The rest of her words didn’t matter to him. Not one little bit. It was, instead, the little dig that she just had to insist on giving. While just about any other day, Tony would have just grinned and enjoyed the banter, it was not any other day. Instead, the foolish girl just had to go and insult an enraged vampire. When his head cleared, trying to figure out just how she had survived so long just might be something he would focus upon.
Those bloodshot eyes narrowed on her, and he slowly rose to his feet. Well, slowly in his mind. In truth, the movement would be rather quick. As his eyes focused on her, he growled out, “You really do not know when to shut your mouth.” And then, he was moving. There was no real thought behind his actions. None whatsoever. Even as a mortal, he had quite a temper. After he had been tuned, those periods when he was enraged, only proved to be that much more destructive. And so, he stormed toward the young woman.
It would only take him a moment to cross the distance between where he had been standing, and where she was against the wall. Only, this time when his hand lashed out, it would not be to hit her. Instead, she would find his fingers curling around her throat, and he then lifted her off the ground to slam her hard against the wall. Now low, however, but he would hold her quite high off the ground. High enough that her head was just shy of the ceiling. And then those fingers would begin to squeeze. It would seem, at that very moment, that he was fully intent upon choking the life out of her.
A few moments later, however, those fingers would loosen and he would lower her down a bit more. Whether he had never planned on choking her, or had come to his senses would be hard to tell. Now, she would be just barely off the ground, low enough that her toes would be able to touch it, though he was still holding most of her weight in the air, without even so much as a look of effort from the vampire. He then leaned in close, so that his following whisper was easy to hear. And those fangs, he so often took care to conceal were clear as day , even though his eyes were only inches away from her own.
“Say one more word, just one, and I will make you my pet. And the suffering I put you through tonight, will make the rapes you endured from your last master seem like Sunday school picnics. Be a good girl, and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here with just the bruises you have gotten so far. Just try and call me on this, and anger me even more, Eliina. I would love to have a plaything for the night. Feel free to nod if you understand me.”
His voice was soft, and calm in the whisper. Far too calm for the look in his eyes, and the way his face was set. The anger and emotion was still quite clear in both his expression and his eyes, just not in his voice. Just that steel, calm quality one would expected of a hardened cold-blooded killer