What woke her up was the clicking of something on her hardwood floor.

What got her attention was the sound coming towards her.

What made her eyes snap open was her bedroom door opening.

Lena Oxton, the bartender at the somewhat popular Rat and Hog pub, was nothing special. She was simply a normal Brit with rather messy brown hair and hazel brown eyes. She wasn't that much of a looker, though that wasn't saying she lacked the looks, they were simply average if a bit more prominent in her rear end. She lived in an apartment building that wasn't that big, but not that small. Just average.

So she did not understand why someone would break into her apartment, she owned nothing of notable value. A medium sized tv wasn't exactly worth much in this day and age. Her train of thought, however, was quickly derailed as her eyes went to her bedroom door, and hazel brown met the brightest eyes she had ever seen. The woman's eyes were shining gold, but they held no warmth in them, no true feelings inside of them at all.

She was dressed in a rather casual outfit, a dark purple, almost black, sweater and tight black jeans that showed her long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever. She was beyond attractive, wide, shapely hips that led up to a slim waist, only to widen out into two large breasts. She was the pure definition of an hourglass figure. And then there was that beautiful, aristocratic face with long, dark purple hair tied in a high ponytail.

But then the still half asleep girl noticed the woman's skin was not pale, nor dark, but a shade of blue that made her skin look cold to the touch, though her lips were a dark purple from what must have been lipstick. Said lips, which Lena found herself staring at a bit too much, curved up into a smirk, which seemed just as hollow as her eyes. And then her lips parted, and a thickly accented voice made its way into Lena's ears.

"Well, I did not expect you to wake, ma chérie." She cooed, and Lena felt her insides squirm from the sound of the intruder's voice.

"Uh...well, I've always been a bit of a light sleeper!" She said with a weak smile, wondering why she wasn't currently trying to book it to her fire escape.

"Je peux voir ça." She hummed, her hand moving to cover a hollow sounding giggle. Her hand moving drew Lena's eyes downward, and she felt a cold hand suddenly clench her heart. The woman's hands were covered by simple white gloves, but in her left hand was a dangerously sharp knife, clean of any rust or show of age. And it would seem the women had seen her eyes glance at the knife in her hand, and her smile grew so much more real.

"What is your name, dear? I like to know the names of my le gibier." She said, twirling the knife around in her fingers with ease. She could feel beads of sweat already forming on her body, even if the room was rather cool. The worst part was how the woman didn't seem to mind waiting, as she simply leaned onto the ajar door, cold gold eyes locked on Leans now slightly trembling form.

"W-Who are y-" She stopped speaking, however, when she suddenly found the tip of a knife near her left eye, and after a second a loud squeal left her lips as she jumped back, hitting the wall with the back of her head. The woman's eyes changed into what must have been irritation while she tilted her head, a frown on her lips.

"I believe I asked you a question, chère." She said with a cold stillness in her voice. Lena gulped, her hand reached up to clench her throbbing chest, heart running a mile a minute.

"L-Lena Oxton." She stuttered out, eyes still locked onto the knife in the woman's hand, now glinting in the moonlight shining in from her window. The frown on the women's lips turned into a smile that could only be labeled sickly sweet and her eyes finally showed a form of emotion, sadistic glee.

"There, was that so hard?" She hummed while placing a knee on the bed, making it give a light creak while Lean felt her heart picking up some more. Then she moved faster than Lena could blink and she found the woman's face inches from her own and a stinging pain in her shoulder. The tip of the knife had dipped into her soft pale skin, and a bead of crimson fluid started to slowly run down her arm.

A hiss left Lena's lips as the pain finally registered, and she did what first came to mind. Pulling her head back until it was touching the wall, she caught her would be killer in the head with her own, a thud able to be heard between the two. The Blue Woman let out a surprised gasp as she reeled back, falling off the bed and onto the floor. Now nursing a bruise that would no doubt make itself known later, she quickly jumped off her bed and ran out of her room, slamming the door behind her.

Her eyes quickly locked onto the large window at the end of her living room, and she started to run towards it, and faster once she heard the sound of the door behind her slamming open. She stopped for only a moment, working on the latch lock that held the window close. Once it was open, she grabbed the ledge to open it, only to feel a hand grab her roughly by her spiky brown hair and she was thrown back.

Her back landed on her coffee table and she felt the air rush out from her lungs as the blue skinned woman slammed a knee into her chest. She barely moved her head in time before she heard a loud thunk, a pretty looking blade now embedded where her face had just been, and instead sliced through her ear, a yelp leaving her lips.

"Bloody hell!" She screamed, both in fear and to hopefully wake a neighbor. She then grabbed the woman by the leg she had on her chest and pushed her off, causing her to let out a grunt while Lena jumped off the table and ran towards the fire escape. Throwing the window open she climbed out, the night quiet around her.

Panting she started to run down stair after stair, her heart feeling like it might burst with how fast it was beating. And it almost did burst when she heard another set of footsteps on the metal escape, twice as fast as her. Her mind was running a mile a minute and she swore she could feel that blade on the nape of her neck.

Finally, she reached the ladder and, throwing all logical reason through the window, jumped from the last platform of the fire escape. And she felt a few locks of her hair get cut off as the mad woman took a swipe at her.

"Fille naïve!" She heard the woman yell down at her, and she finally hit the ground and thanked her lucky stars as her legs seemed intact though the pain in her ankle did not bode well. Ignoring all that she started to run as fast as she could, and basked in the light of King's Row, running across the street and towards the other side of the road.

Once there she turned around, her heart pounding in her chest while she breathed in the cool air. She saw the blue woman looking at her from the alley, golden eyes wide and mouth open in what looked like genuine shock. Then that shock morphed into a large smile while slipping the knife into her pants pocket.

She gave Lena a small wave before she walked out of the alley and down the sidewalk as if she was just a late night stroller. Lena stood there for a minute, almost rooted to the spot, and that was when the pain started in her chest, and she let out a quiet gasp as she fell to her knee's, hand over her erratically beating heart.

And that was when she let her eyes close so she could finally get some rest.