Gasoline

One-of-a-Kind? Nope.

Her first start wasn't very successful, however. Since she was well known, it made getting around hard to do. People recognized her face. Or... Something of the sorts. Anneliese thought she was safe when she noticed a group of guards marching towards her. The woman hissed beneath her breath, paying for the food she had in her hand before turning and walking quickly off, trying to lose them in the crowd of people. Still, they remained locked onto her figure. Now afraid for her life, Anne picked up the pace, sprinting as she shoved her way through the people milling about the square. She rounded a corner and made a straight line towards the gates only to have somebody slam into her from behind, sending her flying to the ground. Anne hit the ground with a grunt and held her injured side with her hand, sitting up. She tried to scoot backwards away from her attacker but it was no use. She was cornered.

The man grabbed her by the collar of her cloak, hauling her up into the air. Two pairs of red eyes met, and Anne felt the man's grip tighten. She, herself, was in shock. This person was a shadow knight as well. The black aura began to slowly appear around the woman, faintly at first, though began to grow more opaque. Her attacker scowled. "I won't hurt you if you don't hurt this village, deal?"

Anneliese gasped faintly as his grip tightened. "Let. Me. GO!" Ebony swords appeared in her hands as black armor formed around her body from thin air. The man was shoved back from the sudden transformation. She looked up to see that he had transformed as well. "I don't want to hurt anybody," Anne exclaimed, her vibrant red eyes locking onto his figure.

"Your posture contradicts what you say. Who are you?"

"Anneliese! Please, I swear!"

He looked at her with clear hostility.  "The way you act says that you're premature, but... The eyes and your power say otherwise..."

The woman watched the being before her. He had to be much, much older than she. "You're immortal too," she murmured, hands lowering as she watched him for any sign of a potential attack. "What is your name?"

"Vincent. Yes, I'm immortal." He lowered his weapon as well, yet remained transformed. He seemed to be inspecting her odd form, as it wasn't like what the typical shadow knight usually turned into. The only other person he had seen take this type of form had been... "Oh," he breathed in shock, realization hitting him.

"What?"

"Can you turn back? I rather not draw attention to ourselves. My lord would like to meet you..."

The two knights turned back to normal form, Anneliese appearing much paler than she had before, clearly flustered. Though she sheathed her swords, Vincent never did, which she could understand. Not many of their kind were known to control their forms. He led her to a house located near the middle of New Meteli, bringing her inside. There was a woman standing over a table with another man beside her. He was a guard; Anne recognized him from around the town.

The woman turned towards them as they entered, clearly surprised. "Vincent? Why are you here? Who is this?"

"Her name is Anneliese. She is like me."

"Oh no, so then we have two flirts. Irene help us all!"

"Cadenza!" Vincent huffed with a smirk. "No, I mean she's a shadow knight. And she isn't premature, either. She's immortal."

"How do you know?"

"Her eyes are red even though she isn't transformed. I found her snooping around the market."

"I wasn't snooping!" Anneliese exclaimed, frowning as she smacked Vincent across the face. "I was buying bread and you lot started chasing after me!"