Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to the book or the movie but I enjoyed the movie too much I couldn't hold back showing some type of appreciation for it.
First encounter:
This was supposed to be the threat to his clan?
A pale, scrawny wisp of a thing. Dark-rimmed eyes, hollow cheeks. Standing there in the graveyard she didn't look too far from death herself. Maybe he should be sympathetic, what with her burying her father six feet under. Even the weather was showing proper respect with dark clouds and a heavy chill that weighed the air. The hired mourners veiled in all black and properly standing vigilant as the priest droned on.
Yet, the girl didn't cry. Not that he cared.
Her eyes, though perhaps a bit sleep deprived, were clear. Her hands steady as tossed a rose into the open grave. Her steps even paced as she moved towards an older grave, placing a second rose atop the tomb.
Granted he was perhaps too far away to see things properly. She had to be broken, a pampered city princess like her, how could she not be falling apart?
Robin leaned more heavily against the column, giving a huff. If this was the so-called threat then his people had nothing to worry about. Had it really been necessary to come this far?
Her head snapped in his direction.
His thoughts shut down, falling silent like a child who was talking about someone behind their back only to get caught. He didn't move, in that moment forgetting he was supposed to be the predator and feeling more like prey who was locked in a hunter's sight. Perhaps it was just because he was so far away but her eyes looked impossibly dark.
No reaction.
She blinked and her gaze slid away, as though he was inconsequential. As though her gaze hadn't been as potent as Medusa's. Suddenly Robin was able to replenish the air he hadn't even realized he was depriving himself of. Gritting his teeth he lunged away from the stone column. He'd seen enough. She was just a scrawny little thing with too dark eyes and surprisingly steady hands. But definitely no true threat.
Tossing a glance over his shoulder as he stalked off, he caught her looking up. Looking at where he had just been. But he was already disappearing into what shadows the day had to offer.
He'd done what he needed to do.
Now he needed to leave, legs pumping faster as a too pale face coupled with a too dark gaze lingered in his mind's eye.