Allison apperated with Trey into her living room. "Well here we are." she said taking her cloak off, reveling a silk dress shirt and black pants, the three quarter sleeves showing some of the tattoos on her lower arms, a vine with poison ivy clumps and flowers on one arm, and the bottom of the dark mark on the other.

"If you want more to drink, I have plenty in the kitchen." she said looking around for Isis, not sure if she would have to put the large cat out side while he was over. Not seeing her, she figured she was either in the kitchen or down stairs. "I hope you don't mind cats."

Trey eyed her as she took her cloak off. His eyes wandered up and down her body. She was gorgeous. His eyes made heir way towards her arms seeing many tatoos. His eyes widened when he saw it.Yes, the dark mark. A smirk drew across his face. 'This woman was made for me.' he joked in his head. He quickly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his mark as well. He didn't want to randomly say it.

"Maybe ou can make me that favorite drink of yours." He sugested smiling at her. He really didn't care for animals, but it's not like he hated them. He shrugged. "I don't mind them." He added.

Allison led him to the kitchen, with a flick of her wand the vodka, orange juice, and two tall glasses. She sat on the counter and began to mix them, she liked mixing them by hand, she could make them just how she liked it then. She handed one to Trey, only now noticing his arm. "So I guess we have even more in common than we thought." She said with a smile, the sound of padded foot steps told her that Isis had come to see who was in her house, and smiled when the familiar black form slipped into the kitchen .

Trey smirked at her. "It's a good thing to have in common in my opinion." He said. "Thank you." He added once he took the cup. He watched as the very large cat walked in. "Now when you said Cat I didn't realize you meant Panther." He said eyeing. "Very beautiful though." He added, not even sure if he was talking about the animal or her. He took a sip of the drink. "This is delicious." He said tking another sip.

She smiled when he saw the cat come in "Well, I've never been one to care much for those little cats most people have, no, I much rather having something powerful and something beautiful. And she didn't pounce on you, so I'd guess you are safe." She said teasingly " But if she nips or gives you trouble just hiss at her, she'll leave. I'm glad you like the drink. Do you want anything to eat?" she asked.

Trey smirked. "Probably because I seem to be a lot like you." He joked about her panther not attacking him. He gulped down the drink she made. When she asked if he wanted anything to eat, a lot of dirty thought popped into his head and bright wide smirk came across his face. "No thank you, I'm not really hungry. Well not for food any way." He said adding that little tidbit at the end.

"Well if you aren't hungry for food...I can't imagine what you could be hungry for." She said with a playful smile as she walked behind him and pressed her self against him, her arm traveling to the dark mark on his arm, one finger tracing it. "I'm glad we got out of there, that's one thing I'm glad I know about you."

Trey watched her as she walked behind him. "Well you can be hungry for a lot of things." He smirked. He felt her press against him, his eyes widened. He had to admit he liked how that felt. He felt her finger trace his mark. "Same here." He said. He turned around now facing her a smirk wide across his face.

"You said you wanted to get to know me better, right? How were you thinking of doing that?" She asked him taking a step back, she took a sip of her drink and set it back down, while she shooed the cat away with her foot, getting the message, it left them to go curl up next to the couch. "I want to hear you're ideas."

Trey almost frowned when she took a step back, but didn't. He wanted her near him, to feel her, even if it was just a brush of the arm.He looked up at her face still smirking.

"Well for some strange reason.." Trey began. "..I want to get to know you. Everything about you." He admitted. He didn't really understand why he did. She was just a woman. Normally he spent the night with one and that was the end of it. He wanted more than that with her, he couldn't get why. He barely had any feeling left in his body, it was foreign to him to feel anything anymore. "So, when did you get the mark?" He asked wondering when she did.

ooc: Dammit...wrong account..oh well lol

She smiled, she could tell he wanted her, and he wanted her bad, but she could be just as smart as she was dangerous and beautiful, and a conversation about the things she liked the most was one of the things she was too good for her to pass up. "About a year ago, I was living in Germany with my family after graduating so I didn't know too much about what was going on here until I moved back. It's a pity, i could have had so much fun sooner. What about you, When did you get yours?" She asked him, it was really in intresting subject to talk about, at least she thought so.

Trey listened to her talk, which he normally didn't do. He never cared when people talked other than himself. But he found himself listening to her. "Oh well it's prety much been the plan since I was born." He said shrugging. "I was supposed to get it on my 17th birthday but my dad wanted to make sure I was ready for it. Trained me a big longer for a few year and I got it when I was 20." He said sighing. He wish he got it sooner. But his father was right. He was careless at that age anyway.

"So, were your parents Death Eaters as well?" She asked him. "My parents support it, they always have, but they would never do anything so radical themselves. Too afraid of being locked up in Azakaban for the rest of their lives I guess." She had always been the most brutal and violent one of her family, since she was little she had been mean, torturing anything that crossed her the wrong way and had spent much of her time at Hogwarts in detention.

"Yea, my mom isn't though. Guess she figured if my dad was ever shipped off to Azkaban she'd still be around." He shrugged. "It takes a lot in a person to become one I think." Trey began. "I mean anyone could support the cause.."

"Well it doesn't do much if you don't do anything for the cause. Even before I got this, I'd do things, there was a muggle town close by, had a lot of fun there. Stupid unsuspecting people. But it's better to have more than just one person doing it with you, you can get a lot more done that way." She said, thinking of Aria, she wondered if she would have actually bought the poison if she hadn't been there with her to show her some of the ropes.

"You sound like you know how to have fun." Which is what he always considered this. Even though it was basically an occupation now, he had fun. He loved torturing and killing mudbloods. He didn't even understand why any more. It was something he lived and would die for.

"You have no Idea. I have a few secret rooms built only for torture. ' She said with a smile, they were her favorite rooms, she didn't care much who or what she was torturing, she'd do things to her self when nothing else was avaliable, she just loved the feeling of it, the blood, the screams, the rush that came from them.

Trey smirked. "Well that sounds like.." Trey paused looking at her. "Something that I would do." he said thinking about all the times he just loved seeing the blood hearing the cries.

"Yeah? Would you like to go look around the house?" She asked him, if he liked that kind of thing, he probably would like a lot of the house. She picked the drink back up and finished it off. "Would you like more?" she asked.

Trey nodded for more of the drink. He really did like it. "I would love if you showed me around your house." He added. He took a step closer to her a smirk spread across his face.

She took his glass and mixed them both another drink and handed his back to him. "Well this is obviously the kitchen, over there is the dining room, but I never use it. Where would you like to go from here?" she asked him.

Trey smirked. "Well do you have an upstairs in this place?" He asked ulping down the drink she had just finished making him. He slitheres his hand to meet hrs and intertwined their fingers.

"Yes, and a down stairs." She said, and led him along to the spiral stair case just to the side of the front room. Once they got to the top, she led him down a hall to the first door. "This is a guest room. " She said opening the door and walking in to the room a large black bed in the center, and matching dressers next to it.