, leaving the fridge open as she pulled the ball of fuzz into her lap and used one hand to scratch behind her ear, the other still rummaging until she found what she was looking for. She stood and kicked the door to the fridge closed, keeping the cat close to her chest as she took it and the wine cooler with her, flicking the light off again as she walked out of the room, back down the hall.
Raphael watched her leave and shifted slightly. He was hy goy going to settle for whacking off outside her window and stealing candid glances at her scantly clad body. She might be a bit too skinny, but she was still hot. He needed to get into the house, if only to find out whether or not she was interested in what he was sure would be the greatest fuck of her life. He tried the handle, and found it locked. His attention shifted to the window, and he slid in front of it again. It would be easy to pry open. Easier than she probably realized.
She set the cat down on the black leather loveseat, out of place in the run down apartment, and walked into her room. The wine cooler hissed as she cracked it open and took a long drink, then set it on her dresser. She stripped off what little bit of clothing she wore and grabbed her thick black robe, slipping her arms into it and tying it loosely around her.
In the other room, Raphael slipped inside and pulled the window down carefully behing him. The orange-tipped cat stopped in the doorway, turned, and ran. But he was otherwise unnoticed as he moved to the living room. He cast a wary look at the light in the living room, but didn't want to risk turning it off. Instead, he moved to the doorway of what he figured was her bedroom. He could see her shadow on the wall.
She ran her fingers through her hair and rubbed at scalscalp until it all hung loosely around her. First thing in the morning, she was dying it back to its original, light brown color. For now, she'd live with it. She stretched and picked up her set of practice nunchakus from off the floor, draping them over her neck as she gathered her clothes and tossed them into the garbage.
Raph's eyes lingered on the weapons. She was comfortable with them. For her to have them in the first place, and on her bedroom floor rather than on display, she was perfectly capable of handling herself. Which meant that her fear and tears had just been an act. Why? Maybe she knew he had a gun and wasn't sure she could handle him. Actually, it could've been any number of things. He continued to watch her as she opened the window and pulled the curtain aside, leaning against the frame for a moment. She breathed in the scent of the night air and let it out slow, her eyes closing as she rested her head against the wall. He smiled, scanning her body up and down appreciatively.
She tensed as she felt eyes on her. It was a very unique feeling and one that could not be mistaken. She stood up straight, eyes darting over the yard next door. There was nothing there. No... it was closer. Inside of her apartment? She pulled the weapons slowly from her neck, one in each hand. It took her a minute to remember that they were only soft padding, not her wooden ones. She gripped them more tightly, in spite of that fact.
Had she been followed? Shit, she didn't want to think about that. She liked this apartment. She didn't want to have to move again because of a job gone wrong. She growled softly and inched toward the door, pushing it open and staring into the open, lit living room. Her eyes darted to her training area, originally a dining room, and the weapons on the shelving unit. There was no one here that she could see, and she could probably get to them...
She moved slow, her senses on high alert as she listened for any sounds of movement. She could hear the faint hum of the refridgerator, the steady drip of water in the bathtub...
"Boo."
She nearly jumped out of her skin as a voice from right behind her whispered something totally unintelligible. She spun, striking toward the intruder instinctively, jumping back to give herself some room. One of the chucks went for his head while the other spun at her side, and she was immediately braced for battle before she even saw what she was attacking.
He blocked, but made no attempt to counterattack, letting the padded weapon bounce off his forearm. Her eyes connected with her brain, and the nunchakus came to a dead stop. She dropped them reflexively, jumping straight back. "Holy fucking shit!" she cried, more loudly than she'd intended to.
He chuckled at her surprised outburst and stepped back, enjoying every last minute of seeing her so startled. Her reaction hardly bothered him, he'd heard that particular exclamation plenty of times before. He didn't move, didn't speak, just stood still and watched her watch him back.
Her eyes were wide. She realized she'd dropped her weapons and her hands came up in a pitiful attempt at recovering her stance, ready to defend if he... it, should think to attack her. Her eyes fell to the sais at his waist and her breath caught. She knew damn well what they were and what they were for. And she recognized that they were sharpened. If he attacked her, she'd better hope she could get to her weapons rack faster than he could get his hands to his waist...
Still, he didn't move, not to attack her nor to draw his sais. He folded his arms over his plastron and leaned back against the wall, waiting for her to calm down, still chuckling to himself. It was amusing to see how different she seemed now than when he saw her in the parking lot. She'd been so panicked and vulnerable, like the woman he saw in the alley. But now...
