Snippet #1577286

The old woman hissed and moaned from her perch on the roof, battered and bruised from the attacks she had received.

"Mistress!" she spat. "Let me kill them! They're hurting me!"

No. Let them hurt you. You deserve to die, you fool. You let them discover the tender, succulent children you were preparing for my feast, and now I will go hungry because of you.

"Please, Mistress!" the woman whined. "It wasn't Tessa's fault, she's a good servant, loyal and faithful, yes. Let me kill them, and you can have their blood, and I will find you more children, yes I will."

More children? Very well then... but I shall not assist you in this. If they kill you, good riddance. Take the shapeshifter first. Her blood is rich and full of wild beast magic, it will strengthen me. The healer is full of light and holy power. I don't want her blood, let it spill to the ground and let the dogs have it.

The old woman grinned, a smile of death distorting her face hideously. "Dinner time!" she screeched. From her dress she pulled a couple of serrated daggers and wielded one in each hand. Leaping from the roof, she sped towards Alyss with her teeth bared, claws ready and blades glinting, raised to strike. When she reached the shapeshifter, she slashed at her with the twin knives while simultaneously lunging with her fanged mouth.