Alexander was clearly trying to upset her or put her off balance. The fact that she had no real idea what he wanted or what could have happened to cause this sudden visit would be completely lost on this vampire. “If you told me what you wanted to know about, then maybe I could help you.” She leaned casually back against the bars of her cage, “I want to help you, Alexander. I do. What has happened?”
The vampire leaned forward in the chair and propped his chin onto his folded hands. His eyes were tracing her body up and down and came to rest, gazing into her deep brown eyes. “There was an incident, down by the Port Area.” He stood up and raised himself to his full height and looked down on her, “Why did your people attack?”
Ansuya let her eyes widen in surprise, looking up at him through her eyelashes, “Why would we attack? What was there for us to gain?” She had dropped her voice an octave; this gave it a rich, seductive, slow quality. She half expected him to attack her cage again as he did the interview before, but this time he was surprisingly in control of his emotions.
He sat back down, “A warehouse was destroyed, Ansuya. A vampire owned warehouse. It wasn’t one of mine, so I could care less, but I want to know why your people attacked this particular warehouse, why now? Werewolves have never shown any interest in the Port Area before. So why?”
Ansuya gripped a bar of her cage in a languid fashion over her head. She let her knuckles whiten as she tightened her grip and let her body turn to give her captor a nice profile view of her body. She gently slid down the bar till her knees touched the ground. She gently turned her body till her butt was on the ground and she was facing Alexander with her knees bent in front of her. Alexander watched her every move.
She let her lips curve into a whisper of a smile towards him. “What was in the warehouse that was worth destroying?” she asked in that same softly deep, sultry voice.
“I just told you the warehouse wasn’t mine; I don’t know why it was destroyed. I want you to tell me. Tell me why all of a sudden, your people are attacking House Himura!” He stood up and gripped the bars of the cage staring at Ansuya. “I will make you tell me, bitch! I don’t have any time for games. If you want to help me, then help me!” He whipped around and punched a nearby wooden crate, shattering the whole top and part of one side spilling out packing materials and large cans of engine lubricant.
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He was breathing hard looking down at the floor, not seeing the cans slowly roll away from the destroyed crate. “If you are going to be mine, then you can’t keep secrets from me.” He looked up and stared into her eyes. “If I am to rule House Brandt then I need your help. If I fail, you’ll be killed. Do you want to die?”
Ansuya lowered her head not returning his gaze, like a good submissive woman, she replied quietly, “Please, Alexander, don’t let them hurt me.”
“Then tell me what I want to know!” Alexander bellowed in a hoarse choked voice, that was half commanding, half pleading.
Ansuya stood up slowly and leaned against the front of her cage, “Tell me what you really want, Alexander. It has nothing to do with this warehouse or House Himura. Look at me.” She commanded with a steady voice.
The vampire turned his head and met her eyes as she spoke. This could have been for any reason, but she knew that she was getting somewhere with this vampire. The pheromones that he had been swimming in since he arrived was influencing him, even it was small.
“You want me,” she said in that deep sultry voice, “to tell you all about my people? What do you really want? Tell me why you want to know about my people. If I am to be the concubine of the Head of House Brandt, then you need to be honest with me. Drop the word games and false pretenses, Alexander. What do you want?”
“I want to kill every last one of you!” He said this with venom, even as he looked at her with wanting eyes. “Your kind has been nothing but a constant irritant, which has neither stopped, nor even hindered any of the plans of any of the Houses. You may have won a few battles here and there, destroyed a couple of night clubs, a few warehouses, but it has meant nothing. I still own this place. We still run the city, and pretty much the state itself. Your time was over a long time ago. I want you dead, I want every last one of your kind, dead!”
“Even me?” Ansuya asked.
“Yes.”
The statement hung in the air between them for long moments. Ansuya knew that as long as he was talking about it, he wasn’t actually considering doing anything about it. She had got his mind away from the warehouse attack though, even if doing so had made him state a very real threat that he could level at her at any moment, if he was willing to voice that threat than she would have to take it seriously.
“What about ruling House Brandt?” Ansuya asked quietly.
“I don’t know! I don’t know about anything right now!” He slammed his hands down into the remains of the shattered crate, demolishing the other three sides that were still upright, sending cans flying and rolling out of the crate. “I want you. I think about you a lot and I want you to be mine, no one else’s.” He stood up and looked at her hungrily. “I want you, and I don’t take no for an answer.”