She relaxed just slightly as she realized he wasn't making any move toward her, but kept her hands raised defensively in front of her chest. "Who are you, what are you, and what do you want?" she demanded, her voice calm.
He smirked. "What's it look like? A big talking turtle who saved your ass in that parking lot 'cause he thought you coulda used the help." He eyed her carefully, eyes darkening just slightly. "But from the looks of things, mebbe I shoulda just letcha fend for yourself. And by the way, your top's open."
She started, not expecting those words, and glanced down. Her hands dropped from their brace as she pulled the edges of her robe together. A slight blush crept into her cheeks, more at the fact that she'd been so caught off guard than that he'd seen her chest. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked back up at him. He was smiling. Parking lot. Shit, he did follow her. Whether he'd helped her or not, she didn't want him here.
She changed tactics, sure now that he wasn't an immediate threat, and retied her robe, eyes down. "So what can I do for you?" she asked quietly. "Why are you here? Why did you follow me? Are you not aware that stalking is illegal in all 50 states?"
He smirked and leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. It amused the hell out of him to see her so flustered, and trying so hard to hide it. He felt a bit of satisfaction in knowing that he'd caught her off guard, and a slight arousal at knowing she was naked beneath the robe. "Yeah, I'm aware." He grinned mysteriously at her. "But if I was stalking you, I wouldn't have bothered to show myself, now would I?"
She brushed her hair back from her face and shifted a little nervously. She still wasn't sure exactly what to make of this, and feltfelt uncomfortably vulnerable at the moment. Her eyes darted to her weapons rack and lingered for just a moment, then cut to the ground. Raph followed her gaze and guaged the distance. He'd have plenty of warning if she went for them. Not that he thought she would.
She slowly regained her composure and looked back up at him, putting aside her insecurity forcefully. "So, what, you're just trying to give me a heart attack, is that it? Why're you following me?"
Raph chuckled softly, and his eyes ran over her as he debated the best way to approach this one. She wasn't a helpless, scared victim by any means. But she was a woman. And chances are she'd appreciate concern. "Actually, I wanted to make sure you were all right," he offered, his voice softening a little. "That scumbag you were with has been known to make beautiful women like you disappear. You got lucky, but I wanted to warn you. I'd hate to see anything happen to you."
She couldn't help the smirk that crossed her lips. He was feeding her a line, true or not, and she knew it. "Lucky?" She tossed her hair back, regaining her security. "You underestimate me, stranger." Even as thin and weak as she looked, especially set beside him, she held an air of confidence that was perfectly evident in her words and her eyes.
Hmm... so much for sympathy... Plan B.
Raphael shrugged. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Wanna show me? Ild gld go a round with you." ... in more ways than one...
She glared at him, hiding her amusement. "Maybe I should. You got a hell of a lot of nerve breaking into my apartment to check up on me. Just who do you think you are, anyways?"
Raph straightened, but didn't take on an offensive posture. The smirk faded from his features as he realized that his chances for getting laid tonight, at least with her, were slimming. But he at least had a foot in the door. She was talking. Now it was just a matter of reading her well enough to figure out how to play his hand. "Call me your guardian devil," he answered after a long pause.
She studied him carefully, and somehow couldn't hold the glare. Her curiosity piqued as she realized that she was standing face to face with a giant turtle. Not only that, she was arguing with him. Her eyes ran down over his body slowly, drinking in every detail. What was he? Whatever he was, he was in insanely good shape. The muscles along his shoulders and down his arms were perfectly shaped. The plates on his chest looked very hard, and jointed at the long grooves crisscrossing them. The leather belt, complete with weapons. The only other clothing he wore was around his joints - elbows, wrists, knees - and the red mask covering his eyes. His thighs were hard, muscled, all the way down. Even in his relaxed stance, he looked hard as a rock.
She licked her lips, almost involuntarily, as her eyes ran over him in blatant appraisal. Green skin or no, he was hot as hell. She held back the urge to step forward and touch him, reminding herself that he was intruding in her apartment. He'd broken in, and startled her, and caught her off guard... but the fact that he was good enough to catch her off guard somehow only added to her interest in him.
Raph smiled seductively as he noticed her appreciative gaze run over his body. Success... He knew damn well he looked good when he spent most of his time either training or lifting weights. He let her look, and his own eyes studied her. He could make his move now, but he was well aware of how badly it could backfire on him. And if it did, there would be no recovering from it. He debated for a second, but given the way she was eyeing him like a piece of meat, he decided to take his chances.
