silver night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
She was hard but from the outside in, that is to say she had a hard look about her beauty. At the age of 23 she should have been flawless; her long red hair fell into a leather belted braid down her back, high cheek bones show cased bright green eyes heavily lashed and perfectly shaped while a lush plump mouth seldom spoke harsh words in public. But there was something dangerous when you looked at her, even her slender figure and ample bosom couldn’t belie her true nature. It was etched in the way she moved as though she was prowling, and in the way she carefully scanned a room for trouble. And that was also how she got away with so much, women feared her and men were subconsciously intrigued by her killer nature seemingly unbreakable spirit. No one knew or could ever know how soft and vulnerable she could be inside. She felt that vulnerability tonight. Her kill had been a mere boy of no more than 17 years, and no matter the unspeakable crimes they had committed they all looked the same after she took their lives; young, innocent, dead.
She quickly cleaned her knives and sheathed them and walked away knowing that death would be her only husband, pain her only lover. Later she would be comforted by the fact that justice had been had at her hand, but not now not when the pain was so fresh in her mind mingled with his screams. So absorbed in her thoughts she was that she didn’t notice the presence lurking in the shadows. He shook his head admiring her work but irritated that she had nixed his mark. He’d have to teach his old friend a lesson, he thought grinning to himself, and he loved tasseling with the little hellcat…

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silver night

Submitted: December 24, 2011

She was hard but from the outside in, that is to say she had a hard look about her beauty. At the age of 23 she should have been flawless; her long red hair fell into a leather belted braid down her back, high cheek bones show cased bright green eyes heavily lashed and perfectly shaped while a lush plump mouth seldom spoke harsh words in public. But there was something dangerous when you looked at her, even her slender figure and ample bosom couldn’t belie her true nature. It was etched in the way she moved as though she was prowling, and in the way she carefully scanned a room for trouble. And that was also how she got away with so much, women feared her and men were subconsciously intrigued by her killer nature seemingly unbreakable spirit. No one knew or could ever know how soft and vulnerable she could be inside. She felt that vulnerability tonight. Her kill had been a mere boy of no more than 17 years, and no matter the unspeakable crimes they had committed they all looked the same after she took their lives; young, innocent, dead.
She quickly cleaned her knives and sheathed them and walked away knowing that death would be her only husband, pain her only lover. Later she would be comforted by the fact that justice had been had at her hand, but not now not when the pain was so fresh in her mind mingled with his screams. So absorbed in her thoughts she was that she didn’t notice the presence lurking in the shadows. He shook his head admiring her work but irritated that she had nixed his mark. He’d have to teach his old friend a lesson, he thought grinning to himself, and he loved tasseling with the little hellcat…

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