Drums pounded as a band played loudly in the corner. The veranda wrapped around three sides of the garden, and the dim lights barely reached into the greenery. She wove through the crowd, dozens of people dancing as the music thumped away.
Bodies lay propped up against the railing, either drunk, high or dead. She knelt down, pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of one of the men, lightly patting his cheek. Alex stepped over him, and crept into the garden.
As she walked quickly down the path, she heard murmurs. Peering into the heavy growth, her eyes widened and she quickly backed away. A couple was rutting, their naked bodies covered in dirt and plants, the moon reflecting in his eyes giving them a feral look.
Ugh, gross. She shook her head, and focused on the task at hand. She picked her way towards the house, finally stopping where she couldn't see anyone. She shifted, heat blooming in her core and cooling just as quickly. Valyeria kept her wings tucked tight against her back as she wiped off the makeup as best she could, dropping the used handkerchief in the dirt. She spared a quick glance around and leapt to the sky, the thump of her wings barely visible over the noise of the crowd.
Valyeria landed on the balcony, tucking her wings behind her back as she strode into the bedroom. It was deserted, but the light of the moon was more than enough to let her move about freely. She paced around, creating a mental map of the room, and looking at the escape routes before settling down. She quickly pulled his heavy chair into the centre of the room, testing the thick oak arms. Satisfied in their strength, she cut the tassels off his curtains, and set them down near the chair. Finally, she sat atop the dresser, balancing half a dozen feet above the ground as she waited for her deader to come through the door.
The door creaked open, the quiet murmurs of voices jolting Valyeria from her doze. The sun was going to come up soon, and she needed to be long gone by then. Two figures staggered into the room, obviously both intoxicated as they sloppily kissed. Slurping sounds began, his groans matching, though thankfully she couldn't see much beyond their outlines. They stood almost directly beneath Valyeria, and still hadn't noticed her. She tensed, and leapt towards them.
She crashed into them, knocking all them to the ground. She scrambled to her feet, tense and ready, but only her mark moved. He yelled out something incomprehensible, and tried to stagger to his feet, but he couldn't seem to manage to get upright. Valyeria stared at him and put away her Kidnapper's Poison, realizing that given how intoxicated he was, there was no way he'd be able to get up with his pants around his ankles. She strode towards him, dragging him to his chair and tying him up. She adjusted the knots, tightening them on his arms until they nearly cut the flesh. She had to favour her left hand, the teeth marks of the guard still hurting when she moved it. Once she was convinced he couldn't move, she backed off, watching him like a hawk watches a mouse.
He had tried to struggle as she dragged him, but a quick slap across the face settled him down. The man stared up at her, his confusion slowly giving way to fear as he realized his position. He took in a deep breath, as if to scream, and Valyeria pounced. Her good talons clawed into his mouth, as the injured hand gripped a scalpel. The blade sliced down, and a gurgle was all that came out, as half his tongue dangled from her hand.
The pain seemed to sober him up and he tried to speak, but blood had filled his mouth. She shook her head at him, and sliced lightly down his body. A grunt filled the room, and his body tensed. His hands gripped the oak chair, and she paused, worried as it creaked. Then he was done, the tension draining from his body. His eyes met hers, as if searching for mercy. But he found none in her alien eyes.
Again and again the blade slid through his flesh, and blood seeped through his tied hands. She reached foward, and ripped off his shirt, quickly cutting off his pants. The man who was bound was not the same man as the loud, obnoxious one she had caught a glimpse of at the party. Tears seeped from his eyes, and snot dribbled down his hairy chest. It mingled with the blood as it wound its way to the floor, and Valyeria was momentarily enthralled by the sight of the moonlight reflecting pff the drops.
She shook herself, and returned to her gruesome task, her breathing become more and more ragged as she worked. Her hand began to shake, and she felt alive. But bit by bit, the man was loosing energy.
As his reactions slowed, and finally stopped, Valyeria became bored. All right, time to do what I came here to do.
She packed his wounds with Night Scarf, binding them tightly with scraps of his bedding. Within bits, his eyes were glassy, and his moans had stopped. She continued to fill his gashes with the drug, and then forced his mouth open to pack even more inside. He was unresponsive, and his breathing was getting slower.
She settled down atop the unconscious body of the whore to wait, bits ticking by as his head nodded further and further forward. Finally, it settled atop his chest, and a long breath escaped his body. She stood, feeling around his neck for a pulse, but finding none. Surprisingly, she felt no satisfaction. Instead, it was almost... almost disappointing. The climax she had expected had never come, and she felt cheated.
There was no fight in the man. No last, final defiance. Instead, he had given up.
Pathetic.
She stood, and left the room by the balcony, catching herself with her wings just before she hit the ground.
She shifted back into human, and looked down at her bloody dress in dismay. She had forgotten about it earlier, but her deader had bled all over her. As she stood, worried, she suddenly remembered the couple she had seen earlier. She rushed, quietly, through the garden, trying not to wake any of the passed out partiers. She paused on the path, smiling as she saw the naked bodies of the couple still intertwined. His head was nestled on her chest, and their arms held each other close. It was almost sweet.
She silently grabbed the woman's dress, quickly slipping into it before heading through the maze of bodies, and down the street, the empty roads helping her once more.[/dropshadow][/color]
