The wound on my shoulder is better today, I heal faster than most people. The pain is still there, though, along with the aching in my ankle. I planned on resting today to allow my body to heal completely before I leave the town. I decided not to wear my armor, I wouldn't be fighting today anyway.
I pull a coat on and fasten my cloak around my neck, and then I head downstairs. Usually, I sleep during the day, or at least try to. But, I had another restless night, so I decided not to sleep at all. Claire waves me over to the bar, already setting a cup of water down for me.
"Good morning, Maneater."
I hate being called that. "Please, call me (Y/n)."
Someone sits in the chair next to me, "So, you do have a name?"
"Yes," I reply.
The bard leans in closer to me, but I give him a warning look, "Back off."
He leans back, trying to hide his fear with a smile. I can see right through it, and he knows it.
"So, (Y/n). Have any exciting adventures lately? Anything worth telling?"
I focus on the wall in front of me, "I saved a girl from an underground bunker last night."
"And you got stabbed?" He asks curiously.
"I momentarily got distracted and received a light scratch from someone's sword."
He lets out a laugh, "And you say my ego is fragile."
"What is it that you want, bard? Shouldn't you be bothering the Witcher?" I snap.
"You are one feisty little woman," he says.
I pull a dagger out of my boot and hold it to his neck. He raises his hands up with wide eyes.
"Don't call me that."
A hand grabs mine, pulling my dagger away from the bard's neck. "Keep your hands off of my bard."
His deep voice sends shivers down my spine. I yank my hand away from him and glare, "Then keep your bard away from me."
"I do have a name, you know."
"Quiet," the Witcher snaps.
The bard backs down, "Alright then."
The Witcher leans in closer to me, trapping me against the counter. My heart rate picks up as I try to find a way out.
"I can smell your fear."
"I don't fear anything."
That's a lie. The only thing I fear is the very thing I kill. Men.
I take my wooden cup and smash it against his head. He stumbles back and lets out a deep growl, "Fuck."
I run to the exit but a group of men stop me. It only takes me a few seconds to realize who they are.
"Shit, shit, shit!" I ramble, running back up the stairs.
"Fuck, get Ciri!"
The bard runs up the stairs after me, running into a different room. I quickly gather my stuff and run out to see the girl and the bard staring down the stairs. The girl yells, "Geralt!"
The sound of fighting echoes from below. I push past the two and run downstairs, my sword held out in front of me. The Witcher is fighting the soldiers with ease, I plan to sneak by them, but two soldiers stop me.
"What a surprise. Came here looking for you, and we managed to find the princess as well."
I clash swords with the guy, "Why the fuck are you after me?!"
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Maneater
FanfictionShe hunts monsters, but she's not a Witcher. The monsters she hunts are men who prey on weaker women. The true monsters. She's known by many as "the Maneater," but the few that truly know her know her as (Y/n). No one knows where she's from, but the...