Faith stood on the balcony of Lady Genevieve's estate, looking out over the grounds. She sighed, her hand shaking as she adjusted the knife concealed in her hairstyle.
"Mind if I join you?" a female voice asked from behind her.
"You can do whatever you - " Faith turned to see Lady Genevieve and she paused, before nodding. "Oh. Sure."
"Cheers," Genevieve replied, coming up beside her. "I just had to get away from the vast sea of idiots in htere. They're all so hopelessly fake they make me want to slit my wrists."
"I know what you mean," Faith replied, then smiled. "I'm Hope. Hope Lyonne."
"I'm Gigi. Obviously, yeah?" Gigi grinned. "Lyonne, eh? I think I might have met your parents at one of those horrid ceremonial introductions. How are they, anyway?"
Faith shrugged. "Dad may as well be a ghost and Mum is a filthy drunk."
"You sure we're not sisters?" Gigi giggled.
"Who knows," Faith said, one hand reaching up for the knife in her hair. "Maybe in a different - "
Two cold stone hands grabbed either side of her arms and pulled her up into the air. Faith looked beside her and yelped slightly.
"You've got to be kidding!"
"She's a guest, you imbeciles!" Gigi yelled at the gargoyles. "Let her go!"
"Gargoyles? Fricking Europe," Faith muttered, before throwing her head back against one of them. "Ouch."
She pulled the knife out and jammed it into one of the gargoyle's eyes, freeing up one arm in the process. She swung around over the top of the second gargoyles head, twisting her other arm slightly and wrenching it from it's grip. She punched down, bloodying up her knuckles and then rolled to the ground as it landed.
~*~*~*~
Faith lay in the middle of crushed stone and debris, unconscious, and Gigi raised her hands to her mouth.
"Bloody hell."