"I wouldn't mind testing your skill," he offered. "Though from the looks of it... we both got something else on our minds."
Her eyes ran back up, and narrowed slightly as he spoke. She wasn't entirely sure what to think about that statement, or what to say in reply. Part of her wanted to agree. Another part of her wanted to shoot some insulting comment right back at him. But somehow, she couldn't think of anything. She remained still and silent, watching him, waiting to see if he would make a move and honestly not sure if she'd allow it or not.
He didn't move, only leaned casually against the wall again. He didn't have anything further to say to her at that point. She was hot, but he wasn't going to beg her. If she made any move to attack or told him to leave, then he was perfectly willing to go. The ball was in her court now and his move all depended on what she wanted him to do. Sure he wanted to fuck her. But there were other women out there.
Finally, after a long silence, she smirked at him. "Awful sure of yourself for someone who's never even spoken with me before." She tossed her hair back and lowered her head, smiling seductively. The obvious opportunity to tease him was too much to pass up. "You're forgetting. I've already gotten laid tonight. What makes you think I'm interested in you?"
Raphael shrugged. So what if he was getting some sloppy seconds? That probably wouldn't be the first or last time, either. He knew she was trying to tease him and he let her. For now. He also tolerated the fact that she underestimated his perceptive abilities. True he had been staring at her and still was. But he hadn't been the only one. "Because of the way you look at me," he answered darkly. "You want me and we both know it."
She remained still for a moment, watching him, waiting for him to move. But he just stood there with that cocky grin. Her eyes ran down again, and curiosity got the best of her. It wasn't that she was particularly interested in getting laid, and she wasn't really interested in his arrogant attitude, either. But she was interested in his body. She'd never seen anything like it, and she had never been one for letting opportunities pass her. She stepped forward slightly and watched his eyes for any sign that he was going to make a move toward her, ready to jump back at any moment. She touched the back of his hand, feeling the texture of his skin carefully, and slowly ran her fingers up his forearm, over the pad at his elbow, and along his hard biceps. God damn. That was all muscle...
Raph did his best to relax and just let her touch him, making no attempt to move for her. The light licking of her fingertips stirred something deep inside of him and he felt blood flow down to his groin. He forced back any hint of his emotion, not wanting to push it. It had been hard enough to get her to this point. He didn't want to rush things now and blow it. So he stood still, keeping an eye on her to make sure she didn't try to attack again.
Her eyes locked on his as her fingers traced along his shoulders and up the sides of his neck, dragging her nails along the hard, sinewy muscle. She dared a step closer and slowly, hesitantly, slid her arms around his neck, pressing into him. She still watched him closely, but her look was less of a warning now. Something inside of her was advising against this, but she was way too intregued to walk away at this point.
Raph shifted slightly out of discomfort, but not at her nearness. It was more the fact that she was pressed right up against him wearing nothing but a robe that made him harden within his shell. He watched her impassively, still waiting for the right moment. Her fingers brushed lightly over the back of his head, creeping up to tangle in the tails of his bandana, and she watched his dark eyes. Her thumbs brushed back and forth over his skin. She was amused by it's texture. He wasn't slimy or scaley, but it was definitely a thicker skin than she had, and tougher.
He drew in a slight gasp as her fingers ran back down around his neck. The skin there softened noticeably and took on a slightly scaled texture. He was slightly cooler than a human, but still warm. Again, she wondered exactly what he was as her hands ran down over the smooth surface of his chest plates, watching for his reaction as she fingered the grooves between them and slid toward his sides.
He reached up and gently took her hands, guiding them away from his vulnerable sides and back to his plastron. It wasn't that he felt she was trying to threaten him. But with the way her nails scraped over his skin, he didn't want her touching him there until she knew well in advance how sensitive he was there. That was a guarded area, and one that very few women had ever been allowed to touch.
He held her wrists, palms against his chest. His hands ran gently up and down her arms as far as he could under the sleeves of her robe. He smiled as he saw her eyes lower between them, knowing she had no idea just how aroused he was at that point. The smell and sight of her, the feel of her skin under his fingers... He shifted just slightly to ease some of the discomfort.
She frowned as her eyes ran down over his plastron. She couldn't help but wonder just how far he could go with her. There was no point in getting herself all worked up in their bodies weren't compatible. "What are you?" she whispered. "Are you human in..." Her eyes came back up and met his. "... that way?"
