Jesabelle walked into the bar and took a seat in a dark corner. Only her brown hair could be seen under the cloak she wore. She asked the bartender for a beer and sat back looking around with her brown eyes. She saw very few people that interested her so she leaned back and closed one eye.

Being an ex assassin she was always on watch for danger. she had been known as a great assassin. With her rather slutty looking clothes, she was able to move freely and distract the guys as she fought.

The bartender walked over to her and said, "This is compliments to the gentlemen over there." He pointed to a face she knew all too well. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at this man.

She walked outside when she heard her brother call her name. When she walked out, she saw a dagger in his heart. The man on the other end of the dagger grinned as he pulled his mask down. Reaching down, she grabbed a throwing star and threw it into his shoulder as he ran off.

She chugged her beer down as she remembered that gruesome night. She stood up and walked over to the man slowly. When she got over there she asked, What do you want?"
"You" he replied back looking her up and down.
"And you know you are never going to get that." She turned on her heals and walked out of the bar. She heard his laugh outside and shivered in fright.

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