Enemies TAG: Samiel

I sat at my vanity table beautiful in black velvet applying kohl to my eyes. A knock sounded at the door. "Come in!" I called.

In came one of the mortals I'd hired to work in the casino...at least until I could find something a tad more to my taste. A tad more...supernatural. A young man came in - my assistant come receptionist. What did he want now?

"Someone's here to see you" he said staring at me. Let him stare I thought - I am beautiful after all. This thought brought a smile to my lips. "Let them in then." I replied lazily.

After the man had left another one entered. A tall, muscular man in a black trench coat that just oozed self-confidance and power.

I hissed at the sight of the slight bulges under the coat. An executioner.

The executioner stood there as the mortal closed the door. I really need some guards I mused.

The moment my assistant had closed the door the executioner ripped open his trench coat revealing a large silver blade. Pretty I thought. Then he attacked.

As he lunged forward with his unsheathed blade, I lunged backwards hissing at him. Now really why couldn't the nasty things wait until I had some followers so we could play with him? Oh well...our loss. I'll just have to kill him and be done with it.

As he tried to regain his balance I lunged forwards and unsheathed my dagger from its thigh sheathe. However, before either of us could even move to continue the fun the doors banged open.

What now? More of them? "You're not as cocky as I thought" I told the executioner.

"So who the hell are you?" I asked the new guy without taking my eyes off of the executioner before me.

I burst through the door. How would I do this? How would this one die? My mind ran wild, I hadn't planned it as well as I should have.

I looked upon my victim, my last subject. His eyes, colder than the last one I butchered. I slowly and calmly lifted my arm to reach for my axe, sheathed on my back. I noticed that his attention wasn't entirely focused on me, but it didn't matter, he was going to die all the same, it didn't even matter how I was going to do it, this was it. I pulled the large axe from my sheathe and slowly lifted it high above my head. Ironic really, looks like I'm the executioner now.No trial, no last rights, no escape.

"OI! I asked who the hell you are? And why the fuck are you in my office of my freaking casino?" I yelled at the new guy - honestly - what happened to all the nice polite gentlemen?

Then again....he did have a rather nice looking axe raised. I sniffed...hmmm...this is better than I thought - a were-panther. My favourite.

"Awww...would you look at that - the hunter becomes the hunted." I said to the executioner with a smile on my face. His eyes widened in shock...or maybe it was fear. He spun around to face the panther.

Oh yay - I stood back and decided to watch the show.