Red
1610 – London England
In a candle lit apartment, sat a man working feverishly on some kind of masterpiece. There are several crumpled pieces of paper thrown over his shoulder sitting near the burning coals of what remained from a fire, and a half eating meal sitting at the far end of the table. The man was sitting at the table with his face in the palms of his hand, a quill thrown to the side, and the ink just dripped from it onto the table.
Suddenly, the door to the small apartment swung open and slammed shut with all the force of thunder storm, leaving a well dressed women leaning up against the door. The woman was breathing heavily, and a small dagger was in her left hand.
"William, you look tired, hopefully you aren't too tired for me?" the women asked while she was breathing heavy. Trying to catch her breath she walked over to the small kitchen and poured some water into a basin. The women started to wash her hands as the man walked up to her.
"Your hands are covered in blood, why?" William inquired as he brushed some red hair out of her face, seeing the blood covering her face.
"It's nothing," she said as she looked into William eyes, "how's your play coming?
"Stop evading my questions Sophia! Why are you covered in blood?"
"I found an injured dog, while I was leaving the castle." She answered as she started to undress William, and kissed him lightly on the lips, "It died in my arm".
The petticoats dropped to the floor and her hair fell onto her shoulders, "You smell so sweet", William stated as he accepted the answer of his mistress.
After a night of glorious sex, Sophia left William's apartment early in morning, well before the sun started to rise; the birds were the only creates up and they were singing their songs. Her dress was still stained with blood, the blood of the poor dog. William was so gullible, he believed her when she told him the story of the dog, if he only knew that the dog was actually a Watcher.
The poor Watcher, he was a stable hand for the Queen. Sophia knew she was the only immortal living in the safety of the Queen's court, the Watchers must have discovered her again, they were just as annoying as rats, but they were much easier to kill.
Last night she walked into the stables well after everyone was asleep, she knew that the he had made a small bed for himself there up in the hay loft. No one was going to notice his death until morning, and no one would suspect her.
The seduction was easy enough. The Watcher was a simple man, seeing an elegant woman from the Queen's court was almost enough to stop his heart. She had watched him for weeks, teasing him every few days when she came down to go riding. Telling him how cute he look, how well of a job he did, even admiring his Watcher tattoo. When she came to him, it was easy enough to get him into his little nest of a bed and cut his throat.
Sophia remembered what she told him before she slit his throat, "All I have every wanted has been peace and quiet, but with you Watchers there is none of that. I don't want the world to know about me, and I haven't lived this long with a Watcher watching my every step. I'm sorry but this is the end of the line. I hope you have said your prayers, God is expecting you," and she ran the dagger deeps into the man neck, right below his ear. His warm blood pulsed onto her dress and onto her hands, just another dress ruined but when you work for the Queen of England she knew she didn't have to worry about were her next dress came from.