In love with cold blood

One

Third person point of view:
People stopped on the streets, others places down their things and scowled in distaste. Her steps where soundless and elegant. You would never know she was coming if you didn't notice everyone else stopping. From where you stood she looked like a small black spot in the distance. Nothing different, strange or unknown about that since new people passed through the town all the time.

But that wasn't what had made people stop what they where doing to scowl in that particular direction. No. It was where the stranger came from. No one ever came from that direction. For in that direction where nothing but the unknown. Unknown and unexplored blackness laid in that direction. It was a sight to fear and a sight that normally would make women and children hide and men grab their weapons. Ready to defend their village against this unknown being that had no home here.

Yet nothing of that sort happened. They just stood there, scowling in that direction with distaste and hatred on their faces. Some however did tighten their grip on their weapons, ready to chase this unknown creature back to the evilness it came from.

As she moved closer her differences became clear as crystal. She was tall, around 6 feet and wore little to no clothing. Only what looked to be a bralette made of snake skin to cover her perfect sized chest. Another piece of snake skin covered her from the slim waist to her ankles, with long slits that went from her wide hips to her ankles. All over her tan skin where black markings that seemed to slither themselves around her body. Some where big some where small. She was barefooted and her long brown hair was hanging loosely, playfully fighting with the gentle breeze. But what was the strangest about this mystery woman was her eyes. The pupil where in slits like a snakes but they where the deepest of green. When she looked at you it either made you trapped in fascination or run in fear.

To a newcomer her clothing, markings and eyes would be repulsive. It would probably anger most that this unknown woman was coming and they would set out to kill her immediately. But none of this happened. She was sent evil looks and people looked ready to murder her for every step towards them she took, yet they stayed in place. Almost as if they were too scared to move.

Serpentine Point of view:

Nonchalant I left the safety of the unknown to go into town. But I had to cus even though I don't like to admit it, my supplies have been running low and the stuff I need can't be found in the blackness. Trust me, I've searched.

As I got closer I began to notice the usual coldness and hatefulness from the human village.

Pathetic humans.

Coming into town wasn't something I enjoyed, it was a mere necessity. The feeling of their judgement rocking over my body was as heavy as the rocks at the bottom of the cliffs. Yet they had come to bore me. Humans where nothing but vile selfish creatures that didn't have the brain to figure out that in this world the only thing that can protect you is the unknown. I figured that out before I was even a week old.

My slit skirt allowed free movement, allowed everyone sight of my long lean legs and swaying hips. It didn't bother me since I needed to move freely in the forests. Though I guess humans are too dumb to figure that out that they can't survive in tight restrictive clothes.

The second my feet stepped inside the village people started to mumble among themselves. Pointing, glaring and what not.

"Look at that witch."

"She doesn't belong here."

"That Monster should be killed for her sins."

"Go back home you freak!"

I grabbed the knife that was thrown at me between my fingers inches before it reached my chest.

Piercing my heart? They need to do better than that.