Shes beautiful. Thats the only way that any mortal could describe her. Her figure is slender, and not in the anorexicly thin way portrayed by many an actress, but curvy too. Curvy and slender, a play on of words not commonly used. He stares at her face, her glorious face that looks as if it was carved by angels long ago, but smoothed with weathering like a statue over time. The porcelain skin, tinted with a slight blue fringe, and rippled with the muscles that he knew lay bundled underneath, plays up her eyes, a deep shade of violet. And the hair, the hair cascading down her back in soft little waves, as if enticing, no, inviting him to touch them, to bask in their glorious texture, but that, he knows, would be a sin. Heavenly, not of this world, those wouldnt be too far from the truth when trying to tell someone with unprivileged eyes what she is. But, the truth is worse, much, much worse.

"Crazy? Am I really crazy?
Well I guess that depends on how you define crazy.
Insane?
Well, moderately to say the least.
So is everyone else.
But crazy?
About that Im not so sure."
Her lips curl in to a dazzling, yet malicious grin as she spits out these words like they burn her tongue.

She takes a slender hand a draws it across her hair, ever so slowly, until she pauses, right behind her ear, and quickly plucks out something small and silver. The onlooker is mesmerized. Shes enticing, the way she keeps him guessing. Even if he wanted to, he couldnt move. Shes much, much too beautiful to be human, and much too horrible to be sane.

She knows that she has him in her grasp, and she knows that he will bend to her will, whether he would choose to on an ordinary basis or not. She gracefully inches forward, flooding her victim with an abrupt sensation of suspense. Shes so close now that he can feel her breathe on his neck, and his whole body tingles in a mingling feeling of both fear, and longing. The beautiful assassin inserts the metal object directly in to his wrist, and with one final shudder, the poison pulses through his veins and he can no longer feel a thing.

"I guess Im not just your everyday average basket case." she whispers in his unhearing ears, before silently gliding out the door.