Seras wrapped her cloak tighter around her as the snow fell thick over her. Flecks of white settled in her thick black hair curling down her back. Her three quarter pants clung to to her moving legs with cold. She pulled the hood up over her head and Pulled the tie tighter, Her head down and pushed the door to the tavern open. The warm air pouring out tempted her to pull down her to pull down the hood but she knew she couldn't. Seras bit her lip and sat at the bar. She slid a fat gold coin onto the black surface. The bartender, looking the other way, heard the coin slide against the bar, turned to her. He was cleaning a glass and quickly, seeing her, instantly put the glass and clothe down behind the bar and leaned towards her. "What can I get you beautiful?" He said. His breath was rank. She ignored it and replied in a foreign language,"Juste une eau." "Sorry, miss, I'm a one language kinda guy." he said, dropping his tone. He was about to turn away, when she reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him right up close to her face. "Yeah? well, I happen to speak 7. And I'm looking for the Informant. You know the guy?" She snapped coldly. The man nodded and pointed to the door behind the counter. "Thank you." Seras said harshly and released the man. She climbed over the counter and pushed through the door. Inside was a smoke room. Dirty men sat around a table with cigars hanging out their mouths. "I'm looking for the imformant," she said loudly. The men stopped talking and looked at her. One man stood up. He had a terrible come over an frail figure and round glasses balanced on his nose. "Juste une eau?" he inquired. "Zur Hölle gehen." Seras whispered and drew her star. With a flick of her wrist, the star went flying to the informant.. It stabbed into his heart and he died. His body fell to the ground, a fine stream of blood trickled from his wound. She pulled a small bottle from her cloak and trappedthe slow fluid in it. It slowly filled. When it filled, she corked it and stored it back in her cloak. One of the other men broke the silence. "W-who are y-you?" he stammered. She pulled back her hood, her eyes shone brilliant blue, and her hair fell down her back. She flashed an evil grin revealing her pointed fangs. "I am Seras, The Vampiric Assasins."