The night sky was an endless canvas of black ink.
Thin grey clouds dotted the dim light from the half crescent moon, and the chill itself brought a cold mist swallowing the cobble stone streets below.
The towering wrought iron street lamps worked endlessly trying to shine through the thick fog, bringing a pale yellow glow to the seemingly empty town.
A small pub sat proudly beside the street, the devouring ocean, crashing against the rock wall behind it.
Sent salty spray into the already cold and clammy air.
The street was lined with many small buildings, some lonely shops, others warm homes, all whispering this small town of London's, secret in the ever blowing wind.
A large clock tower to the west struck 2:00am and the hollow bang of the bells billowed through the streets then echoed away into the darkness.
A few silent moments later two women walked staggering out of the pub door.
Giggling to each other and holding hands for balance.
Both dressed in long elegant dresses and covered in warm capes.
The shorter of the two woman had long wavy black hair, her skin was pale and her large golden eyes peered out from her capes hood.
Her dress was wine red and dragged heavily in the shallow puddles on the sidewalk.
Her name was Sarah.
The taller of the two, wore a dark green dress and cape, her dirty blonde ringlets hung effortlessly around her pale face and hazel eyes.
This was Kristina.
The two sisters stood and laughed for a moment at the corner of the street.
Watching the cobble stones disappear into the blackness on either end of the town.
The giggles were brought to a shallow halt as five dark figures loomed out of the fog from across the street.
A large brick building with arches in the base of the foundation had been hiding these men.
All dressed in long wool coats, some black, one a dark drown and one tan, each man carrying a bottle of sorts in one hand, and one man foolishly hiding a small knife in the other.
The girls tried to not pay attention to them as they drunkenly walked in their direction.
Intensions and profanity came dripping from their mouths and the sound of glass clinking together echoed nervously in the darkness.
Soon the girls were surrounded.
The moon shone for a moment as the slowly passing clouds seemed to run from the scene.
A glint shown in both girls eyes and a smug smile cleverly crossed their delicate faces.
One man attacked, leaping into the circle towards the woman, trying to tackle them to the ground, but he was quickly pushed away.
Within seconds even the moon had run off...
taking all light it had left with it, the darkness swallowed the streets and a mass of bodies entangled in ball of fury and desire on the cold wet stones of the street.
Glass was heard shattering on the ground and thuds of footsteps soon running away.
The moon peeked out, shedding little light...
enough to see a figure laying still warm on the cold street.
Two other bodies hunched over it.
A gasp came from the doorway of the pub as a short, beer bellied man stood in awe at the scene.
The two figures stood and turned facing the man.
Red blood glinted in the glow of the moon as the clouds once again scurried away.
The blood ran carelessly down the porcelain faces of the two woman, staining their lush lips, they smiled at the lone audience.