"Ahn~" She began with a mild but still sultry moan, luring her prey into a sense of comfort before lashing out with her fangs. "It depends on who you're fighting my dear, dear Frost." There was a coldness hidden within her voice and a dagger in her eyes.
"Urgh." At her words Frost froze, a lump catching in his throat as a horrifying chill ran down his spine. The alluring beauty in his arms was a rose, an elegant deceptive rose that used its appearance and voice to hide its thorns. Now close enough and held within her grasp she revealed her true intentions, and he was caught like a deer in headlights.
