Tray watched Emerald walking across the expansive lawn that was her front yard. So many people in this area made their land into farm land, not the Lady Emerald though, no, she instead made her land into a sanctuary for wildlife, and large town sized parties.
She was an elegant woman, tall, perhaps five nine, long corn silk colored hair curled and wove about her hips, fair skin and a warm long smile. Her body was nothing to shake about, unless it was a shiver of excitement. Full breasts still very much so firm and round, wide hips that came from a gentle curve of a mothers hip, long legs with slender ankles and tiny feet.
Tray wondered why such a lovely woman was alone, certainly someone in the town she was mayor of was trying for her hand. Money, looks, brains, and best of all she was very loving of her children, to which Tray was certain she had at least two.
Tray flipped his cigar into the beer bottle that sat empty next to him, he never left a trace that he had been there, not difficult for one such as he. Completely off the grid, he had been stolen from the hospital when he was born, having been a twin no one thought anything of it when only one child was presented to the state after the single mother had died in birth. His "adopted" mother died when he was merely eleven, he had been on his own ever since. He learned to hide from everyone, taking what he needed, through stealth or force, it was no matter to him as long as his needs were met. He was far from a poor waif, yes, he was living from hand to mouth, but he really did want for nothing. Well, almost nothing.
Deep inside, all these years being alone, he dreamed of someday having a family of his own, one to care for, to raise, to love as his own. A home, not just hiding in someones forest guest house, but a home all his own.
This woman who walked her property in long flowing gowns of delphinus materials was someone he thought was way out of his league.
A smirk swept across his face as he watched her ineffective guards walking about, he already had their rotations memorized, they only changed the paths they walked once a week, easy to sneak past. He watched her as she went into her home, which was also covered in ineffective guards. He popped open another beer, sipping from it slowly as he watched her move through her glass and wood mansion in the tree's.
Emerald went through, turning lights off throughout the mansion, some rooms she would smell the flowers placed there by her maid that day, or sweep a delicate touch over a fern or other greenery that was heavily prolific throughout the mansion. When she disappeared upstairs, Tray took out his sniper rifle, stolen yes but top of the line, he really liked the scope it carried, through this, he could watch her every move. Including her perfect face.
She did the same thing she did every night he had watched her get ready for bed, she undressed, showered, put lotion over her entire body, then combed and dried her hair. For some reason, the mere act of preparing for bed made Tray feel a stronger desire then he had ever felt in his life. He wanted her, he wanted her in every way, somehow he would accomplish this, somehow. Emerald slipped into a sheer gossamer gown of full length and climbed into her massive four poster bed. The damn thing had to have a staircase so that she could get up to lay down.
She fluffed her pillows and blew out the candle she always had next to her bed, her day was done, Tray's was just about to begin, with any luck he would be able to get into a fight in the backstreet cage matches. Make some money, earn some respect and maybe even get laid.
Motion to the side of the house drew his attention, looking again through his scope he watched as one of her guards was pulled back into the bushes. Tray almost dropped the gun when he watched the guards flesh be ripped from his skeletal system. Only bones stood there now, but they moved! As Tray watched the thing walked with the shadowy figure that had stripped it towards the mansion.
Tray's sights swung back to Emerald's bedchamber. He grit his teeth when he watched her sit up, staring at the bedroom door as if she knew something was coming. Tray didn't wait, another guard fell to the man and his bone stripping. Running through the tree line he took aim at the shadowy figure, but before he could shoot he spotted another one, this one was simply killing the guards he ran across.
Emerald's forces were dwindling fast, so he shouldered his rifle and went into the house from the kitchen. The remaining guards were all fighting now, the carnage was bloody, messy, and nowhere near humane.
