Eldervampire // c o n t. ▌☠ ▌
Lisbeth represented herself even without the necessity of a hornet’s tattoo: aggravate, get stung, that is the sort of person she is. No fucks to give, and if any were had, it is select. And, as it is, this man was no exception. There are monsters like him, ones that need human life to live, and there are monsters like Lisbeth Salander, who would fucking KILL a man to live. Shoot her down, burn her alive, it didn’t matter, she experienced it all. With nothing to lose but plenty to gain, nothing put fear in her veins, not even this ill tempered I.V. dependent patient. It made the uncomfortable form of a knife in her back pocket that much more appealing to open. Leave the sympathizing to robbery charity events.
Alone. That is how the hacker normally worked. Without nagging, demand, DEADLINE, everything seemed better that way completely aware of capability. Wolves and hawks may work together in teams to take down a single prey, but she rather enjoyed independence, lest it be absolutely necessary. For example, her target’s situation. Pierce her with his eyes all he wanted, but she found nothing in them than a man full of bitter scorn, HATE--something she could relate to...
...ENOUGH to gain interest.
White light snapped, and without word or whisper, Lisbeth cut this man’s support tubes.
❝But I will give you two: follow me or stay home. And if you choose the latter,
then we both win. You can stay in your home and my job will be a lot more
silent.❞