He smirked, half-laughing at her. He relaxed, his tail extending, his shaft dropping down from underneath his plastron, and showed her just how human he was in that department... and then some. Her eyes widened at his size, her breath catching in her throat. "Holy shit..."
He chuckled softly and leaned in to tentatively kiss her. By now, he could almost recite the words along with each new partner. It was always pretty much the same thing.
Her eyes remained locked on his erection for as long as they could until she had no choice but to either push him back or return the kiss. She opened to him, allowing him to guide her hands down to the bottom plates of his plastron. A slight heat ran over her skin and down through her body as the kiss broke and they watched each other's eyes. She swallowed hard, her eyes lowering again as she cupped him gently, sliding one hand under his heavy balls. She licked her lips, and drank in the feeling as his hands came back up along her arms and over to her breasts. His lips brushed hers again as he squeezed and caressed lightly through the thick fabric of her robe, then slowly drew his hands down from her breasts, over her stomach, and to the knot holding her robe shut, lingering there for a moment.
She let his hands roam, her fingers trailing lightly down the full length of his shaft. She flicked over the head, just enough to tickle, back and forth a few times before slowly running back up, a little firmer this time. Raph moaned as she touched him, his cock twitching slightly beneath her fingertips.
She stroked him gently, looking back up at him with a slight look of apprehension on her face. He opened his eyes and returned her gaze as his fingers deftly untied the knot holding her robe closed. Slowly, he ran his hands up along the edges of it, parting its folds to bare her skin. "You're... a little bigger than I'm used to," she said hesitantly.
He smirked at her. "Comes with the territory, babe."
A slight smile quirked up the corners of her mouth and she pressed close, her fingers squeezing him firmly but not nearly enough to hurt him. Her lips traced his, her tongue probing for entrance as she felt cooler air touch her skin. He groaned softly and kissed her again, parting his lips and snaking his tongue out to entwine with hers. His cock twitched again as she squeezed him and he quickly slid his hands within the folds of her robe, moving up over her stomach to her breasts. He lingered there for a moment, his rough hands sliding over the smooth skin as his fingers brushed against her nipples, then moved up to her shoulders to push the robe off down her arms.
The fabric caught at her elbows, her hands unwilling to pull away from him just yet. She could feel blood stir in the organ, and she massaged gently as she returned his deep kiss. She pressed her breasts to him and evaluated the feeling carefully. It was a lot like being pressed up against a wall; his body had no give. He was warm, but felt so different from any human man she'd ever been with..
He gently pulled her hands away from his cock long enough to pull the robe the rest of the way down her arms and off completely. Once the garment had dropped he slid one arm around her waist to pull her close. The other hand slid lightly up along her side and back to her breast, caressing warmly, pinching and teasing the nipple. He churred softly as he broke away from the kiss, leaning down to nip and lick at the curves of her neck and shoulder.
She moaned slightly at the feel of his warm mouth against her skin. For just a moment, she wondered what the hell she was doing. Why on earth was she standing naked in her livroomroom, fondling a large turtle she'd never seen before tonight? This was not the smartest thing she'd ever done. But the slow brush of his callused fingers against the tips of her breasts quieted any protests that might have been brewing inside of her, at least for the moment. This felt good, regardless of the circumstances.
She arched slightly into his hand, leaning her head against him and nuzzling gently, breathing in the scent of him deeply as her fingers traced the lower edge of his plastron. His hand slid from around her hip and down to her thighs. He massaged warmly for a moment before gently easing them apart so he could slip his hand between them. She gasped as he brushed her clit, the hunger-weakened muscles in her thighs weakening as he sought out her warmth, reaching down to tease her with his rough fingertip. He could already smell her scent and briefly flicked his gaze around the room to find the nearest fixture to lay her down on. His tongue left a wet trail along her neck as he kissed and sucked, still stroking her gently.
Her fingers trailed up along the edge of his shell until the backs of them brushed cold metal. She jerked back abruptly, a bit startled. It took her a second to remember that he was wearing weapons. Raph's head snapped up at her sudden startlement and his gaze lowered, following hers to the leather belt at his waist and the sais he carried with him. She cast a nervous glance at them, a full step back now, and watched his eyes with a newfound uncertainty. It wasn't that she felt he was a threat. She just... didn't quiet know what to make of the fact that she was naked and vulnerable, and he was still wearing weapons around his waist. Usually, it was the other way around...
He reached down and untied the belt, easing it to the ground.
