darkSpyro

Quote: Vincentkoopa

OOC: Good night. :3

"No, nothing." Zenneth replied. "Let's go have that fun we talked about."

"Are...are you sure?" Lillith asked, clearly worried about him.

"Alright..." Lillith didn't seem convinced, but she got up and grabbed her umbrella anyway. She held out her hand to Zenneth. "Come on. Let's go to the house where the fun begins."

Lillith led him outside and pulled him down the road, leading to a very old looking house right at the end of the long road.

"It belongs to this really annoying rich guy." Lillith tightened her grip on her umbrella and Zenneth's hand. "He deserves to die," she muttered darkly.

"I've tried many times to kill this guy." Lillith murmured, leaning against the house gate. "I got caught by him the first time, and then he ordered a very skilled fighter, who is also his slave. And I've tried many times, but I can't defeat him." She paused. "The reason I want to kill this guy is that he has made fun of me for the past few years of my life. He's called me names, tripped me up, broke my only left possessions, except for my umbrella. He needs to die." She said darkly.

Lillith looked up at Zenneth thankfully. "Thanks. But be careful. His slave is very skilled at fighting." She jumped over the gate. "Now, let's look for a way in." She crept along the side of the house.

"Ah! The window!" Lillith spotted a window left slightly open. She ran over and slowly pulled it out, so it was wide enough for her and Zenneth to get through and into the house.
Lillith jumped up and climbed in, glancing at the darkening sky. "It's getting dark. Good." She grinned.

Lillith stayed behind a pot plant.
As soon as Zenneth came through the window, the dark velvet curtains swished across the window, blocking out the light. The house was very dark. They were standing in a very dark hallway, with only a few candles lit along the walls.
"Let's go..." Lillith whispered, slowly walking down the hallway.

Suddenly, a door opened. A young man walked out, dressed in a suit. He turned, seeing Lillith and dark stranger behind her. He gave a little jump, surprised, but then smiled. "Ah, Lillith...and someone else," he said. "What a pleasure to see you again."
"Shut up!" Lillith cried angrily.
"I guess you are here to try and kill me again. Well then." He clicked his fingers and then walked off down the hallway, disappearing into the darkness.
Lillith was about to run after him when suddenly a person dropped down from the ceiling.
Lillith screamed and jumped back as the person stood up. It was another young man, who was wearing black clothes, making him almost blend into the darkness. He said nothing but grinned at Lillith.

Quote: Vincentkoopa

Zenneth stood in front if Lillith and motioned for her to chase after the man. He took out two daggers and held them firmly with growing excitement. "Your crimson blood shall slake my thirst." Zenneth said menacingly.

"Oh look at that. You have a bodyguard." The man grinned, but kept his focus on Zenneth.
"Be careful," Lillith whispered to Zenneth before slipping past the slave/fighter and running down the hallway to chase after the rich man.
The slave tilted his head at Zenneth. "Who will make the first move, I wonder."

"I don't think so." The slave grinned and lunged forward, aiming a punch at Zenneth's face.

Lillith ran down the dark hallway, pretty much wrenching every door of their hinges, looking for the rich man. The one she wanted to kill so badly.

The slave quickly jumped back, doing a backflip and landing perfectly. He suddenly jumped up, flipped again and landed behind Zenneth, about to kick him in the back.

The slave dodged the first dagger, aimed at his throat, but couldn't dodge the second one. The daggeer plunged into his chest and the slave gasped, and quickly stumbled back, clasping his hands over where he was stabbed. He looked up at Zenneth. "You're not half bad, bodyguard," he murmured. The slave suddenly jumped...but didn't land. It was like he had vanished into the darkness of the hallway. Was he still there, or had he retreated?

The slave chuckled, revealing that he was still in the hallway, but he was on the ceiling. He dropped down from the ceiling, kicking Zenneth in the head.

"Ah!" The slave dropped to the floor also. "You're better than I thought." he murmured, grinning. He jumped up, but took a few steps back.

The slave dodged some of them and got hit by some of them. He jumped up onto the ceiling again.

The slave crawled along the ceiling, but got hit by more daggers and fell to the floor, groaning.

Lillith had reached the last door in the dark hallway and wrenched it open, seeing the rich man sitting in a fancy-looking leather chair. He looked up, surprised. He jumped up. "My slave was supposed to stop you!" he cried.

The slave struggled to get up. "Get off me!" he hissed.

"My friend is taking care of that." Lillith said, reaching into her dress pocket, wondering whether or not to use the knife. She ran towards the rich man, but he suddenly pulled out a gun and aimed it at her. The first bullet he shot missed, on purpose.
Lillith screamed, jumping back.
The rich man aimed the gun at her and grinned. "Where's your bodyguard now?"

The slave was left in pain.

Lillith growled.
"Don't take a step closer," the rich man said, stepping around his desk and leaning back against it. "Or I'll shoot."
"I will kill you." Lillith muttered darkly.