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By: Goddessofdeath13
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New Age
1.
The blackness ofthe sky contrasted Lan Bhaltair's crimson hair, seemingly illuminating herpastel face in the dark. Her walk was hurried and her emerald eyes darted toevery dark spot of the barely lit road. The dim street lamps had hardly enoughradiance to shed light into the alleyways and gloom of the street. The youthsface was flushed from the crisp night air, and she pulled her heavy jacketaround her for warmth.
Lan's active imagination was turning every sound into afootstep or shallow breath behind her. The hair on the back of her neck stoodon end, as though she could sense someone watching her. She quickened her paceand let her hand wander down towards the dagger she now carried as protectionfrom the unsympathetic streets of New York City.
Her slender fingers wrapped around the jeweledweapon, the intricate Celtic design making the cold metal course beneath herskin. Small blood red rubies and azure sapphires adorned the grip of the blade,swirling in odd patterns and indicating how old the artifact actually was. She gripped the handle tightly and continued at the same pace, knowing a change inspeed could draw an attackers attention, and would show that she was afraid.
As that thought dawned on her, she grinned and decided that speeding up wasactually the better idea. Her assumptions were correct, and she could now hearthe rapid clip of sneakers on pavement as her assailants pace quickened tomatch her own.
Almost as soon as he was behind her, she spun around effortlessly, using the momentumfrom her spin to draw her dagger from its sheath at her side. She pressed thesilver blade against his throat, and it glinted against the moonlight.
"One false move, and you will no longer have to worry about breathing." Her tone wascallous and to the point, "What do you think gives you the right to sneak up oninnocent girls?"
The man was considerably shaken at being attacked by his victim, and he managed to stutter, "I wasn't Miss." Her eyes seemed to smolder in fury.
"Liar!" She snarled,
"Don't give me that crap, I know what your kind does. You prey off of helpless girls in order to get some fast money.You're all just a bunch of leaches!"
He seemed taken aback for a moment then yelled at her in rage, "You have no clue what its like" Lan pressed the dagger firmly against his skin, drawing a thin line of blood,
"Silence! Don't lecture me, you know nothing about my life!" Her voice had a slight accent to it, and one wouldassume she was from another era. Just the way she spoke as well, elegant yet unfeelingall at once, told that she was older than even she knew.
Her eyes showed thatshe was a cultured person, and had learned the harsh realities of the world onher own, the hard way. She shoved the man away from her, catching his armbefore he could run, and swiftly carved two crescent moons, back to back, onhis face.
It was the first time she had actually seen him from the front. Hewas in his mid twenties and a bit scruffy looking. On his left arm was aninsignia that told that he belonged to a local gang.He clutched his cheek and blood seeped though hisfingers, "Bitch! What the hell was that for!" He howled at her.
She smirked and narrowed her eyes at him, "A reminder. Every time you decide to prey on a helpless girl, remember that we are not all powerless, and some may not stop atjust a cut on your face."
She spat in his direction and proceeded to walk away from the man towards her apartment. He glared at her back and then turned inthe opposite direction and ran. She grinned and wiped the blood on the dagger onto her jeans, and resheathed the dagger.
She knew that the man would make upsome half assed story to tell his friends on how a group of seven large blackbelts had grabbed him and had carved a symbol into his skin.
She didn't care though, because she knew that he would never look at another girl the same way again, and that's exactly what she wanted.