She relaxed slightly, hesitantly raising her arms around him again as he moved back in, churring quietly as he caught her scent. God damn her curiosity... But the more she touched him, the more it grew. The harder it was to even think of pulling away. She heard the quiet noise from him, and paused to listen for a moment. She'd never heard anything quite like that before. It wasn't quite a growl, wasn't a moan... almost a purr but more vocal than vibration. She smiled as she rubbed against him and just listened to the sounds he was making, letting his hands roam up and down her back.
He nuzzled at her neck and throat, kissing and licking as he guided her back towards the loveseat. His hand moved back down between them, and he gave himself a few deep strokes before moving to her clit again. He leaned down, pushing her back onto the sofa and carefully lay over her. He could tell by the pheromones in the air that she was hot, but there was no way she was ready to take him yet. He was going to have to do something about that...
She lay back, legs spreading as his warm, wet mouth moved down over her breasts. A quiet moan escaped her lips and she turned her head to the back of the sofa. Her fingers brushed the back of his head, but she didn't grip him, letting him move at his own pace down over her breasts. He swirled around each nipple with his tongue before continuing over her belly. His hands slid over her sides to her hips, massaging gently, then moving down to her thighs, touching her everywhere.
He churred and massaged her warmly as he kissed down over her stomach, the ache between his legs becoming more and more urgent the closer he got to her scent. It was agonizing. Finally, he reached his target and breathed in deep before leaning down to swirl his tongue around her clit. Her neck arched, shoulders rolling back as she moaned. Her fingers locked behind his head and she pulled him into her.
This was a bad idea.
The thought hit her out of nowhere, and with the force of a Mack truck. Her eyes opened as her body gave way to her mind, and she realized what she was doing. This was a very, very bad idea. She hadn't really realized just how bad of an idea it was. He knew too much. He might not even realize what he knew. Not now anyways. But later...
He was a threat.
She stroked the back of his neck, thoughts racing. Okay. Her curiosity had been sated. She felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped on her. She'd had enough of this. But she couldn't just push him away. Not that she thought he'd stop if she did fight him. And what good would it do anyways if he did stop? If anything, it would only piss him off, give him a reason to get her into trouble. If he wanted to find out what had gone on in that motel room, it sure as hell wouldn't be hard. And if he was already pissed at her... There was no chance in hell she'd be able to stop him from doing whatever he damn well pleased with that information. She had to do something now, or risk it.
He didn't love her, so she couldn't manipulate him in that way. She didn't have the time to make him love her and he didn't really seem the type anyhow. How else could she make him not want to make problems for her? She could cut some kind of deal with him. But no... that felt way too much like setting herself up to be blackmailed. She wasn't about to deal with that headache. Besides, there would always be the risk. She had to be sure. Especially now that he knew where she lived. She had to make sure he wasn't going to turn on her. And politely asking wasn't going to work.
Her thoughts lingered on the fact that his guard was down. It'd be down for a good long while. More than long enough to permanently disable him as a threat. But she knew nothing about him. She didn't know who'd come looking for him, or what kind of trouble they would cause her. And she wasn't prepared. She hadn't exactly been expecting this. Her hands were already washed, her weapons clear on the other side of the room, and she knew almost nothing about the weaknesses of his body. Invaluable pressure points along the ribs of any normal target were not going to do her any good on him.
Raph flicked his tongue against her clit and her thoughts wavered. He ran down, trailing the underside of his tongue down her slit and then back up, moaning at her warm, salty-sweet taste. He ran his hands up and down along her thighs, using his thumbs to caress her outer lips. There was a moment of confusion, almost of panic as she fully realized what was happening here. What the hell was she thinking? She was sleeping with the enemy and enjoying it! This... was wrong. This was not good.
She got a grip on her emotions, silencing any of the damned lingering curiosity that had somehow spiralled into this mess. She'd worry later about how it happened and why. Right now, she just had to act. One way or another, she needed him off of her. And he wasn't going anywhere until he was satisfied. She couldn't risk offending him, or raising his guard by protesting.
He nibbled lightly at her clit before kissing his way up her body, his hands lifting her hips as he reached her breasts, kissing and licking. One hand remained down between them, lightly caressing her clit as he positioned himself at her opening. She closed her eyes, relaxing her body as she remembered just how big he was. She was glad her body was reacting to his attentions because if she weren't so well lubricated, this would really hurt. Her hands ran up his arms to his shoulders.
