Bloody Footsteps || closed
She can sense he is deeply bored, not the kind of person to wait for what he wants, so she wonders just how used he must be to murder to be impatient for such a thing. Then again, what Grell wants, Grell usually gets, one way or another, so she knows it won't take too long before he snaps and decides to finish the job on his own, so she assumes she must not delay too much, yet she wants to be sure to get the right face,the right place, the right time. Nothing can be left to luck, everything must be planned for their little game to work perfectly, that is the pact. And she makes sure he keeps it.
Not that she likes doing such degrading things, dressed in such a vulgar way and stalking a filthy harlot like she's the most important person in the damned world, but Madame Red is a cautious woman, and a such she makes sure everything is ready when the moment comes to strike.
A glimpse of brown hair and she knows she has to move, clutching the fabric of her shawl tightly and following the scent cheap perfume, the baroness knows exactly who her next prey will be. Everything needed for her to deliver an unexpected visit was on the files she had to fill when she applied for the dreadful procedure, name, adress, and she remembered her face very well, how could she not? That filthy little harlot had the possiblity of everything she wished for and yet decided to throw it away.
Glancing back at the shadow that walks just a few steps behind her she gives a light cant of the head when they finally meet at the end of an alley, the harlot getting lost within the darkness of the night.
"Darling" she murmurs, placing a now naked hand on Grell's shoulder, his expression telling her enough about his current mood "I know you don't like this, but how else are we supposed to hunt this ugly creatures less we get to know them first?" a purse of scarlet lips, and the chills of the evening air makes her wonder how this women manage to survive it every night "you know it will be worth it."
