Cremisi's Story
Cremisi sighed as her next victim cowered in the corner, praying and making the sign of the cross over and over again. She really didn't have time for this crap. As if this so called God was going to save him.
"You have been marked for death. Don't take it personal, it happens sometimes. Plus I happen to be in need of a paycheck. You have plenty to share, don't you?" she gave a cold smile.
"Take what you want! Just don't hurt me!" he gave a pathetic whimper, acting more like a child than a grown noble man
"You humans really are pathetic. Did you not hear me? I said you are marked for death. It isn't something you have control over. Honestly you just happened to be the closest rich guy to where I was at the moment" she lunged toward him, wanting to end this quickly. Her cat ears flattened to her head and her tail lashed as she snarled and dug her fangs into his throat before he could even scream in terror. She grinned as she felt his windpipe crush and clawed at his face, leaving deep slashes on either side. He stopped twitching almost immediately, blood running down his face and out of his mouth and eyes. She stepped back and licked her fangs, her tail waving as she admired her work.
"So frail, you humans are. So much blood and so easily broken skin. It's a shame really." She snatched a bag full of expensive but minor things from around the house. Nobles wouldn't even miss this stuff, but it did fetch a good price for the normal folks and the rats that lived on the streets. This would buy her a better outfit, maybe a small place to stay. She looked down at herself. She was wearing high quality trousers and riding boots, with a pretty dark greenish blue cotton shirt. Maybe not a new outfit then. She had that covered.
Cre's eyes darkened in longing a she looked back at the body of the man. The cat-demon in her wanted his soul very badly- almost painfully- but the half angel in her wouldn't allow it. She had found that out the hard way.
"Oh well. Can't have everything I suppose." She touched the bag of stolen items and it disappeared, sent back to her lair.
She walked right out the front door of the manor house. Nobody questioned her actions. She walked too confidently, and had an air of danger around her, but without her ears and tail out she was a nobody. Just the way it should be she thought to herself as she disappeared under the shadows of the London Bridge.