The night air of the docks beckoned them like moths to flames as they disembarked from their ship. No guards? No law? PISH! No problems. Such masters of fate, lords of the winds of change, agents of destiny.
What they were ultimately destined to be...was free range rat shit.
Their old 'friend', that dwarf - Varric - greeted them... (SO, GOT OUT DID HE? FUCK! they owed him gold.) said they should go to the evening show, and check out this 'salacious' (him and his big words, all he ever fucked was that fucking crossbow, the twit - big words, no play) exotic girl. He assured them there was no way anyone would notice them... not while SHE was 'dancing'. So they had and were happy for it. Maker what a salacious body(it does fit... for a big word - still... looser!)
She left the festival... alone.
SWEET!
They followed some ten yards behind, keeping her in reach of 'Mouse', their fastest runner. Oh, the fun they were gonna have...
She glanced back as she turned a corner.
(Rabbits in a lion's den.)
Mouse sprinted up to catch her... no more games.
A thud? (no doubt the sweet sound of Mouse subduing that fine body! PARTY TIME!)
They strode up, turned the corner, and looked upon their fine piece of... silk.
Her silk scarf; but no girl... and no Mouse. In fact, no anything, and no other people in this residential neighborhood... at all. They suddenly missed the law.
They froze... in sudden darkness (Where're the torches? They were lit a second ago. Weren't they?)
...You know you're scared when you can hear your heart beating, and little else, except wind. Then...
The soft tickle of her silk dress as it drifted by their feet, and the soft sound of her voice as she - from above, behind, nowhere, out of the darkness - began singing.
They moved... slowly.
"Mouse?" one called.
"Mouse?," Her voice responded from... everywhere, "was that his name? Sure loved his lyrium."
"WAS? WHAT ARE YOU?" another asked, dagger drawn.
"A girl who likes to be asked before being touched. Would you like a memento of your grabby little mouse? How about his teeth?"
They ran. (a First good decision they made all night... it would be the last.)
The last three out of the alley they all ran through almost made it out to the dock entrance... when Mouse caught up with them; well, his head did. Not a drop of blood on - or in it.
Terror gripped them, then she did. They tried to scream... tried to... anything.
Four others charged for a warehouse door - fell through it when it gave, and were instantly entangled in a fishing net, and fell into the shipping boat channel. Panic is fun... to its cause.
"I have a question, you charming lads can answer," she sighed.
"What?" An albino dwarf asked, panicked, "I'll tell you anything you want to know!"
"I know you will," she giggled "same way mouse just did."
"Come out and show yourself bi...!" One at the furthest point toward the docks tried to say.
Two huge, long, thin giant spider's arms cut off his words, through his throat, before snatching him up.
They backed further toward the docks. Their boat...
"Darren?" She laughed, "says goodbye; your next... Red."
The second body dropped to the ground... again... no blood.
"I'm bored," she hissed, "let's get to know more about each other...Boys" she strutted up to them, naked...But for the blood of their friends.
They still stared at her beautiful, naked, blood-drenched body, till she smiled: dagger teeth, like a mini gapping dragon's maw, greeted them. Men can often put even babes to shame with their shrieking... when terror grips them.
The dwarf raced ahead as the sounds of his men being torn to pieces followed after him. His biggest, a sturdy built Qunari turned as he heard her whistling...And not a sound more.
That fight lasted three seconds. Not one blow felled. Did any fight her?
"Hello," she whispered in the dwarf's ear, just as he stepped on the walkway to his boat, "WHITEY"
"Lilith, I presume?" he whispered back, "Heard you never left Ferelden... and that you were fifty."
"I've heard I was a redhead. You have no idea how much you have pissed me off... Do you?"
"Couldn't tell. Hehehe. I have never been able to find good help with anything... least of all with lyrium addicts. Big surprise!"
She didn't laugh.
"Fuck. Look, I made a few errors in judgment. I had nothing to do with what THESE assholes were thinking. I was involved with proliferation regarding the sale and distrib..." Famous last words these were not.
...
She sank her teeth into his neck and drained him dry.
When she finished, she dropped his carcass to the planks of the dock.
"Handy if messy talent you have there Lil. Reading minds through drinking blood. Anything useful?" Varric asked as he pulled one of his bolts out of a stray rogue.
"He wasn't in charge, just a freelance organizer involved in lyrium, and alchemic distribution," she sighed as she wiped the blood from her full lips, and smeared the blood on her over her nude form, "They were all hired and shipped out to a deep road dig in northern Ferelden; the one that got them together is at a party, high up in the societal strata. I need an invitation to get close enough to find him. Not even this one knew him. I know someone inside. I just have to contact him."
"Killing ain't an option, not in Hightown," her former elven lover said as he cleaned the dock of bodies.
"GETTING CAUGHT killing isn't an option," she corrected, "Relax. Once we find this guy..."
"What if he's this seer? OR SHE?" The Ferelden asked, cutting the snare holding another rogue who tried to escape.
"Then he - or she - wanted them dead," she sighed, "and if they want to stay, and play with me, I'm in for a fun night of either being fucked with by them mentally, or having to play tongue tag with everyone in that room; just to find out they haven't stayed. I might not even get anywhere. I might not even be their type. I think if they knew who I am, they'd have dealt with me by now if I'm not part of their plan. I've got to try. This person could just be a high-born degenerate like this lot with no gift beyond gold, and good timing. But let us at least find out."
"You think way too much, for someone who wears that much perfume. Pish... I wish I was deaf, as well as blind. That said, I gotta say, you do sound pretty fine." An old blind beggar remarked.
"Thanks," she sighed.