Priscilla gazed intently at the purple eyed girl, her pupils stared back and a wry spread across her lips.
'I know you are part of the Lilacs. State your business or you will be disposed of.' Priscilla brandished her long blades that were sharp enough to cut through fate.
'What could you mean by that? Who are the Lilacs?' Lazarus smiled, but she expected to be found out by Priscilla's attentive eyes. Along the way she had made plenty of blunders that also contributed to the Priscilla's revelation, but her eyes were what spoke the most.
The blade changed shape and flew threw the air, slicing Lazarus's cheek and drawing fiendish blue blood. 'You can't deny that now, you freaks don't even bleed normally.' Priscilla's eyes narrowed, frustration plastered across her face and a second blade which was ready to seal the deal.
