(TW: Blood, rape, murder. Generally Bad Things. Avert your eyes, ye innocent ones!)
It was always a risk, going out on her own.
Carnwennan was hungry and her part of the deal was to feed him.
So, Callista had the dagger ready, looking down at the eye on the hilt before it closed and shifted into a mouth, giving it's lips a lick at the idea of being fed. It'd been a few weeks, she was supposed to feed him days ago but there had been work to do. So now, now she was out and she sighed at the dead rat in her hands.
"C'mon, I don't have time to give you a whole somebody," Callista hissed at the dagger who simply made a growling noise, refusing the rat.
"I don't want a rat. I need energy from things that are not rats."
"Fine!" Another hiss and she prowled around. The mask she'd pulled down to talk to the dagger was pulled up again and she pulled the hood up as well. Tonight she was dressed in form fitting clothing, leaving little to the imagination. Also leaving little cloth to make noises or get hooked on things. For the most part Callista prowled the streets quietly, keeping her eyes open and simply listening.
The sound of glass breaking and a scuffle broke her silence and she looked towards a tavern, a door closing roughly, leaving the street in darkness. Callista took careful steps toward the noises, a woman's soft pained cries, the sharp sound of flesh against flesh. The cry of curses to the stars. The sound of someone being hit. Finally she rounded the building and gave a bored look to the scene in front of her before she looked down at the dagger and she knew the look in that eye.
Good.
That rat wouldn't do, but this rat would.
Silently she stepped behind the man and the dagger was shoved into his back. It took a moment too long for the man to notice the sharp pain in his ribcage but by then the crying woman was scrambling away and fixing her skirts and generally just getting away. Callista didn't bother to notice, she was't here to save some poor woman, finally she'd caught her dagger a meal. The man wasn't dead yet though and he whipped around violently, his elbow connecting with her head, her hood falling off before she sunk down the wall, grinning up at him through the mask.
A slash at his leg with the dagger and another smooth plunge to his chest with hit and he crumbled on top of her, the blood seeping down the dagger and onto her chest. It was warm and sticky and she sighed, more chores to do before she'd go back to the shop. It was a rare night where she didn't have to wash blood out of her clothing and it seemed tonight wasn't one of those rare nights.
The noises the dagger made while it licked the blood from it's lips disgusted her, but this was part of their deal and she quite enjoyed being able to blend into the night. So, Callista waited for the dagger to eat his fill and it wasn't until the body was a skeletal, dried out husk that she shoved it aside and sat up, cross legged and glared down at the dagger. The eye looked at her and she frowned at it, "There. Was that good?"
"Delicious, you have a little on your... Bring me up and I'll get it."
Callista brought the side of the dagger to her face and she felt a tongue brush against the side of her mouth, blood from being hit on the head having split her lip.
"So tasty. You know, you've done far more worse things than he ever did."
Frowning slightly, she moved to get up, facing away from the alley before she poked the dagger in the eye, only for it to quickly turn into a mouth and bite her. "Fine. Fuck you too." The dagger went silent and she slowly turned around to stare at a shadow, the moonlight behind them obscuring their features. Oh dear.
"Uh... Hi. Nice night for a walk, isn't it? Fellow... Night Walker."
Yeah. That'd fool them. Now her dagger was grumpy and she knew he wouldn't help her out of this.