There was comfort to be had in the fact that it wouldn't take much effort to satisfy him. He was a damned turtle, for cryin' out loud. She didn't figure he got a lot of this, and that was probably why he'd been so desperate in the first place. Yeah, and what's your excuse? She growled at her own subconscience and held her arms around his neck. He wouldn't know the difference, she was sure. This should be easy compared to most of her targets, who'd had more experience than she had in what orgasm should sound like.
Raph nipped and sucked at the side of her neck as he slowly pressed inside of her, bit by torturous bit. He knew better than to go too fast and hurt her. He paused every few seconds to let her to get used to his size. He had known even before she'd called attention to it that he was larger than any guy she'd ever been with. It was a pretty safe bet. He knew to be careful.
She moaned slightly, involuntarily, at the incredibly full feeling of him inside of her. She could feel her walls stretching to accomodate him and while he was moving slowly enough not to tear her apart, she still felt a slight pain. It eased as her body accepted him and she opened her eyes to look up at him, pulling down on his neck until she could whisper against the side of his face. "You're so big..." She'd spent a good portion of her life listening to the "size is/isn't everything" argument among men and knew it was a high compliment she was giving him, even if he already knew his size. "Mmm... it feels good. I'm so hot... I need you..."
He slid back and forth slowly into her, licking a straight line up her neck, then down along her jaw. He fought with his instincts, trying to keep a relatively gentle pace. But it wasn't going to last long, and he knew it. The show she'd inadvertently given him had gotten him hot long before he'd snuck in, and it'd only grown worse since then. ouldouldn't last much longer, and he debated how much longer she could last by how tight she felt around his hot, throbbing shaft.
She clenched her muscles around him tightly, massaging his shaft as he stroked in and out of her. Her eyes flickered to the clock, and she used the ticking seconds to measure just how close he was. As his release approached, he came at her faster. She panted, waiting a few seconds more. He'd want her to come with him. They always liked that. And as he recovered from that, it would give her a chance to get up and prepare.
She gave brief thought to the ethics of targeting him, and her mind lingered there for a moment. She'd not done anything like this before. Targets were targets. Sexual interests were interests. The two had never crossed paths before now. Not that she particularly cared whether he lived or died, but he wasn't a target. She considered that, and wondered for the millionth time exactly where the line was drawn. At what point, exactly, did death become murder? And at what point did murder become cold-blooded? He was a threat, but he hadn't actually done anything yet.
She watched him as he growled and thrust in and out of her. He had no clue as to how close he was to being killed. She knew that. And even if he did realize it, he was too damn close to orgasm to give a shit. With a churr that quickly became a roar, he let go, pounding into her while a part of him tried to remember to be gentle. Her thoughts came to a halt as she watched him crest. She'd pick them up again later. Right now she had to react. Whether to give herself time to get ready or just to think, she needed to get away from him. And she wasn't the least bit interested in the prospect of raising his suspicions.
She moved her hips against him, panting loudly, tossing her head back. Her muscles clamped down hard and cried out, then released and flexed a few times, her arms tightly around him, holding him to her. "Yes! Please!"
She moaned, eyes still closed as she felt him shoot deep inside of her. He growled, thrusting until he was satisfied, but not willing to thoroughly exhaust himself yet. He half-collapsed on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows and knees, panting for a moment as he listened to her cries
There was something wrong. Something didn't feel quite genuine. He breathed deep, taking in her sceand and frowned. She was still aroused, unsatisfied. He wasn't really surprised. He'd felt women orgasm before with him and this one felt different. She hadn't come. She'd faked that. He growled softly and rested his head on her shoulder, giving himself a chance to recover. He wasn't going to call her on it, but he didn't like it either. It was almost an insult, like he couldn't get her off. Fuck that shit. He could. And he would. But right now, he needed a minute.
She let out a quiet sigh, stroking the side of his face with her fingertips as she opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, feeling him ease down slowly. She considered again if there was a way she could convince him to just leave and forget about her. She'd much rather just watch him walk out of here and never see him again. Really, what could he do? He was a giant turtle. He couldn't very well testify against her in court. He couldn't even go to the cops.
Her mind flickered back to the weapons she'd seen on his belt. Sais. Technique for the sai was derived from Karate. Whether that was all he'd studied or not, she wasn't sure. But he'd at least studied that if he was carrying the weapons. They were sharpened too, fully ready for battle. He'd likely had a few battles. He was perhaps less innocent than she was. She considered that for a moment. She needed to think. She leaned up to kiss his lips lightly.
