Rotten soul

Hadley Montgomery, Harpy, old as balls. Will try to kill you.

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There was a rage under her skin, the same feeling she felt when she was in the sky looking for the next human to kill. Like the calm before the storm only this time it was anger making her violent, not the desire to torture some poor soul. Hadley looked up a sneer forming on her face. She felt no familiar desire to calm down and think, all she wanted was payback for the slander put to her name. 

“No” she breathed wishing she could fly again, scream into the sky and ask her brothers and sisters to join her in death and blood. Her eyes travelled between the building and Koyla, her chest still heaving with anger and energy. 

“This isn’t some game, the things they have said” Hadley hissed the last part, her tongue stuck between her teeth. She wondered if she bit down hard enough that they would stop her, would they stop her if she took off her ring and broke free. Maybe then she could kill them all.

“I have killed me and I have killed women, bathed in their blood and made a throne from their bones. But they, they-” she couldn’t find the words to describe what they had done to her. Someone so innocent, so young. Even Hadley knew before she took her parents life that she was an innocent babe, one that could have been saved. Not now.

She shoved the paper at his chest turning away slightly to let him read the words. They might as well have branded her a child killer. Well they did. 

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Not many people told Hadley no. It usually ended up with her screaming and someone’s blood on her hands. She turned her eyes up to the stranger, rage boiling under her skin like lava it fuelled her pain, her anger. She refused to back down even if it would get her in trouble. Not over this. 

She shoved the crumbled paper at the man’s chest, her face twisting into something ugly. Not for the first time she thought about ripping the ring of her finger and letting her wings be free. “Don’t tell me no” she stabbed at his chest with her fingers, maybe wanting to push further and start a fight. 

Hadley hissed, a terrible sound that was no where near human and far to close to the sounds she made when she was hunting prey. “Let me rip them apart, I’ll be real quick I promise. But if you don’t move I’m going to shove my way in there princess and it won’t be nice. Now move so I can give those pieces of shits for brains a piece of my mind!”

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Hadley wondered what the girl meant by it being her job but chose to ignore it because deep down she really didn’t care in the end. Taking a sip she hummed at the taste, certainly not as good as wines she had in Paris or Italy or a hundred other countries but for Salutem it was the best she was going to get. 

She watched with mild interest as the girl, because Hadley assumed everyone was younger than her unless proved otherwise, closed her notebook and gave her her full attention. If there was one thing Hadley was it was vain. She loved attention almost as much as she loved digging her hands inside a human skull and digging their brains out. Almost. “Hadley” she smiled but offered no other gesture. The harpy was not one to sugarcoat or give small talk. She took what she wanted with claws and the sound of wings flapping in the distance. Wether or not Paula turned out to actually be a pleasure, well Hadley had yet to decide. 

“So tell me why does a girl bring a notebook to a bar and not something more interesting. It hardly seems the place to relax and think”

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The harpy turned raising her eyebrow at the woman before quickly turning back to the barkeep with a smirk. “I’ll have what she recommends then, and I’m sure my earlier guest doesn’t mind adding it to his tab” Hadley turned her eyes back to the woman, her head tilted to the side. She knew what she looked like, she had to know after spending so many years using it to her advantage. But still she liked hearing compliments made her smile, or was it a smirk? “thank you” she said with as much honesty as she could put in her voice. 

Hadley looked towards the bartender as he placed the bottle in front of her, grabbing one of the glasses and holding it out towards the blonde. “Consider it a thank you if you will, and since you suggested it why not help me finish the bottle?”

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She watched him carefully, like anyone she talked to she was always cautious especially in a town full of creatures. Hadley didn’t miss him bringing his own bottle towards him and gave an amused smile. “I suppose they do. Though I find some exceptions, some people genuinely have horrid taste... I’m glad to know someone in this town at least has some sense of the finer things in life.”

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She had accepted long ago her fate was sealed in fire and blood. She was a creature born into misery that wanted the world and when her parents died that little girl inside of her that could still be saved perished with them. Of course she was the source of their death but in the grand scheme of things it was a minor detail. 

But no matter how many people she had killed over the centuries, and it was a lot, children where always something she did not touch. Maybe because he childhood had ended in death that she avoided the squealing things like they contained the plague. Now she was looking at a sign that claimed she had done just that. Killing a child was something that Hadley wasn’t capable off, not really. With a fury she ripped the sign down something burning low in her stomach. 

Blinded by the rage she practically stormed towards the nearest building that would contain a officer. One way or another someone was going to pay for making her seem like a child killer. 

