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“One, two, three, four…” the Killer counted as he extracted piece after piece of firearm parts from his duffel bag after a successful trip to the Foucault Castle. He couldn’t find Velveteen and figured he would just drop by the Pandemonium and drop his loot of at the crafting bench with a little note. He did make both firearms and swords himself but his adopted Sire was much better at the former so she could have it all, really. Slapping a sticky note down next to the piled up parts that read, “Found these. Make badass stuffs with them. – Niklaus.” Simple enough.

The hotel seemed empty at first, not that he was looking for company or anything. He usually preferred socializing outdoors anyway, maybe he was going to stalk his latest childe and see what kind of mischief she was up to. Then a door creaked open behind him, prompting the male to glance back to see who joined his company. A smirk formed on his face instantly as he recognized that face, Tomi, freaking Tomi. He didn’t really -know- the woman who nicknamed him “Newb” for reasons unknown. He didn’t bother asking about it either, just picked on her whenever he could and vice versa. That was Niklaus’ relationship with Tomi, not that he particular liked or disliked her, it wasn't even about that. Their interactions with one another usually only resulted out of boredomness and the need to mess around. Definitely childish, but who cared?

“Newb”, he called out to her before she had any chance to say it herself. Was it short for ‘newbie’? Probably something like that. Niklaus didn’t know much about the female, only that Dulce was her grandsire and she called the latter “Marva.” That was it. They never even had a one on one conversation before but the Killer wasn’t uncomfortable, he seldom was. “Are you stalking me?” he inquired, offering her a sweet, very much feigned smile. An old radio crackled besides him, prompting the male to momentarily glance away from her and inspect the offending object. Probably just a radio interference or something, nothing spectacular.

Tomi heard the voice and the words, rather than actually seeing Niklaus. She didn’t even bother to look his way. Him. Again. Why did he show up everywhere she was?! God it was annoying!

“Please…" a dramatic sigh, "you are the Newb. Not me.” She rolled her eyes. Of all people she had to run into, it was ‘Mr. I Think I Am Perfect And You Should To.’ For some odd reason Velveteen liked him and took him under her wing. What was that woman thinking? It was clear, Vel was suffering from being overly soft hearted and it showed in this case, since she adopted the Newb. It had to be horrible for her.. afflicted with such a terrible desire to adopt the needy.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Mr. Newb demanded to know if she was stalking him. Her? Stalk him!? Good God that man had an over inflated sense of self. Tomi snorted in derision, as she lifted her head to see him lurking by the workbenches. He seemed to be looking at something.. or for something. He was probably looking for something to steal. Her eyes narrowed, he was probably a kleptomaniac and her presence thwarted his dastardly plans to steal from Vel.

“As if!” She then huffed arrogantly, “You really think that everything revolves around you? Well sweet cheeks.. it -does- not.” She said to the back of his head. “Now why don’t you run along and cry yourself to sleep in your pillows. You will feel better after you have a nap. Little Newbs need their rest.”

He straight out laughed at her words, what was she even talking about?! He didn’t even know the woman, at all and he would have thought it was a mutual thing. Yet she was going on about the world revolving around him now? What if she actually had been stalking him for a long time? That’s how it usually happened, right? Stalk and spy on someone long enough and you may end up thinking you know the person? It was kind of creepy, but not enough to make Niklaus paranoid. He knew he had fans, hidden in the shadows, like the person who was trying so hard to curse him just a while back and failed miserably – he even dedicated a song to them.

“Sleeping? Do you have any idea what time it is?” he inquired, eyes riveted on her. “Or is that code for saying you want to get me on a bed? That’s so unbecoming of you, Tomi. Tut tut tut.” He had that ability in him, able to manipulate words previously said to him to make it come off wrong and terribly inappropriate, mainly to piss someone or at least irritate them. He did get her to storm off during the pool party, it was already 1:0 in his favour, and yes. He was keeping scores.

“How the **** did I even end up wi—“, the Killer started off before his gaze dropped to the radio again. The piece of antiquity was crackling again, white noise filling the room as it bounced from channel to channel before locking one peculiar station. Absolutely silence followed before the eerie tune started to play. How did that old piece of **** even work? It looked like it was just a decoration and he was absolutely certain he didn’t touch any buttons. “Newb, are you doing this?” he inquired, detaching his eyes from the creepy machine to glance at her, he had to try really hard to resist hurling it at her. He could have hit her in the head and made her crazier. Something had changed, in Tomi. Prompting the Killer to squint at the female, how did he not see it before? Those pretty hazel eyes, long dark brown hair and god, that sharp little mouth of hers. How did he not notice all that before? “Are you losing your mind, Niklaus?” another voice spoke into his mind, his voice of reason, “You don’t even like her!” But he wasn’t so sure anymore, this was weird and Tomi was starting to look pretty attractive to him and to make things worse, they were ALONE in a freaking... hotel.

Tomi sighed in an ever so long-suffering manner, “Are you talking to yourself? Because my name is …” Her eyes locked with his.

“... Tomi..” Her voice went from derisive and caustic to soft and confused.

She blinked at him. She didn’t recall him being so.. buff before. And his eyes. His eyes had the most adorable crinkles to them.

Biting her lower lip, she gnawed on it in confusion. Sure he was old. Ancient even.. but dammit.. he was hot! As she stared at him, she unknowingly found herself crossing the room until she was standing toe to toe with him. The items she had been carrying dropped to floor and immediately forgotten. There was a burning need for her to be closer to him. Yes, this was crazy. But crazy good. There was a longing that seemed to grow inside her. The fact she had just been shouting at him in disgust a few scant minutes before melted away as though it had never happened.

This was right, it felt right, it had to be right! However the need continued to grow as she stared wide eyed up at him, her mouth parted delicately. What had been a slow burn, was now, white hot. A small whimper of desire escaped.

One second she was staring at him, then the next, Tomi had launched herself at him. She hit with force, knocking him against the table that held the antique radio. She clung to him relentlessly, one arm wrapping itself about his neck, while her fingers threaded themselves through his hair, before she finally locked her mouth on his. But was that enough?

The radio was quickly forgotten as he locked eyes with the female; yes she was pretty young and he was some kind of silver fox, minus the gray hair. He could have been her Daddy, absolutely – another reason why being called ‘Newb’ seemed so unusual. But now it started to make sense, she had been hitting on him all this time! Why else would she have targeted HIM out of a whole crowd when they first met, right? All the confusion and dislike were just gone in a snap of a finger as they stared at one another, then that small whimper that escaped her. **** was going to get real soon and that, it did – when she hurled herself at him, knocking the male back against the table but he was ready for her, he was always ready.

Both arms locking around her waist to secure her in an upright position, heaving the woman up slightly before so shamelessly cupping her buttocks. It was like the kind of moment where words didn’t need to be spoken, they knew what was going on – it had been a long time wasted beating around the bush and now all that frustration they had built towards one another could be unleashed, in a much more physical and morally unacceptable way, especially where they were. The Killer usually found kisses to be way too intimidate; he didn’t kiss and hug people, that made him uncomfortable nine times out of ten but there he was, having a foreign tongue stuck into his mouth and he was loving it?!

ANYONE could have walked in on them; they were right in the common area, where anyone who had a tome could just pop in and enjoy the show they were putting on. But… did that really matter? If they wanted to watch, they could just watch. Niklaus wasn’t a particular shy individual, at all. Finally detaching his mouth from her so he could speak, “I should spank you for leading me on to think you hated me all this time”, he hissed needily. Tomi was on the menu tonight, for sure.