[Harsh]

Note: White are for others talking. Dark red is Eumie.


The sweet scent of the blood orchid wafted into the nose of its Watcher as she walked so gracefully down the streets of the beat down town. The chitter chatter along the streets were annoying enough-- rumors of this and legends of that swarming about, their words almost visible in the thick dust of smoke. She only wished to have stayed back within the castle but that place she called home was suffocating her, killing her although she was already half dead. Her hair flowed behind her as she walked by, the slight breeze brushing her pale cheeks, giving off a hint of pink where her cheek bones lie. The passer-byes brushed her shoulders, colliding into her, leaning against her and she hissed with every contact, every touch. Her eyes darted from one place to another as she watched the bodies wonder about, as they swayed in their drunken state or their sing-song laughter surrounding them. It disgusted her, how filthy these humans were. There was a final collision of bodies with this female, Eumie and another male.

“Oh, excuse me lady.” He apologized half heartedly, bowing at her as she stopped to watch this thing act. Eumie hissed at the man but restrained from displaying her demonic k-nines from his view or anyone else’s. “Ooo! The lady might just bite!” He raised his voice quickly, slurring his words a bit. “Why don’t you just scurry on home and cook for your dear daddy.” The old man commanded, shooing away Eumie with his left hand and turning to take about his way. Eumie grew furious at the act and followed him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him quickly. “Hey! Hey! What is this about! Get your crummy hands off, street girly!”

“Oh, as you wish.” Eumie replied with a playful tone.

Her grip on the man’s shoulder grew firm and he looked at her oddly, starting to feel pain spread through his bone. His instincts told him to pull away after a while but Eumie merely gripped harder. Looking down at her hand, he watched as her nails grew in length, his eyes unbelieving and in shock. As her nails dug into his shoulder the man pulled away causing Eumie to rip his sleeve off and revealing what she could do. His shoulder was the color of purple and black against his pale colored skin, spreading slowly towards his neck and chest.

“Old man, you should know when to hold your tongue.” Eumie advised as she picked him up by the collar and threw him against a building, causing commotion. Commoners and street walkers all stopped to watch the ruckus and pointed. Some laughed at the old man and some fearing the woman, fearing who she could be. The old man tried to stand from his condition but only fallen in his attempt as Eumie walked up to him, grabbing his collar again, helping him up off the ground to face her. Eumie’s grin grew as with this, her demonic fangs were out on display for the man only. He squirmed in her grip and started to kick the wall behind him in fear for his life.

“HEY! Go someplace else if you want to start a brawl” Another man yelled from the door of the building. Apparently he was one of the workers, if not the owner of the place. “Scums causing trouble…” The man mumbled as he walked back in to go back to work.

“You’re lucky, old man.” Eumie hissed and let out a snap of her teeth to make the man flinch. She threw him to the crowd as they started to disperse from the action ending without anything interesting.

Eumie then looked up at the building sign which indicated that it was a tavern. She walked in and as she opened the door the sudden brush of smoke and hot air hit her face. A mere ‘Hmph’ escaped her lips as she walked in and took a seat at a small table. She looked around, the poorly lighted place gave her eyes some rest and her vision became so much sharper. She watched the men drinking and talking, smoking and laughing which she grunted at. Her interests in humans were of little and took on to another item which was the tavern itself. It was small, cozy suppose and had one flight of steps which most likely let up to the rooms. It was just a few yards in front of her table and the bar was to her left. There was a tap on her shoulder and when she looked up, it was a waitress who dressed in a skimpy outfit for the men.

“What can I getcha?” She asked as she chewed her gum in a repulsive manner.

“Whatever is good here.” Eumie replied with a low tone, just enough for the girl to hear.

“Com’n right up!” She answered, walking away to the bar and retrieving her order. Eumie sat at rest, watching, waiting for something to happen.