(CW for violence and implied gore, nothing too heavy but just to be safe)
All her life, Eve had followed the rules. Don't steal, don't hurt other people, don't stare at them for too long. It had been harder during childhood, instincts untamed and a startling lack of impulse control causing the words 'behavioral problems' to be a constant in her parent's household.
The problem was that Eve never felt those rules like others did. She could hide the worst of it, though. She masked her perpetual glaring as just people watching, the desire to make things bleed could be contained to herself, and the need to hunt, that one she channeled into her obsession with female killers. After all, what greater challenge, than to hunt hunters?
But as she watched the monster cut through the wailing man at her feet, Eve understood.
The muzzle of the creature dripped blood down her neck and chest, staining timber-colored fur red. She was easily three meters tall, a wall of muscle and fang and claw that should make Eve run, and run fast.
Hazel eyes, completely inhuman, kept Eve stuck right where she was. There were pieces of... stuff everywhere. The copper smell of blood and the unique scent of fresh meat should make her stomach turn, and yet, there was nothing else in Eve's mind but the wolf.
She stepped closer to Eve, and with each step, she changed. When she was close enough for Eve to touch, there was only a woman standing before her. Naked as a newborn, and awash in blood. A terrifying sight, to anyone sane.
But when the woman smiled a bloody grin, Eve found herself smiling back.
Killing Eve, Eve/Villanelle
All her life, Eve had followed the rules. Don't steal, don't hurt other people, don't stare at them for too long. It had been harder during childhood, instincts untamed and a startling lack of impulse control causing the words 'behavioral problems' to be a constant in her parent's household.
The problem was that Eve never felt those rules like others did. She could hide the worst of it, though. She masked her perpetual glaring as just people watching, the desire to make things bleed could be contained to herself, and the need to hunt, that one she channeled into her obsession with female killers. After all, what greater challenge, than to hunt hunters?
But as she watched the monster cut through the wailing man at her feet, Eve understood.
The muzzle of the creature dripped blood down her neck and chest, staining timber-colored fur red. She was easily three meters tall, a wall of muscle and fang and claw that should make Eve run, and run fast.
Hazel eyes, completely inhuman, kept Eve stuck right where she was. There were pieces of... stuff everywhere. The copper smell of blood and the unique scent of fresh meat should make her stomach turn, and yet, there was nothing else in Eve's mind but the wolf.
She stepped closer to Eve, and with each step, she changed. When she was close enough for Eve to touch, there was only a woman standing before her. Naked as a newborn, and awash in blood. A terrifying sight, to anyone sane.
But when the woman smiled a bloody grin, Eve found herself smiling back.