[Maybe that was why they worked so well: she was just as greedy as he was. Maybe not to the same fever, the same pitch, but he would silently commend her avarice time and time again.]
[Elizabeth moved like she was possessed. As if another one of his kin had taken her by whatever strings of humanity she had left and pulled. Snapping until each cracked back with the tightness of violin strings. Battering the knuckles, gashing them bloody, and she only reveled in it.]
[It was rare to find in the mortal lot: violence not a stranger, but this particular brand more a mutation. Something wrong in the gene pool, something off.]
[But that didn't seem to bother him too much.]
[Greed's laugh was airy and vile. Similar to the blow-out of bellow after collecting so much dust. The use of it stale and he followed behind her. Her shadow - little shadow crawling to bite and lap at her ankles.] So you are coming with me, then.
[The docks were a good place to start - a marked hunting ground for him in the past and he knew the old wood as good as the serpent crawling across the back of his hand. Each notch where someone might fall; where new planks had been applied and other left to rot. Either way, it could be done as a warning or to heed further suspicion to mark someone else for the deed.]
[It was smart and unsurprising that the idea should come from her.]
Gotta say - I've always admired your avarice - what's yours and is yours and what's mine? ["Is mine," he failed to say. She knew it already and as the men parted away, his hand went to the crook of the door. Pulling him out, like a creature from the ooze. Teeth and fangs; claws and eyes.]
[It was him and them that really bumped in the night.]
[Greed showed off his set, snapped at one of them that got too close, a sneer gracing up his jaw.] You still haven't given me a name, lovely. [He said, ripping away his vicious gesture to talk at her back.]
I'm curious to know just who pissed you off so much to come to me.
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[Elizabeth moved like she was possessed. As if another one of his kin had taken her by whatever strings of humanity she had left and pulled. Snapping until each cracked back with the tightness of violin strings. Battering the knuckles, gashing them bloody, and she only reveled in it.]
[It was rare to find in the mortal lot: violence not a stranger, but this particular brand more a mutation. Something wrong in the gene pool, something off.]
[But that didn't seem to bother him too much.]
[Greed's laugh was airy and vile. Similar to the blow-out of bellow after collecting so much dust. The use of it stale and he followed behind her. Her shadow - little shadow crawling to bite and lap at her ankles.] So you are coming with me, then.
[The docks were a good place to start - a marked hunting ground for him in the past and he knew the old wood as good as the serpent crawling across the back of his hand. Each notch where someone might fall; where new planks had been applied and other left to rot. Either way, it could be done as a warning or to heed further suspicion to mark someone else for the deed.]
[It was smart and unsurprising that the idea should come from her.]
Gotta say - I've always admired your avarice - what's yours and is yours and what's mine? ["Is mine," he failed to say. She knew it already and as the men parted away, his hand went to the crook of the door. Pulling him out, like a creature from the ooze. Teeth and fangs; claws and eyes.]
[It was him and them that really bumped in the night.]
[Greed showed off his set, snapped at one of them that got too close, a sneer gracing up his jaw.] You still haven't given me a name, lovely. [He said, ripping away his vicious gesture to talk at her back.]
I'm curious to know just who pissed you off so much to come to me.