England, 1799
A lone figure wandered the streets, her strange white garb cutting through the night like a knife as she walked briskly down the center of the road. Curious eyes peeked out from nearby buildings as she met a similarly clothed man at an intersection.
"Is it ready?" she questioned. He just looked at her, his irises fading from blue to black. Comprehension dawned on her face as she backed away and drew her sword. 'Shit' she thought. The man before her started to writhe and squirm, his skin peeling back to reveal a hideous monster beneath. His arms lengthened and popped as his fingers retracted into claws.
"Oh "I'm ready", he replied, grinning menacingly.
England, 1899
The horse and carriage traveled swiftly through the snow, cutting a wide path through the misty forest. Midnight was approaching fast, as was its destination. On the outskirts of a town, the carriage slowed to a halt, the horses panting for breath. The carriage door swung open and boot emerged from the darkness inside. The woman made an impressive entrance by stepping on the wheel and flipping off. Her male counterpart sighed. "Must you always show off? You know, stuff like that is what gets you killed in battle," he stated confidently.
"As if you'd know," she snorted. "The closest you've been to battle is a picture of it." He didn't respond.
"Where is he, he's supposed to be here by now," she demanded. The woman paced impatiently back and forth until the muffled sound of boots was heard in the distance, gradually growing louder.
"'bout freakin' time," she growled. "The asshole probably stopped for a quick lay." The man scolded her.
"Tsk, tsk," he said. "Such language, and from a lady no less. No wonder you don't have a guy." She turned to glare at him but her eyes caught the moving figures coming gradually closer.
"Oh shit," she whispered.
"Yes, that's right. No man…," he trailed off.
6 men cut an impressive path along the street, their strides purposeful and their gazes intent. One cackled madly as it raised a bow and let loose the arrow. The woman's body twisted with the impact as she clattered to the ground. The man looked horrified at her lifeless body and the last thing he saw were her violet eyes, staring forever in the sleep of death.
"Savvy," he moaned.