“Hungary huh,” never really heard much about the country, “ah, I roam a lot. It help me clear my mind. Sometimes I just have to get away for a while so i can think.” He needed to know more about her. Something was off about her. She couldn’t be human. “Okay, so, don’t get the wrong idea or anything,” he held his hand out as he spoke, “but I’ve met a few non humans in the past couple of weeks and you seem to be one of them.”
“At this moment it is in civil unrest for the government removed the right of democracy,” she explained, her head shaking in disappointment towards her motherland. They would lose themselves within a few years’ time and when a time of war came within the country, The Countess would remove her lineage from any harm to befall on their forms. Even the ones who did not suit her lineage well and were unworthy of her name in their veins. “Where did you learn of such tales of creatures?,” she questioned, her eyes narrowing upon his throat and how best to wrench his life from his form.
She had an easy job today, walk in, grab a portrait that her client wanted and get out. No one was reported there and Vivianne practically skipped around the place looking for her prize. It was not surprising that she was stunned silent by the random woman’s voice behind her. Turning she raised an eyebrow and took in the woman’s appearance, “The Countess” she called herself, interesting. “I am sorry, I didn’t know anyone was here, there isn’t suppose to be anyone here, its not suppose to be a home but I can see my employer was wrong. My name is Vivianne. I’m sorry to bother you…Countess.”
“You are bothering my form by entering my household and for what reasons?,” she questioned, a hand caressing through her locks. However, it was merely to place her hand over the hilt of her dagger. Even within her tresses, she had her dagger set into the twists and curls for convenience should her form be removed of weapons where one might presume weapons to be held. No one would truly glance towards the hair nor betwixt the thighs of a female to remove a weapon.
Interrogation of a Lifetime II Closed
Yasha mentally snickered at her threat, having heard much worse from people he had worked with, torturers who came when his words couldn’t crack someone. On the outside, however, he remained silent and stoic, shrugging. “Fair enough point.” he stated simply.
At her question, he hummed. “Well, SHIELD does have a mission for Bucky, but I don’t think I’m going to let him out for that. Any way I can stick a thorn in the side of that organization brings me more joy than you can imagine.” Yasha laughed, for the first time implying that he was someone other than Bucky. The blase, relaxed manner in which he shared it was completely planned.
He’d read her reaction. Surprise, confusion, irritation. He knew Bucky hadn’t shared much if anything about the multiple people running around in his head (he would know that simply from the panic the man was feeling at that precise moment) and now he would read her reaction for a better read on her.
There was curiosity and amusement to observe what stood before her was not James. If it was James, his eyes would lower and there would lay a small tremor. A tiny, one not many would gather and she wondered if it was his form revealing itself as it prepared for whatever it would be The Countess would inflict over his form. How it readied itself to be struck or caressed. This male was not James and she wondered if he was a creature to cloak himself as James or if he now controlled the body of James.
The curiosity and amusement drained away into impassive for if this was not James, then it was best to regard him as a potential foe. One to remove if his bothersome company far outweighed holding James to her company as a slave and submissive. Remove his life and press on towards another to hold her attention. It happened many time before and it would happen again.
“What is your name and what reason do you hold to be here in my company now? In a place where I would surely bury your own corpse if you wish for my death at your hands,” she warned, flickering towards the corpses that had yet to be buried and lain for her flowers.
Time To Plan, James.
Bucky scowled at any guard that actually managed to trip him up and just refrained from sticking his tongue out at any guard that he managed to jump over or avoid their foot. It took quite a while, but eventually he had a decent sweat worked up and began to search out the Countess, keeping his jog steady to keep the sweat going.
The Countess was preparing the bath for herself, this one void of virgins for she had partaken in the blood of virgins before James was to enter her company. She wondered how he would fare with the guards for on the next evening he was to run about, she would inform the guards to strike with weapons. Have him be upon heels and on guard at all times even from those who held their backs for The Countess. The Countess rose from the side of the bath tub, a smirk playing upon her lips. “Have you committed your form to droplets of sweat?”