My darling its time for our Dernière danse

Dancing in the moonlight

Y/n: your name  

l/n: your last name 

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3rd Pov: 

The flash of red leapt from building to building as she searched for her prey. Soon after a while she had spotted not only one but two. Meals and they seemed to be doing their typical human issues. She ran and quietly leapt onto a building right above their heads. She watched as one of the humans with a deep voice seemed to be yelling. 

At another human something about stealing money. She sighed "normal human problems nothing new or fun." As she was about to pull her book out of her bag she carried which was attached to her belt. Her eye caught something metal and shiny. The two humans seemed to not be fighting anymore but the one that was being accused of stealing money had drawn a their pistol. 

She let her book fall back into her satchel and she had leaned over the roof. "well now its time for me to make my entrance" She leaped down from the roof using her parasol to help her land softer behind the two men into the shadows. "Now now darlings do you really think fighting will solve your problem more or less a gun." She spoke softly while smirking her black lipstick curving into a smile. 

When she noticed that they had good souls and tasty ones at that. "who the-" the man with the gun began. But was cut off by the other man with the rough voice. "Oh sorry madam if our quarrel bothered you, it is not a matter you would want to get your hands dirty with." By now she noticed that both men were intoxicated. "This may actually be fun" she thought as she grabbed her spectacles from her bag as she put them on. "Oh get my hands dirty I'm sorry but that would be a matter. That would create a beautiful masterpiece with." she said while retrieving her scalpel from her bag. 

"wha- what do you mean masterpeic-" The man was soon cut off as his eyes widened at seeing her dash towards the other man. As she pierced his chest with the scalpel that was held firmly in her gloved hand. His screams erupting the nights peace, as soon as the man fell. She turned to the other man who still held the revolver. He fired shots at the woman but they seemed to just pierce her skin. But instead of falling or showing any sign of being hurt she just kept walking towards. Him swaying back and forth as if her energy was drowned. 

As she got closer his barrel became emptier as the last bullet fired he looked. Up but it was to late she lunged herself at the man. Her scalpel ready to pierce the skin, but when it hit the skin it  wasn't a stab more of a slice. She danced around the man slicing here and there. His screams were so quiet since the first cut was at his neck. As blood gushed from his neck she just kept twirling in the night. Blood around her flying around the street decorating the walls.