[b]"I just might have to take you up on that~"[/b] She wasn't above getting a good backrub even if it was on this stupid sandy beach, she just knew as soon as she let him something would come up, it always did. [b]" I don't want to talk to that idiot and you are not just a tool, stop talking like that."[/b], her words were stern as she glared over at him. Ayana hated it when he referred to himself in such a way, even if most of the vampire population would have only seen him as something to be used he was so much more than that to her. Andrei would never be just a tool to her no matter how much the others tried to drill it into her head that he was just a hound. He had been there for her since day one of her turning and even before that, he trained her, helped her along, and loved her when there was no one else. She was aware that the world around them wasn't ideal even with the vampires being the current power, hellhounds were looked down upon and regardless of how she felt towards them she could never change the opinions of those around her. They didn't matter though in her eyes he was so much better than she could ever hope to …show more content…
[b]" No no, we don't need to draw any humans here just yet. Let's just enjoy the beach for a few minutes first."[/b] It wasn't often that she was able to just walk and relax even if she did hate the sand she had to appreciate the setting. Not long after she spoke her hand would move to his arm gripping it as she balanced herself, pulling her shoes and socks off tossing them to the side before releasing him and bending over to roll her pant legs up. [b]" So get your shoes off and come on."[/b] Her tone took a turn from nice to somewhat demanding as the last of her words left her mouth. She walked barefooted towards the water feeling the sand move up between her toes it didn't seem to bother her in the least so long as it wasn't in her shoes. She let the water wash over her feet a smile almost instantly finding it's way to her face, Ayana loved how peaceful it was with only the sounds of the waves crashing down onto the beach and nothing else. Her missions usually consisted of humans either shooting at her, trying to stab her, and more often than not screaming and crying in her general direction. She was starting to see just how nice the beach could actually be when there was no confrontation to be