With What Hands

There was blood running down her hands like rivers, draining into the sink. At first, she was furiously rubbing it off then she stopped. Her eyes went up to stare at the mirror, the light flicking overhead as she laughed to herself. "Why am I scared? Why am I scared? I'm Anita Bludhaven, I have nothing to fear." She felt the words bring power to her voice, bringing her dark black eyes to life with light. The flickering light overhead.

Shadows of black rolled down her shoulders as she leaned forward, turning the knobs of the faucet off before laughing to herself. "Why am I scared?" Anita was putting her hand to her head, laughing. She didn't even kill her. She didn't kill her cousin. No, he did! She could just out him for it and even if she did, who would believe him. He was a good for nothing in their father's eyes, the weaker link between them both and as her twin, he was inferior.

"This is fine," she breathed, sighing, her shoulders falling as she glanced off to the towel beside her. She was snatching it from the ring, wiping her bloody hands off as she tossed it into the bathroom sink then went to the door. The moment she ripped it open, she was coming out into the hallway, seeing her servant coming up to her.

"Anita, Anita. Where have you been? I've been looking all ov-"

There was a clap and then silence filled the hallway. "Don't talk to me like that!" she spat at her. "I am not to be treated like a child. I'm thirty-seven years old. I'm older than you! Just because I look like a child does not mean you may treat me as such."

She watched the woman kneel before her and she laughed, feeling haughty. "Now, what is it?"

"Th-the heiress of Faux Noir is dead."

"My cousin?" she asked, feigning stupidity.

"Y-y-y-yes! They found her body in the Zen garden. Her eyes gouged from her head and a hole through her chest."

The would kill a vampire, wouldn't it? Anita's eyes rolled. "I see and you're here for."

"Your alibi, mistress. Your father demands it."

"Yes. Very well then. I suppose I ought to see him."

"But!"

"Enough." Her voice was even and cool as she strode past the blubbering woman. "I do not fear him. If I did, he would have gotten rid of me long ago. I'll tell him my alibi myself."