Leo stopped some yards outside the Gates of the manor. After the small brawl in the alley, the walk in the streets turned out anything but eventful. She scowled heavily, adjusting her bag over her shoulder.
She had at least wanted to make a few more kills before reaching the mansion...a bloodbath, a few tortured couples, something. But her duties came first. “I am, after all, just a pawn...” she murmured darkly, in a bitter mood. The lack of a ride had pissed her off.
Shaking away the starts of a bad mood, Leo strutted up to the Gates, barely glancing as a soldier with an unnaturally long pony walked off. A guard looked her over skeptically, Leo feigning a smile. “What? Did I miss something?”
“Yeah, your orders for the evening...” He turned as serious as death, placing his face inches from hers. “You were not even suppose to leave the mansion so early and then you have the nerve to come back late-”
“I came back, didn't I?” interrupted Leo coolly. The grip on her bag tightened on her left as she balled up a fist on her right. She was struggling to keep ahold of her temper.
“Not soon enough,” said the guard. He motioned a hand outwards. “While all the soldiers are out there making their kills, what've you been doing?”
She drilled a finger into his chest, teeth grinding. “None of your bloody business! What I do on my free time is none of your concern and it matters not because at the end of the day at least I have the bloodied nails and body bags to show for it.”
“At least I do my job!” countered the guard.
Leo groaned frustrated, pulling at the two ponytails making up her hair. On the walk over, she had changed her hairstyle to something more her. She muttered rapidly in Spanish before addressing the guard. “Cut the crap! A monkey on steroids with a Uzi could do your job just as well, if not be-”
“Damn woman, talk properly! Your horrid voice is ruining my ears!”
Leo stopped speaking, not from embarrassment but more from astonishment. She glanced to the back of the pony tailed soldier, knowing the voice came from him. She was completely stunned...that she'd have to end up killing one of her own clan members.
“Hold this,” She didn't even wait for the guard's response, slamming the Louis Vuitton bag into his chest. For a second, he staggered under the weight, soon dropping the loaded bag onto the ground. Leo could care less, nimble fingers already around the hilt of a stiletto.
Taking careful aim, she sent the blade spiraling towards the back of the soldier. He caught it almost instinctively, blade inches from piercing his back. Turning to face the offender, he found Leo already in his face. He dangled the blade in front of her eyes. “This yours...?” She said nothing, he repeating himself.
The third time he did so, about ready to kill her once finished asking the question, she took a massive breath before shouting. “OH, I'M SORRY, I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D WANT TO HEAR MY 'HORRID VOICE',” Snatching her stiletto from his hold, she grumbled sarcastically as she pocketed the weapon. “No, it belongs to the bloody Easter bunny. No sugar its mine…”
ooc: hope you don't/didn't mind the minor control, temp3r.....