Prologue
"Damian, you're really slacking on this! I mean, you promised that when we moved in together, you'd contribute to the cleaning, cooking and maintenance," Emily complained, her voice echoing throughout the house.
Damian sighed with exasperation. Emily was the most beautiful, thoughtful, sexy and athletic woman he had ever met, but she was sadly seeming to lose her charm. He briefly wondered whether moving in together was a good idea. He brisked downstairs and snuck up behind her, twining his arms around her petite frame. "Don't worry about it," he murmured into her ear, motioning towards the leak that dripped profusely.
She sighed and leaned into him,"I'll stop worrying when you fix it," she replied stubbornly, removing his arms and trudging upstairs to tidy their room. He grimaced and retreated to the garage to fetch the tool kit when the door bell rang repeatedly. He jogged back inside and rushed forward to open the door but slid to a stop as Emily bounced forward, her fingers twisting the knob and opening the door. She gasped in surprise as the stranger waiting outside pushed her aside and rushed in, their face partially obscured by a blood-stained scarf wrapped around the lower half of their face.
"What the hell?" Damian shouted, leaping back as the stranger rushed forward quickly, followed by four mean wearing weird red clothing. The stranger was dressed in odd clothing, something old-fashioned from a different era and a different country. He rushed forward to protect Emily as the four men in red pulled out swords. The stranger was draped in white cloth that barely concealed the man's clothing underneath. As one of the men advanced forward, the stranger pulled out a dagger and ran towards him, pivoted around him, instantly stabbing him in the back of the neck.
Damian rushed Emily upstairs and lunged for the phone but the stranger jumped forward at the same time, slicing the air in front of him and blocking his way. He narrowly avoided the blade and scrambled back. One of the other men stabbed at the stranger and cut the scarf. It fell to the floor lightly, exposing the stranger's face. Damian gaped in shock. It was a woman.
"Figlio d'un cane!" She cursed at the man, leaning forward and efficiently slitting his throat with a hasty slice. The remaining two men spread apart on both of her sides, they feinted and she jerked forward a bit, trying not to be fooled but anticipating any actual attack. Finally, both attacked at once and she ducked down, whipping one leg out and tripped the first man. He tumbled over and she whipped out a small blade from her boot and threw it at him. It whizzed towards him and into his chest, blood spraying out. She rolled to the side and pushed herself up. Her eyes narrowed in amusement as the last man's eyes flickered with fear and rushed forward to attack. She parried easily and twisted the sword out of his hand, it falling to the tile with a clatter. He yelped in defeat as she proceeded forward and killed him simply by rushing behind him and snapping his neck over her shoulder. She stood triumphantly, her snow white cloth tainted with blood.
"Damian!" Emily's voice wailed as she slid downstairs and glanced at the dead bodies and blood. With a shriek, she crumpled to the floor, unconsious. The woman spat in her direction, "Weak woman," she scowled, wiping her dagger off on her knee and turning to Damian. She leaned nonchalantly against the counter and pulled back her hood. "You gonna clean this up?" she challenged, waving her hand forward towards the mess.
"Are you crazy?" Damian shouted, zooming over to Emily and sitting her up against the couch. "Who the hell are you!" he demanded, frantically trying to shake her awake.
"Calma, codardo," she breathed, shrugging off the white cloth to reveal bright, extravagent clothes that belonged to men. Damian glared at her with fear and curiousity. He gaze wandered to the phone and she grinned seductively, strutting forward and cutting the phone line. "No need to go and call the authorities, eh?" She walked closer to him.
"Get away from me!" Damian barked, positioning himself over Emily. His tousled brown hair was sticking up in odd places, giving him the mild effect of a mad man.
"Don't worry, cimice, she's not worthy of my blade," She grinned and crouched down, her amber eyes evaluating him. "What's your name?" She asked curiously, raising a brow in faint approval. She was stunningly beautiful, but attractiveness was not a thing to ponder about at the moment.
"I should be asking YOU that," he retorted, gaining a bit of courage. He stood up defiantly and looked down on her.
"Careful now," she laughed, running a hand through her auburn curls, "I'm the one with weapon remember? Unless," She paused and stepped closer, looking up at him with a enchanting expression. She pushed up against him and he realized with embarassment that under her clothes lingered the body of a woman. He stepped hesitantly back and she inched forward, pressing him into the wall. He gulped, feeling pitifully vulnerable. She pushed him into the wall with her body and continued, "Unless, you're willing to use your weapon?"
Damian blinked, confused. A moment passed before he caught her drift. He pushed her away roughly. "Get the hell out of my house," he warned, going back over to Emily. His heart pounded, his didn't like the chances of risking a fight with her.
"Hmph. I'm surprised you turned me down. Let me start over. My name is Aurora, and yours?" She smiled enticingly down at him.
Damian shook his head and stuttered, "Look, I don't know who you are, but you need to get out. Turn yourself in. You just murdered four men in my house!" He shook slightly and briefly wondered why he didn't sprint for the phone now.
Aurora laughed, her auburn curls bouncing. "And what the hell are the authorities supposed to do?" she scoffed, "Lock me up? I just took on four men, and that's after I killed many before that and haven't gotten sleep for 3 days." She raised a brow at him and waited for his reply.
Damian sighed with relief as Emily came to. She groaned and rubbed her bruised head, "Wha? What happened?" She babbled groggily, sitting up straighter. She spotted Aurora and jerked away, "Y-you! Get away from me! I'll call the cops on you!" She struggled to get up but fell back down. Damian stroked her hair reassuringly.
"Oh please," she grinned at Emily, bending down and leaning close, "You really think I'm afraid of them, let alone you? Your're just a scrawny little house wife. Oh, excuse me, I don't mean to say that. He's your brother, is he not?"
"You bitch," Emily muttered, her glare icy.
"Back to you, putanna "
"Hey, stop!" Damian stood up and slapped Aurora. She gasped and lifted her hand to her cheek. "You don't insult my woman!"
Aurora turned to look at him, her eyes wide. She gaped at him then smiled deviously, "You know, you really shouldn't have done that." Then she lunged at him.
Mk! (: End of Proglogue, whatdya think? I worked kinda hard on the fight scene, it's harder than i thought to describe... ;P oh well. Review!