AU – In Which Hershel Passed Nixy By
The street was quiet. Not a soul had been through here in weeks.. Not since those murders. All happening in that one alleyway, it was enough to put anyone off. Nixy had to rely on the few tourists who were stupid enough to check the place out, and they were few and far between. It was getting so much harder, and her stomach had been growling much more lately.
But she heard footsteps—finally. She had been starving! She would wait for the poor guy to come and ask her that same question. "Are you lost? Are you okay?" It pissed her off every time they asked that; just because she was alone outside, didn't mean she needed help like some vulnerable little girl. She shook her head vigorously and again focused on this man. His collar was turned up against the cold, and his hair whipped back and forth in the merciless wind. He was such a handsome young man, couldn't be any more than fifteen or sixteen. It would be a shame to end his life. But who was she if she started to show sympathy?
She waited. And waited. Hands resting on her chainsaw, too heavy to handle properly, but just light enough for her to deal a lethal blow. But... no one came. Why was that? No one had just passed her by before. She gave him her best puppy dog eyes as he glanced at her. She could tell he was arguing with himself in his own mind, and just hoped the right answer would arise.
But it didn't. He smiled, and walked on, out of that street and into the more busy streets of London. People seemed shocked that he had walked out of there alive, but their gasps and mutterings were soon silenced: Well, replaced by screams. He walked out of the mess of blood strewn across the powdery snow, seemingly oblivious, knife blade slightly visible from his gloved hand.
But Nixy was too bewildered to notice.