His voice became lethal, and Mirana just stood there. Realizing a Kitsune was upon him, Frank, backed up screaming "Help" and "Freak" at the top of his lungs. "You f***ing retard," was all Mirana said. Darkfox shot a clawed hand, and lifted Frank from the ground by his neck. The old man struggled in fear as his breath was slowly stolen away from him. "Never come here to ask me for rent again," He whispered, lacerating his voice with rage. "If you do, consider your bottom dead and buried...down under." Saru and Mirana plopped on top one another on a heavy chair and Mirana smiled at him. "11:32, ooh you're a bit late." She teased, licking his nose and making his ears come out. "It is a wonder that I managed to spare the old guy," he said, nipping at her neck. She took his fangs like a warrior, but didn't allow his fangs to pierce skin; which was fine for him anyway. At noon, she stood up and stretched. "Time to practice battle techniques!" She squealed happily. With a clap of her hands, all the furnature spread to the house's outer perimeter, leaving them a huge area to fight in. She materialized a blade and said simply: "Don't get cut." As a demo, she made a small incision on the side of his tail with the blade. A gash opened on her cheek, running a droplet of blood down her perfect face. "Receive too many of these and I won't be able to heal." She mused, healing the small cut on her face. Then she repeated her statement: "Don't get cut."
~Continued in Mindslave Chapter 16 part I