Title: Perfume (1/8 of "Vanity")

Author: GreenOwl

Rating: PG

Pairing: Soren & Isobel (Original character)

Word Count: 200

Disclaimer: I don't buy / sell / process this mindcrack - I just abuse the hell out of it.

He was not handsome.

He had neither Kraven's symmetry of face nor Viktor's magnetism.

He was a Death Dealer, a sentinel, a glorified thug.

In one word: expendable.

Beautiful women - beautiful human women – did not look at him.

They certainly didn't gaze at him for extended periods of time.

But she did.

She was a glorious construct of mortal flesh with her dark hair, pale skin and elegant, slender lines that invited wonder and wanting. And in addition to the painted-on midnight satin dress that accentuated every place on her body where Mother Nature had curved her, she wore a smile.

Not the chaste, welcoming grin of a friend.

Not the faint, disinterested grimace one gives when accidentally catching the eye of a stranger.

Not the caustic, januaried smirk of a predator who wishes the prey to remain unaware.

It was a voluptuous, decadent smile whose sole purpose was to invite him into her bed.

His nostrils flared as he caught her scent – black rose, bergamot and a mist of amber blended exquisitely with her own musk.

She was ripe.

One more day, two at the most, and she would be ready for him.

Anticipation coursed through him.

Soon.