"You're great..." she cooed quietly, nuzzling him gently. "Lemme up? I need a drink. You want anything?"
Raph chuckled softly. No way in hell was he letting her walk away. Not just yet. He didn't want anything and she certainly didn't need a drink as far as he was concerned. He slowly withdrew and nuzzled her breasts while his fingers idly caressed her clit. "I'm fine," he whispered. "But I was wondering if you needed anything... like my name?" ... or a good hard orgasm...
She frowned. Was that his way of saying no? That he wasn't going to let her up? She decided to give it a minute, and closed her eyes again as she considered his words. "No. I don't need it."
He was hardly bothered by her tone. If she didn't need or want his name, then he wasn't about to give it. He was just buying time, giving his body a chance to come down and recouperate a bit. He knew he could go again. It would just take a few minutes. And keeping her talking would prevent a potentially violent protest to him keeping her here. He pressed a little harder against her clit, stroking slowly, torturously.
She felt her nerves reacting to his touch between her legs and shifted just slightly. Her body was still highly aroused, even if her mind was elsewhere. She wanted it tway.way. If she had to go through with the half-formed plan to disable him, she'd need him to get into it again. But if he got it in his head to go again before she had a chance to think this through, she was going to be stuck. She needed to get up. And she needed to keep him talking until she could, to keep his mind off of the fact that he was brushing her sex again. "Why?" she stammered. "Did you want to give me your name?"
He smiled as he nuzzled against her. Her question amused him, but he was still too tired to really laugh at the moment. "Among other things."
She frowned, not entirely sure what he meant by that, and shifted uncomfortably, more at the brush of his finger than the fact he was lying on top of her. "What other things?"
Raph shifted a bit, giving her a small shrug. "Oh, nothing in particular..." He raised his head and looked her straight in the eye, smiling seductively.
Her eyes narrowed at the look he gave her. Like hell there was nothing in particular. But she pushed aside the instinctive distrust. She brushed the side of his face with the backs of her fingers, tracing his smile. Keep him talking... She didn't like that glint in his eye. "Was this your first time?" It was the first thing that came to mind, and she cringed the moment she realized what she'd said. That was a good way to insult him, and she didn't mean it like that. She hoped he wouldn't tat tht that way, and quickly tried to recover. "I mean, not that I could tell or anything it was just... I mean..."
He smirked at her, then leaned down to kiss at her neck and the top of her chest. He debated for a moment, and decided he could answer her without any harm. Hell, his brothers all knew about his escapades, and he was pretty sure Splinter knew as well. What did he care if she knew? "Heh, no, this wasn't my first time." He licked along her throat, suckgentgently. "What made you think it was?"
"Just... wondering," she answered, a little nervously. She was still slightly embarrassed by her slip, and the way he was working at her neck didn't give her much comfort. "I mean, you were great. I didn't mean anything by it. I just..." She growled quietly as he continued along her throat. "Just forget it," she shot, annoyed. "Can you get offa me? Please?"
Raphael chuckled, pulling away to kiss her forehead, his senses fully returned now. "Relax," he whispered, trailing his lips lightly over the side of her face. "'Course ya didn't mean nothin' by it. I never said y'did." He moved slowly over her cheekbone, just letting his lips brush her skin. "But I don't think I'm gonna let you up just yet."
"What?" she asked, a feeling of dread creeping into her. She was going to have to push him away if he kept this up. Damn it...
"Mmm..." He licked her lips and kissed gently, then leaned down to nuzzle her, breathing into her ear. "You were fakin' and we both know it."
She blinked, eyes widening. "I was what?"
"An' I'm gonna rock you so hard you never even think about doing that again," he continued, ignoring her.
Her body tensed up as she pulled away to look at him. What the fuck? She'd not been called on that in the three years she'd been doing it, and it was a giant turtle who was going to point it out to her? How the hell did he know that? She was caught totally off guard for a moment as she stared at him, confused and shocked. "The hell? Why do you say that?"
He laughed softly and shifted, but didn't let her up. Apparently the men she'd been with hadn't been very good lovers if she had so easily fooled them. The surprise in her voice told him this wasn't the first time she'd faked it, only the first time she'd been caught. "'Cause I know the difference," he answered, leaning down to nip at her jaw again. "That was way too controlled to be authentic."
