Sheridan Creed: Carmilla Assassin's Creed

Sheridan Creed

Two pairs of footsteps echoed against the stone pathway. Long dark shadows covered the ground behind them.

"Mother thinks highly of Will and I, you know. Maybe if you stop fooling around and do your duties then she might think the same of you." A dark skinned woman proposed to the pale woman beside her. The paler just shook her head: her face hidden in her hood but the other knew she was smirking. "Wipe that look of your face, Carmilla. Sometimes I swear you do the things you do just to see her get mad!" She said with rage, her arm outstretched to stop the girl from moving forward.

"Mattie, you know more than anyone else that Mother drives me crazy. This 'fooling around' that I've been doing is nothing but a distraction from her and her rules. I would think you of all people would understand. I mean, before Mother saved you you were a-"

"Enough, Carmilla! We do not speak of my past. Let us just calm down, we've arrived at the market after all, we wouldn't want to cause a scene now would we?" Mattie asked, turning to look away from her sister to watch as men and women, boys and girls, moved around. Carmilla said nothing, her pale faced in it's neutral, sarcastic grimace. Her silence gave Mattie the answer she was looking for. "Thought so." She smiled, her white teeth shining in the sunshine. She started to walk towards the entrance of the market; the tail of her hood and jacket swaying behind her. Carmilla shook her head as she laughed to herself. Her feet followed the other's shadow.

Chatter filled the air as people spoke to one another, whether they were trading or arguing. People were yelling, trying to lure people in to look at what they have to sell or trade. Others were quiet, letting people come at their own pace, their own will. Everyday it was like this. People shopped and then they left, only to come back in the morning as the birds begin to chirp. It was hard to determine how many people were there. A hundred? Fifty? Only the roads knew. They knew where they were from; some from Styria, others somewhere else. They knew where they were going, but they told no one. Most of the people were women and younger adults since many of the men were out working. Most likely, fishing, farming, working for the king as knights or guards. Some were even sailors though that profession was not particularly popular among the rest. Everything was normal.

Only when two black figures joined the crowd of people, did the normal looking day vanish. The figures moved with peace, like a small wave crashing against the sand of a beach. They stood out compared to the tan, brown cloths that everyone else was wearing. The detailed artwork on the charcoal clothing were golden compared to everyone else's iron . They pushed their way through, trying to keep their balance but unable to feel the floor. Trying to step into open spaces as if a wrong step could hold a terrible fate.

"We should've took the roofto-Carmilla!" Mattie spun around, wondering where her sister could have vanished to. The black eyes searched for the hood figure. They scanned the area until they spotted a dark mass in front of an apple stand; her eyes honed in on her target. She watched as she stole an apple from one of the gullible salesmen. Her eyes stayed on Carmilla as they began to scale the sandy brick walls that stood beside an empty road. Her pale hands holding on to protruding bricks as she lifted her way up. The red apple held in her mouth like a cat would carry her kitten. The older woman smirked, shaking her head, her black hair falling in her face. She jogged towards the same wall and climbing it as if it were nothing.

"Well done," Carmilla laughed as she took a bite of her stolen prize, the juice dripping down her pale lips. "though it took you some time, you're getting lazy." She looked out towards the sight in front of her. Her dark eyes saw the hoards of people in the streets. The large wooden ships floating beside the dock, its contents removed. She enjoyed the view, though she enjoyed the view at night the most.

"Oh, you're one to talk. Get up, Mother has been waiting for us. You can reminisce and look at the scenery later." The darker girl nudged the knee of her sister, urging her to get up, though she took some time doing so.