

Necromancer ♂ xxx Queen Taite ♀
[wrote as anthros, Taite works within a place called The Nightclub {group located
here}]
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"Don't worry, ma'am. We've brought in a specialist."
I glanced up to my secretary with an irritated frown pulling down both edges of my mouth. "Lady, its my job to worry." She shrank underneath my merciless gaze. "Call Avarice and let him know what's going on. I'll go meet with this... specialist." I spit out the word like it was toxin and she nodded briskly, obviously glad she had the excuse of turning back to the phone.
Rolling my eyes, I turned and padded out of the room, absently hugging my clipboard to my chest. Within seconds, someone else required my attention. "Miss Taite, we need your signature on this order."
I scruntized the document shortly and handed it back to the young man with my name signed on the bottom. "It's approved. Be certain to run it past Daralis, Blake, and Channing; and make sure they actually understand it." I grinned as I tucked my pen behind one of my ears. "Badger them about it until they admit they're listening, okay? I need them to do this pronto."
The man nodded with an amused grin and turned on his way. I paused and watched him go for a few moments before I turned to continue to the board room that I had been promised this 'specialist' was waiting in. Running my fingers through my hair to make it look perhaps a little more professional, I pushed the door open with a winning smile and my comfortable greeting right on my tongue. "Hello, I'm-"
I swallowed; the room swam with the stench of blood. Across it a man stood idly by the wall, his shoulders pressed to the opposite door jam. One hand was dug into the pocket of his jeans; the other was supporting his weight against the door. His eyes, a startling color of blue, twinkled with the lazy amusement of someone with too much time on his hands. His grin widened when I stopped where I stood and tried to inhale past the sinful scent that oozed off of him.
"Sorry for the mess, babe." He drawled, and immediately I frowned in response to the unapproved nickname. But his gesturing hand drew my attention to the table, where a blood stain spread out in the middle and dripped off the closest sides. I cocked my eyebrow.
"Finally got the bleeding to stop." He explained cheerfully, waving the forearm he had bandaged in the time he had been waiting for me to arrive. Trying to ignore just how surreal, and disgusting, this meeting was, I got to the point of business.
"I need you to kill someone."
My words drew a hearty laugh from him; if it was possible, I swore I could see his eyes momentarily glow with his inner joy. Despite his physical appearance of a man, he acted like he was little more then a boy. "Of course you do, girlfriend. What else would you call me here for?"