Bloody.....Roses?
She walked down the street, gloved hands shoved into her coat. Silver and golden curls flowing down her shoulders.
Her unnaturally green catlike eyes scanning the street and her brows frowning at what she saw. Before her a man slapped his young daughter.
Looks like somebody will not be missed the woman thought as she walked towards them, lost in the maze that was her mind-
Flashback
My father always beat me. Well, he did have a reason. I was a slayer, he was a watcher. And I was to be perfect. I lived in London. In a very small house. And next to a graveyard.
Oh, I was the best. But then again, I also was an abnormality. Even to slayers. I was very young when I got chosen, 8 to be exact.
It was the year 1920, and I had just turned 19, when I first met him. A vampire. Not that that was unusual, but he was strong, stronger then most of them. He was also tired, and didn't want to fight. I thought that it would make the whole deal easier. I was wrong.
End of flashback
the couple was oblivious to her. Still to engrossed in their own doings.
well then, let the fun and games begin.
should I write more?