The red of Zel's lips parted as she threw her head back and laughed. "Oh, my love," she purred, eyeing his outstretched hand. "If you had a cat, I'm not entirely sure I'm the one who would be dragged in," she flashed her fangs at him again in a 'cat that ate the canary' smile as she accepted his hand. Bending down to get her cloak and luggage from the ground, she couldn't help but feel excited about finally finding him. It was no small feat, but she was pleased with herself at how quickly she'd found him (compared to what she actually thought the timeline would be).

Zel sighed. Yes she'd startled him but it wasn't nearly as satisfying as some of the other times she'd shocked him. Still, she'd accomplished what she wanted; it should be as simple as that, however with her it never was. His next words drew a shocked gasp from her. "Ishmael, your language!" she said, stepping backwards. "Is that any way to talk to a lady?"

Vampire clad in nothing but her combinations, the woman was anything but the picture of a lady. She knew this, which made her that much more gleeful when saying it. Jutting her lower lip out in a pout, she slinked towards Ishmael, draping her arms on his shoulders. "What, aren't you happy to see me?"

The woman wasn't stupid; it didn't take a village to know that whatever future Ishmael was looking forward to had been tainted by her apparition. Honestly to Azazel, that made it all the more fun.

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