Deathly Vows

1. The Barbarian

Your pov

The thrill of breaking the law is like no other. The rush of blood you get when you almost get caught. And the relief when you don't. That's why you do this. That and because this is all you've ever known.

Stealing, breaking and entering, fighting, screwing other people over, occasionally arson, and rarely ever murder.

You've only ever killed three people to be exact. One person because he killed your little brother and you wanted revenge. Another because he was trying to kill you. And another because he tried to force himself upon you.

Murder isn't your thing, you don't like it. So you refrain from it unless there is no other way out.

As you walk down the street, you see a cluster of four of your enemies joking and laughing with one another. Silently cursing to yourself that they happen to be right outside of the building you have to do business in, you pull your hood up and look down at your feet as you make your way in the shop.

"There she is," the man with crooked teeth smiles as you approach him. You never actually learned his name. He told you, but you just forgot. It's not important.

"Hey... man," you say before pulling the diamond necklace from your cloaks pocket and placing it on the counter.

"Is it real?" He asks and you nod your head and glance around, trying not to raise to much suspicion, but still wanting to be aware. "I'll give you a pound for it."

You scowl at him, not wanting to get ripped off. "I almost lost a finger trying to get that," you say and crooked teeth shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't see how that's my problem darling." He winks at you and a feeling of disgust coils in your stomach as your face cringes. You do nothing to stop it, not caring if you hurt his feelings.

"A pound and a half," you say and he crosses his arms over his chest. You mock his movements causing his arms to fall and him to glare at you.

"Fine, a pound and a half... along with a night alone." He flashes you a smile, crooked, yellow teeth in full display for you. "No," you say in disbelief and disgust as you shake your head.

"That's my final offer." He shrugs his shoulders and you scoff as you look around the gloomy and dirty shop. The candle in the corner of the room leaks wax onto the floor where clumps of old wax gathers on the wooden floor. A lump grows in your throat at the sight of the green mold clinging the the walls and corner of the window.

"A pound will do just fine," you say with a curt nod and crooked teeth snarls at you, making you bite down on your tongue to stop the laugh trying to climb out.

A look of dissatisfaction takes over his face as he crouches down behind the counter and you can't see him anymore. Not a second later, he pops back up with a brown pouch and tosses it on the counter. "Very well," he says with a heavy sigh as you take the pouch and open it to inspect it.

Gold coins fill the the pouch and you take one out and put it between your teeth. Bitting down on it, you're satisfied when it doesn't bend. Closing the pouch back up, you toss it around in your hands a bit to check the weight.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," you say with a forced grin as you put the punch in the pocket of your cloak.

I'm a fucking liar. I kinda like it.

As you turn to leave, you notice the group of brutes still outside. It now looks like they're poking at and making fun of the smallest one. You look through the window at a safe distance and stare at the long scar at the back of his neck. The scar you gave him after he tried to steal what you stole.