She was a kind person, yeah she had a quick tongue and an attitude but she'd never over stepped her boundaries. Until today that is as she sat in a coffee shop with her savour, somehow calling him that didn't sit well in the pit of her stomach.
"So uh, thanks for helping me" did she really just choke on her own coffee saying one simple line? It was a wonder how she didn't just cough all of it everywhere.
Sion who'd been in an inner battle with himself over what had just happened a while ago simply gave the woman a tight nod. Was he really him? It sounded like a weird thing to think or even feel at this point. But there was a dark and cruel edge to him, something else beneath the surface. It terrified and excited him all at once. Yet he couldn't help but feel as if whatever this was was in fact taking over.
A little earlier***
"P-please don't kill me!" The woman pleaded as Sion now just realised where he was, what had just happened? His vision was so dark and clouded he'd failed to realise all his senses had just taken over. Feeling warmth in his right hand he saw a head bloodied and torn. It was a gruesome scene enough to make onlookers take a second glance as if they didn't see it right the first time.
Oddly enough seeing it in his hand made something inside Sion smile sinisterly at his kill. Dropping the head more in worry and surprise for this weird feeling in his chest than out of fear or feeling of disgust. As the head rolled the woman let out whatever stomach she had left to the right of her. Hurling up and heaving as the smell of blood was so thick, there was no doubt that authorities hadn't smelt this mess.
Thinking the same, Sion grabbed the woman in a calm manner as he carried her like a bag. One arm slung under her to his side. Leaving the mess behind as they exited the alleyway together.
***
He still hadn't said much now that she thought about it. He just simply taken them here but I hadn't bought a single thing; his clothes though were probably more a tip off than anything. Rugged and shabby, this kid was obviously doing it tough for cash. Being in a calming environment the woman's previous cat ears and tail had receded nicely. She now resembled that of a model, a very rich one. Her platinum blonde hair and emerald eyes were a bit more showy and a bit of a change to the stereotype. Her figure was that of lean, no real curves but enough fat to show some hips. Waxed legs and arms, Sion probably wouldn't be surprised if this woman was made out of plastic now that he looked closer. She had some tight fitted clothes on to show of more elegance than skin. But all Sion thought was 'This woman has money', money that he needed.
"So-" she began again as Sion's eyes snapped to hers, "Do I get to know your name?" Clearly introductions were in order regardless of their awkward position.
Sion being well Sion simply stared at her, he hadn't really talked back then so why would he now? It was just a spur of the moment that he saved her. It's not like he even wanted to be friends, or know her for that matter. He had actually thought about leaving her in that alleyway but with a mess like that and no witnesses, she could have been charged for his actions.
Seeing that he wasn't going to talk, the woman put her coffee down.
"I'm Franes, that's pronounced as Fran-east, my friends just call me Fran" she started seeing no indication that he'd actually been listening she slumped in her part of the booth seat. Is this how it was going to be? Murder and then silence? Oh what her friends would give to know who had kept her from this morning's photo shoot. No doubt if they saw her here with him they'd get the wrong idea, looking up at him he wasn't a bad catch.
His sharp jawline, pretty beefy arms and wide framing, not to mention his height and those electric blue eyes that seemed to compliment his pure white hair. She wondered if his hair was dyed or lack of nutrition or something? But smell he just smelt like a human? But the images of before and his actions as were as her 'Second gender' going into submission? There was more to him than meets the eye, she'd never been one to judge so quickly because of her pride of knowing characters. Yet he was unresponsive, unreadable and just-
"Sion"
"Huh?" She had blurted out as Sion seemed to clench his teeth, she quickly rephrased, "sorry could you repeat that?"
'Did I mess up saying my own name!? No. I'm not that stupid even though my personality has changed quite a bit' he briefly panicked, god he hated this. Being social was not what he was used too. Keeping his head low was more what he preferred and had been doing for most of his life.
"My name is Sion" he tried again, carefully laying out each word. Franes simply blinked at him in more silence. 'This is going no where!' Sion yelled in his head before she smiled as best as she could.
"Nice to meet you Sion" that was a first. Maybe Sion really should keep a list of the new situations he comes across for the first time? Cause this was the first time anyone had been happy to meet him. Surely she was dropped on her head as a kid?
Simply nodding in return Franes suddenly slammed her hands on the table. "Ok, I am happy you saved me and all and you're probably feeling like you don't have to talk to me cause you're such a big shot or whatever." And there it was her sharp tongue, the attitude had finally come out. Standing up in slight defiance she continued "But if you're thinking you are going to get a reward-"
"I need a job"
"I'm not going to be paying you a cent- huh?" Stopping her ramble of justification, she looked at Sion. "What did you say?" Franes questioned as Sion pulled at his phone, 'so that's why he wasn't keeping any eye contact. The guy was on his phone!' She thought as her face twisted to one trying to maintain face.
"I need a job Miss Franes Bica" right then he showed a picture of her face on their official model page. "I thought you looked familiar" he finished as she sat down recomposing herself. 'This guy' she thought. "I want to take a job here" 'Is insane!'