Astrid, Chelsea and Ashtoreth
Astrid hummed slightly as she ran a whetstone over the edge of her sword. A wan and tired looking Chelsea watched her, blood staining the collar of her shirt. Two prominent fangmarks were displayed in her white skin, dark mottling bruises around the punctures.
"So, I have a nice little snack toy in you..." Astrid mused.
"The Seer will be terrified and worried. The mansion will be in an uproar...now I've managed to take one of their precious students."
"You're still going to die," Chelsea croaked out.
Astrid slapped her across the face, sending the girl backwards onto the floor.
"We all die."
"Not nessacarily..." A feminine voice purred.
Astrid leapt to her feet, sword outstretched.
Ashtoreth regarded her in amusement.
"Who are you?"
"I am a goddess. You may call me...Ashtoreth. I'll acquaint you with the titles you should address me by later."
Ashtoreth sat down on one of the chairs in the house Astrid had cleared of its previous owners.
Chelsea cowered in a corner, bound hands held protectively in front of her eyes.
"What do you want?" Astrid hissed, sword not wavering.
"Oh, do sit down child...all we will be discussing today is whether I should employ you or not. There is a wonderful dark strength to you...how would you like to be my lutinent?"
Astrid blinked slightly, then sat down slowly.
"I'm listening."