Thread: [Cheshire]Tool of Destruction[Snow]

It hit. Out of all her rotten luck at least the dagger hit. At the very least the pain would leave him with a horrible limp that would have made it impossible for her to catch er before she left the den and once she was out of there he wouldn't be finding her again. She would have smiled had she not been so frightened. She heard his threat, at least it sounded threatening, and she would have been scared had she not been so close to the door that she could smell the forest. She reached her hand out to help her scramble up the hole only to be jerked back before her fingers even brushed the threshold. The man had grabbed her hair and lifted her by it. The child cried out and thrashed in her grip, kicking him with her legs and trying to pry her hair out of his hands. She continued her struggles until she saw the gleam of the dagger near her cheek. It was then that she realized how close he was really holding her. She was at eye level, their faces so close together he may as well have been kissing her. At least then she wouldn't have to look into his eyes, glowing red eyes. He isn't human. Her mind whispered, as if she hadn't managed to figure it out before. The girl winced when he brought the dagger across her cheek, lightly, just barely deep enough to draw any blood. She didn't like this, everything was going horribly wrong and now he was just toying with her. The way he whispered into her ear, how he licked up her blood. She shuddered. She didn't like hearing that she tasted sweet. That was in no way compliment, it just meant that he would want more. Feeling the dagger trailing down her neck, after his next threat she wished that tasty blood could have been the worst of it. I-I'm ju- Just a little girl. That was what she wanted to say... but she stopped herself. She felt the dagger at the back of her neck. The child sniffled, blinking back tears and knowing she would have to come clean and pray he would at least kill her quickly. However, being so close to him gave her the chance to smell him. Her fear hadn't allowed her to process the scent but now she couldn't ignore it. She wished she had bothered to try and figure something out about the creature she was stealing from, tried o pinpoint what the room smelled like. If she had she would have known better. There isn't a thing alive that doesn't know better then to steal from a vampire. Cold, heartless knock offs, without a soul or any emotion, he would kill her on the spot, likely do worse. That was what she had been taught about vampires. He had her by the hair with a dagger to the back of her neck, she wouldn't be able to change into something fast enough to do anything but get herself killed. With no other options she decided that if she was going to die she wanted to do it as what she really was. The girl closed her eyes and took in a deep breath as she began to change. In his hands her hair darkened, turning from the dirty, blond hair that it was to a clean, silk like copper color. Her tan skin paled, becoming more of a milky tone, as she grew taller her ears grew slightly, turning to a small point, not quite elf like but enough to be clear she was not human. Her tattered, dirty dress turned into a dark jacket, a white blouse tucked into black, form fitting pants, worn looking black shoes adorned her feet. To her dismay her natural height was not tall enough and she was still dangling by her hair. It the man had not figured out what she was he would know the moment she opened her eyes. The brown eyes were gone, now it looked as though her irises could have been made of solid gold. This girl was a shapeshifter, the last one alive, and now she was at the mercy of a vampire.