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The end is near.
Lorde was within the vicinity of the Honeymead, she had just done a run in the sewers – killing **** as she went through. Lorde liked to the get her hands dirty, it had become a necessity since she had come back from the realms. Her wife was back too – the woman has tenderly kissed her jaw in a welcome back and demanded the woman stay this time – she had opened herself up to the woman, telling her that she had gone crazy in her absence. Though even now Lorde missed Eilidh, but the woman was probably in the caverns killing shamans, and workers and hoarding the pretty emeralds. She didn’t blame the woman – the giant *** rocks were a woman’s best friend.
kill kill kill
Ever since she had come back she had begun to hear things, words had whispered into her mind, her ears – she listened to them, sometimes they told her to kill – sometimes they told her to watch, follow. More times than not, the voices usually led her to kill a human. Tabloids had noticed the amount of bodies that had been piling up since Lorde’s release from the shadows. They latest head title was ‘Serial Killer Strikes Back’ Lorde had found herself sniggering reading the crap. She couldn’t help herself, it was written within the confines of her DNA that she needed to do this, this need to kill – she had a hunger to boot. She was always hungry, and it had all been triggered since the shadow realm. She had wanted to talk to Enver about it, but she didn’t want to worry the man, she had just come back.

Her feet had taken her to a small tattoo shop in Honeymead Market, she didn’t see the name of the establishment but she did notice the woman with the hair, the colour of maroon, crimson, blood, it appealed to the killer. She immediately veered into the shop. She sat down in a nearby sofa and looked intently at the woman; making it quite known she was staring at her. She didn’t hide it. She had completely ignored the fact that she had blood splatter on her white vest top, and cargo pants. She simply didn’t care. If anyone had asked her what it was she’d tell them paint. Paint, she was painting a fence. With Blood.
”Love the hair.”
The killer made a point of pointing it out. She had too, that hair was to die for, or to kill her. However you looked at it, really.

She must’ve dyed it, or something – that was how you got it that shade of red. She shrugged her shoulders and found herself smiling back. This woman was pretty. She didn’t know what to make of her, she could be dinner – but how she had got here in this tattoo parlour. She didn’t know – she had just been wandering. She liked to wander, when her mind was filled with thoughts – or pursuasions. She liked to walk. Walking was good, especially for a bulky creature such as herself. She smiled though, catching the woman’s eye with a twinkle.

• ”It’s a lovely shade of red.”

She complimented with a wink of her own. Before standing up and headed over to the counter where she picked up a tattoo design book, which held different designs if you had no actual idea what you wanted and fancied coming in here on a whim – and possibly even drunk. She flicked through the book breezing past the tribal designs until she saw a skull; it was a Mexican style, with pink flowers for its eyes. She admired it, before looking back at the woman. She smiled, as the question came about the paint splatter. She laughed.

• ”It’s blood dear, always blood.”

She threw her a wink.