Christian bolted upright, his lungs gasping for air. Something went completely wrong with the process. Yet he didn't understand why. Sure it has been a Millennia since he has done a Soul Leech, could it be-
"Oh hey, you're finally awake."
The voice cut through his thoughts like a hot butter knife. With a slight flick of his eyes, he saw Phoenix sitting in a chair at the nearby table of his room.
"So, how long have I been out?"
Christian asked as he stretched, slowly trying to get up from the bed. When he stood up, a small bit of cold air greeted him. Phoenix could help but smile, a devious hunger entering her eyes.
"What are you..."
He hardly got the words out, touching his waist to feel the sensation of skin. His hands whipped around, grabbing the nearby silk sheet and wrapping it upon his naked frame.
"Before you even ask, nothing happened Black Wolf.. At least for now..."
Her tone of voice became like the very silk that he so desperately held onto. Heat came across his face; from rage or embarrassment, he did not know.
"Where are my clothes!?"
"Aw, wanting to leave already? I was having so much fun."
She mocked sadness, gesturing to the neatly folded garb he once wore. They seemed to be freshly laundered, the light scent of sandalwood gracing them.
The Standard of Death made his way over and picked them up, heading behind the privacy screen to dress. She only chuckled, feeling the light traces of emotions bubbling up in his body.
'...Finally, I got him to show something.. in both ways for that matter...'
She thought, a slight tinge of pink coming to her face as he walked back out, his shirt just a button shy of being done up.
Christian however did not care for what he saw. Hr thought it was because of the room, thinking it was too hot. He went over to the radiator and stopped the flow, feeling the room slowly lose its furnace like temperature.
"I need some information.."
His words startled Phoenix, snapping her thoughts from the perverse.
"Now what information do you require? Maybe a place to drink? I can-"
Her voice would trail off as she locked her gaze, the piercing of gold sent the smallest shiver down her spine.
"Let me rephrase... I want information on the Mafias here... More in depth with ones of Italian base."
Christian inwardly felt something was off. This wasn't him. He couldn't remember much from his dream walk, but something urged him.
"W-why? If you're planning to start a fight I won-"
"Do you forget who I am?"
His words sliced through the rebuttal, making her flinch. She growled and stood up, a hungered heat quickly flooding the room.
"This is no longer the past! You can't just go killing freely."
She said, causing a nearby curtain to fall into cinders. Christian looked over and sighed. Despite the centuries that have passed, she still didn't have control over it.
It was then that a idea appeared. The perfect opportunity.
"Then teach me, and in turn... Ill teach you how to control your powers. I thought you would have learned, but it seems a guiding hand is still needed."
The heat faltered slightly, her body tensing. She gritted her teeth. It was true, her powers of flame have yet to be on a leash. There was some days it felt like they ran just as free as the wolves that once marauded her village.
"...Fine, but we do things my way... we have some control on the police, but not enough to nuts."
Phoenix's words were forced, but it was a agreement nothing less. Christian clasped his hands and smiled.
"Good, we can start tomorrow. Im going to head out right now. I need to see my investment paid off yet."
Christian said with a cryptic tone. He left the room before she could ask. She ran out after him, wanting to know what he meant.
The only thing to greet her was a empty hallway...