Boarding School

I sat in the limo, out front of St. Crimson Academy. I thought about my plan of action as I stared down at the picture of Kiba Shinjo. Vampires were sexual creatures by nature so there was no doubt in my mind I could slip into his posse by letting him slip between my legs. I would even enjoy it. But like any other form of spy-ship, it was the danger of being off guard while being in bed. I would also need to find time to be with Nathaniel, not only for the mission but for simply being with him. I hadn't seen him in so long that I don't even know what he looks like now. The closest I've been with him was a little mutual faceless sex dreaming. Closing my eyes I could imagine those too-few times we'd shared our dreams. He would sneak in, shadows over his body—or a blindfold over my eyes, I never knew which. All I could ever do was feel him, touching me, seducing me, whispering to me in husky drones that never had actual words but I could still feel him say the words. I've woken up in the middle of orgasm those few times, my scent bringing my father to me to calm me down, to ease my body from the spasms and tautness.

Licking my lips, I opened my eyes and pulled out my lighter, gaze riveted to the dance of flame as it engulfed the picture in my hand. I burned the conspiratory evidence, fascinated with the way a flame can exist without substance. You can feel air with it's thick and heavy, but without the pain of searing heat, fire has no feel to it. It's just...there. Dancing along, eating up things.

But all that didn't matter. What mattered was the content of the burning file, which I had committed to memory before ashing it. Shinjo's personality suggested that he was a man used to taking what he wanted, even if he could have gotten it just as easily with a simple please. He was an aggression junkie, loved to throw his power around. Which in turn suggested he loved to gain power. Nipping the problem in the bud was the best way to keep coup d' tats from happening.

As the ash fluttered out the window on the cool night's breeze, I smiled to myself. This was going to be fun.