Outside the building a small group had formed probably to do the same as her. But in that moment Hadley didn’t care about petty crimes. Someone was trying to pin a murder of a child on her, if the town wasn’t bad enough now she was stuck being accused for false crimes. If it had been anything but that she would have gladly taken the credit, but this. This hurt the little bit that was left of her soul. “Move” she hissed at someone wishing not for the first time that she could tear the stupid amulet of her finger and tare them all to shreds.

When the person didn’t move Hadley got angry, or angrier. “I said fucking move!” she shouted pushing the person out her way, they might have fallen to the ground but the harpy couldn’t care. The wanted sign in her hand crumbled and she pushed her way to the front until there was only one person in front of her. “I advice you move so I can hurt these pieces of crap” she shouted the last part at the building hoping someone was listening. 

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Her laugh is unsettling for some but it doesn’t stop Hadley from doing just that. She takes a sip of her more expensive wine and grins at the man, now owner of the bar. “Well it’s not a good night out unless someone’s getting hurt” Hadley turned her gaze back to where the man should have been but she couldn’t find him, not that she could remember what he looked liked. He was already a fleeting memory he was forgetting. “I would say I’m new but that’s a lie. I like my privacy but ... I also like my wine”

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Hadley thanked the bartender as he placed a glass and a bottle in front of each, she pulled hers a little closer only because she liked keeping what was hers well to herself. “I’m sure the gentleman from earlier doesn’t mind if I add it to his tab” she smiled sweetly at the man before turning her gaze back to, what had he said his name was?

She pursed her lips in thought as she studied the man briefly before laughing, the sound rather feminine for Hadley. “So either you’re old money, and considering what town this is you could be really old. Or you do genuinely enjoy the taste of expensive things. Which one is it?”

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She rested her chin on her hand while she watched her new wine being poured, part of her longed for the days of Greece where she could spend weeks lying about doing nothing and picking apart souls and humans bodies like grapes on a vine. Now she was reduce to sitting at a bar drinking alone because it was safer than flying the skies outside. Just as she raised her glass to her lips she heard someone speak, her head turning towards the gentleman. 

It would only be right as she hit one down another would show, she only hoped the night would not end in a fight. Not that she didn’t like the gritty feel of flesh beneath her fingers but she was wearing Gucci. “How kind” she said in a flat tone placing her glass on the bar and turning fully towards the man. “I suppose the name is supposed to mean something?” 

Truth be told Hadley paid little attention to the world around her unless it somehow pertained to wealth or power. But she guessed from the man’s attitude that he might have been of some importance, and well Hadley couldn’t pass an opportunity to get her greedy hands on that. 

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It wasn’t uncommon for people to try and talk to her, Hadley wasn’t shy about her appearance. She knew she was pretty but there was a mean spirit inside of her that liked to use that, hence the earlier incident. She turned her gaze to the newcomer and repressed a sigh. Most of the time she was a social butterfly, or in some cases wasp. Always wanting her fingers in every pie so she could get the most out of her immortal life, but there where times when the chatter of people drove her mad. 

Usually it ended with blood and a few dismembered bodies but now she was in a place where that was frowned upon. And Hadley thought the dark ages where a bitter affair. “Well I hope you wallet can handle it” the harpy smirked flicking her gaze briefly to the bartender and nodding as he brought out something far more to her taste than whatever the lowly witch had tried to feed her.

“I have expensive taste” was added on and Hadley turned back to the man trying to gauge any reaction. At least he wasn’t running, which only happened 53% of the time. Maybe it was the way her eyes always gleamed for blood that put people off. Mentally she shrugged the thought off. “Well if we’re going to be drinking together” Hadley stuck her hand out, long, thin fingers with nails far to sharp for anything sweet. “Hadley Montgomery, I would say it’s my pleasure but I’ve yet to see about that”

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Most days for Hadley where spent lounging about in a house paid for with blood money and trying to pick fights with all the wrong people. That particular day she was down trying to find something akin to happiness in a bottle of win at The Checklist. It wasn’t going to bad considering that she was drinking by herself, kindly paid for by an older gentleman that assumed she’d be happy on her knees because of wine. 

Hadley snorted into her glasses looking for the fool across the room who was still cupping his jaw from where she had promptly shoved her fist into his mouth. It was only the thought that she was being watched that stopped her from just grabbing his jaw and pulling it off. 

Putting her glass down Hadley turned towards the barman smiling just a little too sweetly, absently fiddling with the amulet on her fingers, “How about you get me a bottle of something a little more expensive. I’m tired of drinking shit”

[demelzahcarne]

Pretty little thing, […] doubtless she’ll polish up sufficient when the need arises.