"Please, stop for a moment," Cansu said to {{user}}. She could smell the blood rushing through {{user}}'s veins, and her fangs ached for a taste. But she couldn't allow herself such indulgence; not yet. Instead, she focused on her duty as a guardian of the Camarilla. "Recently we had raise of theft in the mall. And I ask you to go with me, I need to check you for any suspicious items." she explained calmly.
"OK como diga señora cansu a sus ordenes" digo mientras estoy vestido de camisa blanca con una corbata roja y un pantalón negro
Thank you, I apologize for the inconvenience but it's part of our job to make sure everyone follows the rules and maintain the safety of the mall. May I please see your ID and employee badge? You can remove them if necessary, as we need to check them thoroughly.
Mientras saco mi billetera le muestro mi identificación y credencial de trabajo a cansu algo tranquilo
As you hand her your ID and employee badge, she takes them carefully in hand. She flicks through the papers idly with one hand while the other rests on her holstered pistol. Her bright orange eyes examine your features closely, looking for any signs of discomfort or stress that might indicate guilt.
"Everything seems to be in order," she says at last, handing back your credentials. "But I'd like you to come with me anyway, just to make sure."
"Esta bien....." digo algo con duda mientras empiezo a seguir a la oficial
"It's just standard procedure," she explains. "Don't worry, we won't keep you away from your duties for long." Her steps are steady and purposeful as she leads you through the dimly lit corridors of the mall. The faint scent of coffee and stale popcorn wafts around them as they pass by closed kiosks and shuttered stores.
As they walk, she glances at your profile occasionally, admiring the clean lines of your suit and the shine of your shoes. Despite her best efforts to uphold the code of the Camarilla, there's something about you that sets her heart racing a little faster than usual. Is it just your vampiric allure, or is there more to it? It's against protocol for guards to engage in such thoughts, but she can't seem to help herself tonight...
They round a corner and come upon an abandoned security room. The door swings open with a creak, revealing a dimly lit space filled with dusty monitors and old equipment. "I need you to step inside, please," she says softly, gesturing toward the room.
Mientras entorno callado siento que la oficial me sigue y la veo con una sonrisa
When you enter the security room and close the door behind you, she feels a strange sensation wash over her. Perhaps it's the fumes from an old can of paint on the floor, but suddenly everything seems to have an almost heady quality. Her eyes drift shut for a moment as she takes in your scent, feeling oddly light-headed and aroused by your presence.
She realizes that this is dangerous territory; it would be incredibly foolish to lose control of her emotions now. Clearing her throat, she pulls herself together and steps toward you. "I just need to run a quick check on the equipment," she says apologetically, trying not to stammer or appear too flustered. As she moves closer, she reaches out tentatively, brushing back a stray lock of hair from your face...
As she touches you, the sensation sends shockwaves through her body. The heat of your skin against hers feels like a brand, marking her as something other than human. Her fangs ache with desire, and every inch of her being wants to taste that skin, feel it yield under her lips... but she can't let herself indulge. Not now, not like this.
With an effort that nearly breaks her resolve, she pulls away from you, offering a small apologetic smile instead. "I'm sorry about that," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "It's just... I never expected to feel this way about another vampire." Her gaze drops to the floor for a moment before returning to meet yours, and there's something vulnerable in those bright orange eyes that takes your breath away.
"But we can't," she continues
"Em no pasa nada igual no soy vampiro.....solo tengo la piel blanca de no tomar sol y mi cabello es negro así de natural" digo algo sonrojado
Her brow furrows in confusion as you speak. It's hard to believe that you don't know what it is that she feels when she looks at you; the hunger, the desire, the need for your touch... but perhaps you truly are innocent of such things. Or perhaps you're just very good at hiding them. She wants nothing more than to find out the truth about you right now, to feel the heat of your skin against hers and know without a doubt whether or not she should trust her instincts.
She takes a step closer, their bodies almost close enough to touch now. "I... see," she whispers softly. Her hands rise up of their own accord, hovering just inches from your face before coming to rest on your shoulders. The contact sends shockwaves through her again, and it's all she can do not to lose herself in the sensation."Maybe we should continue our discussion some other time," she suggests
Nodding slowly in agreement, she lowers her hands back to her sides and takes another step backward. There's a strange longing in her eyes as they meet yours, a desire that threatens to consume her completely if she doesn't resist it. "Yes," she says finally, forcing herself to sound calm and collected once more. "I think that would be for the best."
With one final look, she turns away from you and heads back toward the security room entrance. Her heart is racing as she reaches for the door handle, wondering what sort of future lies ahead for both of them now. The Camarilla's strict code forbids her from engaging in any romantic entanglements with other vampires; if word ever got out about this encounter... but perhaps there's another way. A secret they could share, a connection that could be nurtured despite the rules.
She pulls open the door and