I stood up and looked at my hands. They were covered in the crimson of the same blood covering the man. I wiped it off, hoping they would believe I had just gone hunting and was preparing the animal for dinner.
I then, turned to the man, making a motion over my mouth with my index finger as if to say, "hey, if you aren't quiet, you'll get us both thrown in jail!"
He seemed to take the hint by nodding his head and making the same gesture back at me.
I nodded as well and resumed the same position as when I first answered the door. I snuck up, dagger in hand, like a lion stalking its prey.
When I finally got to the door, I kept my guard up. However, I hid my blade behind my back, not wanting to cause attention.
I put on then most convincing grin I possibly could and opened the door with a smile, or at least the most convincing one I could muster up at the time.
I was greater with about ten maybe twenty people with weapons, a few with armor. I could tell the man that they were chasing must have been important. As, the people at the door were angry. Few twitching with rage.
"Hello, do you need something?" I question, grinning even wider than beforehand.
"Have you seen a young man around here? Green eyes, raven hair, cleanly shaved, tall, well built?" One of the man at the front, dressed in armor, interrogated me.
It took a while, but, I matched the description of the man they were mentioning to the same guy that was previously dieing on my couch.
"Of course not," I chirped, "haven't seen him."
The man nodded and walked off. I was surprised that they didn't figure out my identity almost immediately. People around here know what and who I am when they see me. That means, the man and the crowd must have gone a long distance.
I snapped out of my thoughts in response to a breeze from the night air hitting me. I shut the door and expose the dagger, walking over to the man.
"Thank you so mu-" he was cut off by my blade being swung toward his face.
"You have a lot of questions to answer. I suggest you answer them now, before I get impatient," my voice lowered into a threatening tone. As far as I am concerned, this man is going no where until. All of those questions were answered.
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Frost (discontinued)
Fantasia(First story. Let's see how this goes.) Everything was fine. Perfect you could say. Until, he arrived. One, snowy, night, Frost, a young witch, had an unexpected visitor arrive at her isolated cottage in the woods. And, it's not who you'd expect. A...
