Bloody
He was here. The friend of Sean's. I wonder if he's still up. Probably not, he did say he was going to bed when Emily left. But she was asleep now, and I wanna explore.
I moved through the door and heard whispering. In the instant it took me to turn my head towards the living room, my knife was in my hand and about to open. I crept towards the living room, the switchblade coming smoothly out of its handle. I definitely heard whispering.
When I reached the room, however, I realized that of the two voices whispering, one was Sean. The other was close to him. The friend. What was his name again?
Mark. Hello, Mark, it's lovely to meet you, considering you are the second person to know about me. Except for Emily, and she doesn't count.
Mark was big. That was my first impression. He was a couple inches taller than Sean, but while Sean was slight and slightly elvish, Mark was broad-shouldered and well-muscled. He looked like he could pound me into the ground. Not without getting stabbed, of course, but he was still intimidating. And the black hair did not help.
Making myself visible, I let Mark see me put my knife away. "I thought you'd be asleep."
"Yeah, me too," Mark replied, looking a little more than mildly disturbed.
"Mark," said Sean, "this is Bloody. Bloody, this is Mark."
"Pleasure," I said calmly. I chuckled as Mark extended his hand. "I would, Mark, but I can't." I reached out and allowed Mark to try and shake it, but his fingers closed around what felt like empty space. He frowned, confused.
I laughed then. I laughed at this Mark, with his deep voice and black hair. I laughed at his muscles and his height. I laughed at his expression, confused and scared. I laughed because this guy just radiated danger, and he was terrified.
Of me. Of my knife. Of my name.
So I laughed. And then I vanished, leaving them with an echo of my laugh as I went to see the play just down the street. Romeo and Juliet. And oh, my God, Mercutio was fucking brilliant.