Lavigne and Izabelle
The girls gave a giddy laugh and continued their conversations. "So who's the target sister? Izabella asked in a hush whispering voice. Lavigne smiled deviously and with a waggle of her eyebrows whispered a name.
"Caorte." She whispered as quite as a mouse. Lavigne's eyes glowed weird colours as if her eyes were blushing. She was excited and she loved her job but the best part of it was working with her sister. Their pair tatic never changed. Izabelle would flirt and tease their way into the home the two girls shared and then on single Lavigne's knives flew to the neck and Izabelle would claim his soul whilst they bled away. It was twisted and didn't sit well with the light hearted but the girls were made of iron or should you say diamond? Diamonds are stronger then iron.
The girls gave the other a knowing smile their minds razor sharp like a diamond. "Let's work this bi___" Izabelle chuckled. The girls downed the last acid burning whiskey and dropped the glasses on the bar and with a sarcastic but echoing goodbye marched out the bar linked at the arm. Lavigne led the chase though ushering Izabelle through alleys and streets until they were in an alley spying on a man trading suspiciously under a street lamp.
Izabelle hitched her skirt and then when the second man walked away she strutted out into the street. The man- Daemon Carote looked at her with amusment and met her half way up the path. "Well what do we have here?" He asked in a creepily off putting voice.
"A girl and a boy.." She said stepping a little closer closing the small space between them.
"Why don't you come with me?" He asked suggestively.
"Or you could come with me." She wasn't asking a question and the fool of a man followed her through the streets.
Lavigne followed in the distance watching their every move with the occasional gag.
When they got to the house the man was on Izabelle in a split second pushing her into the wall. Just as his greedy hands got busy Lavigne's hand flicked and the man's eyes rolled as he fell. Izabelle pushed the body off her in disgust...That guy had almost got...She shivered and then placing a finger on his lips drained everything away her eyes closing in pleasure. She was like a demon...but worse. She wasn't doing it for a master...she was doing it for entertainment and Demons only did it as duty.
"That guy was a pri___" Izabelle muttered stepping away. The girls picked up the body and dragged it into the garden and then threw it over the fence and followed after it.
They walked about half a mile then they dumped the body on the floor and Izabelle tossed a lighter behind their turned bodies and the body began to crack and smoke. The girls raised their hands to meet the others in an an echoing high-five that didn't even require a glance. The girls had been doing this too long. They were too in sync and too...comfortable?
"Ok...we rushed that a bit too much..." Lavigne complained a few minutes later.
"Easy for you to day! You weren't pinned to a wall but a pervert." Izabelle snapped in reply. Lavigne giggled amused but even she'd admit that was probably the worst they had ever dealt with and they ahd dealt with some real ass-holes in their time. Dark eyed and bored the girls jogged the way back their hair floating behind them in fine glossy blankets reflecting the moon's stolen light as it beamed down on the back of their invisible frames. The girl's figures were a shadow of black amoungst a sky of dark purple and the only colour was the reflection of the moon on their hair and backs.
The girls gave a giddy laugh and continued their conversations. "So who's the target sister? Izabella asked in a hush whispering voice. Lavigne smiled deviously and with a waggle of her eyebrows whispered a name.
"Caorte." She whispered as quite as a mouse. Lavigne's eyes glowed weird colours as if her eyes were blushing. She was excited and she loved her job but the best part of it was working with her sister. Their pair tatic never changed. Izabelle would flirt and tease their way into the home the two girls shared and then on single Lavigne's knives flew to the neck and Izabelle would claim his soul whilst they bled away. It was twisted and didn't sit well with the light hearted but the girls were made of iron or should you say diamond? Diamonds are stronger then iron.
The girls gave the other a knowing smile their minds razor sharp like a diamond. "Let's work this bi___" Izabelle chuckled. The girls downed the last acid burning whiskey and dropped the glasses on the bar and with a sarcastic but echoing goodbye marched out the bar linked at the arm. Lavigne led the chase though ushering Izabelle through alleys and streets until they were in an alley spying on a man trading suspiciously under a street lamp.
Izabelle hitched her skirt and then when the second man walked away she strutted out into the street. The man- Daemon Carote looked at her with amusment and met her half way up the path. "Well what do we have here?" He asked in a creepily off putting voice.
"A girl and a boy.." She said stepping a little closer closing the small space between them.
"Why don't you come with me?" He asked suggestively.
"Or you could come with me." She wasn't asking a question and the fool of a man followed her through the streets.
Lavigne followed in the distance watching their every move with the occasional gag.
When they got to the house the man was on Izabelle in a split second pushing her into the wall. Just as his greedy hands got busy Lavigne's hand flicked and the man's eyes rolled as he fell. Izabelle pushed the body off her in disgust...That guy had almost got...She shivered and then placing a finger on his lips drained everything away her eyes closing in pleasure. She was like a demon...but worse. She wasn't doing it for a master...she was doing it for entertainment and Demons only did it as duty.
"That guy was a pri___" Izabelle muttered stepping away. The girls picked up the body and dragged it into the garden and then threw it over the fence and followed after it.
They walked about half a mile then they dumped the body on the floor and Izabelle tossed a lighter behind their turned bodies and the body began to crack and smoke. The girls raised their hands to meet the others in an an echoing high-five that didn't even require a glance. The girls had been doing this too long. They were too in sync and too...comfortable?
"Ok...we rushed that a bit too much..." Lavigne complained a few minutes later.
"Easy for you to day! You weren't pinned to a wall but a pervert." Izabelle snapped in reply. Lavigne giggled amused but even she'd admit that was probably the worst they had ever dealt with and they ahd dealt with some real ass-holes in their time. Dark eyed and bored the girls jogged the way back their hair floating behind them in fine glossy blankets reflecting the moon's stolen light as it beamed down on the back of their invisible frames. The girl's figures were a shadow of black amoungst a sky of dark purple and the only colour was the reflection of the moon on their hair and backs.