She continued to stare, even when she couldn't see him anymore. A part of her wanted to ask what the hell he meant by that, so that she could make sure to fix it for future reference. But another part of her realized that was a lot like admitting he was right. But from the look in his eyes, that would be no great shock to him. He already knew he was right, whether she admitted it or not. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she watched him. "Controlled?" she challenged.
The turtle smirked. She knew she was busted. "Yes, controlled. Y'see, a real orgasm doesn't give you time to think or react. Your body just goes." He grinned, knowing damn well he had her cornered. "You were thinking and focusing on giving a rhythm and orgasms don't give a steady rhythm like that."
She blinked, and opened her mouth to answer, but closed it again before she managed speech. She was amused by his confidence, but also slightly offended by the fact that he was going to argue with her on this. "So you're the expert on women's orgasms, huh?" she shot at him, annoyed. "I got news for you, stud, you ain't ever felt one. And women are different. They react differently. You can't judge me by any other girl you've been with." She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, well aware that she was rambling. She was also aware that her mouth was speaking before consulting her brain, but figured that was okay on this topic. "Your body holds a steady rhythm, you know. So if you're such an expert, you tell me why it's supposed to feel different when I come. 'Cause we apparently have some different views. And I don't know as you have any place to talk."
Raph's eyes narrow slightly, not sure he liked that tone. But he knew damn well why she'd used it. She didn't want to make it sound like she was asking how he'd known, but she was dying to hear his explanation. He hadn't lied, he did know based on her control. But there were other factors, too. Things he wasn't willing to tell her. He wasn't keen on the idea of showing his hand. "I know it was fake," he answered her, his own voice a bit annoyed. "I've been with enough women to know the difference. Period. Makes me wonder if you know what an orgasm's s'posed to feel like 'cause you don't sound like you do."
She glared at him, feeling annoyance turn to anger inside of her. He had a hell of a lot of nerve. Any pity she might have felt toward him went out the window as he quickly became another dimension of the Enemy, and she growled low in her throat. Whether or not he'd been a target, he'd just crossed the line into the realm of one. "Get offa me, asshole."
Raphael's eyes darkened and he backed up, getting up off her and the sofa. If she was going to get cold and bitchy, then he wasn't going to bother even trying to get her off. Whether she needed it or not, he didn't have time for women like that.
She ed hed him away and stood, catching her robe up off the floor on way way into the bathroom. He took a few steps back and watched her go with mild surprise. That was it? Just walk away? Fine. He could handle that. He walked to where he dropped his belt and weapons and picked them up, putting them back on again. Wasn't like she was doing him a favor if he stayed. She interested him, but she wasn't that great a fuck. Especially when she faked the whole damn thing. He'd not met a woman yet worth being bitched at. Besides, he didn't exactly want to cause a scene that could wake the neighbors and bring the cops.
The bathroom door closed, but she was careful not to slam it. She didn't want to let her anger show too much or he might leave. As long as he thought there was a chance he might still get laid... she hoped he'd stay. She had to work fast at any rate.
Her eyes ran over the shelving unit with no particular destination. Most of her poisons were in her room. The one she wanted, that she'd used earlier and knew worked fast, wasn't available. In here was only those that would take several minutes to do what they needed to. That wouldn't work. Obvious weapons were on the rack out in the dojo. But those wouldn't work anyways. She couldn't risk a fight. Her darts were in here, but hiding them could be a problem. Her hair was down, and he knew she was naked under the loose-fitting robe. Still, it was her only real option.
She knelt and pulled a small black box out from beneath the sink. Inside of it were several vials, and needle-like darts of various sizes. He'd had his chance. She wouldn't have done this. She knew she wouldn't have. But he had to push her buttons... She took one of the smallest darts and set it in her lap, then reached for one of the bottles. Out of habit, she checked her hands for cuts. She knew she had none, but the habit had been so ingrained in her that she couldn't ignore it.
With very careful, steady fingers, she opened the cap and carefully dipped the needle-tip of the weapon into the liquid, then withdrew it very slowly. She let it drip for a second, and avoided contact with the liquid as she reached again into the box and pulled out the cap for the dart. She closed it and made sure it was tightly sealed, raising it to her face to smell for any traces of the poison. The slightest drop of it was too much to have on the outside of that cap. Not for the sake of the smell, but for the fact that it would kill her if there was.
But she'd been careful enough. She was quite sure it was clean. Checking once more to make sure it was sealed tight, she closed the small bottle and replaced it in the box, then carefully set the dart between her teeth as she replaced the box. She stood, and watched the mirror as she placed the tiny object in the
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