Liele was not in the best of moods at the best of times, so right now the best thing people could do was to stay out of range of her eyesight.
If only she didn't have five times the normal eyesight of a normal man.

And it must have been very annoying for her when she had spotted an averagly large man around the corner. He seemed to spot her eyes and it was apparant he'd decided to come out clean as a foot, covered by a shoe stepped out around the corner followed by a face, framed by back hair and a set of glasses.

The man in front of her now seemed to stop in his rush to attack, possibly due to the fact that he was fighting a small girl, Liele didn't know. But she decided, despite her anger at the previous match, to reason.

"Good evening, dear sir." She smiled, but her heart wasn't in it, it twitched as she did. Instinctively she made sure the knives were in their proper places.
Acting polite won't help, you know that, just kill now.
"Hey there, listen, I don't wanna have to fight you," The new man spoke out, he seemed pretty much human to Liele, his clothes were ripped, but he was human. Humans were easy to kill. Full of sin.
"Did one know that lying is a derivation of a sin?" Liele asked as she moved closer to him, feeling her fingers begin to twitch ever so slightly, causing the knives to judder.
"I'm not lying-" He began but was cut off as his attention was drawn to a knife that had just gone through the side of Liele's sleeve. She appeared not to notice.
"If one has gotten this far, then it is assumed they have killed to get this far, correct?"
Before he had the chance to respond, all of Liele's knives flew from their places on her body and idly floated around her near her eyes.
"Now, you listen you jumped up cretin, I have no interest in how you got this far, so right now i'm going to stab you, multiple times, because I have not had a very good day so far, I hope it doesn't bother you."

But before she had the chance to move a finger, the man in front of her changed, it was slow at first, but Liele's attention had been caught long enough to not throw a knife, and as soon as she knew what was going on it was too late. The 'man' had got one paw around her neck and smashed her into a wall, but he'd left her arms alone. She moved every knife to plunge into the creatures back and she kicked him away as he howled, scraping away the knives but which each one he took off, she'd plunge either the same back in or a differant one.

She turned an eye to inspect her neck, and for the first time started to inspect herself, she noticed how dirty she was and, as she was stabbing the thing as much as possible, she put herself together. But the creature seemed to realise it was her he had to target to stop this and the claws and teeth were shown. Liele ran.

She knew it wouldn't last long, the creature was obviously going to catch up to her, so she just needed a door. She let her eyes and knives fly infront of her until they found one door and then she made the knives take off the hinges, causing the door to fall inside and she darted into it just as the creature was about to reach out. It went past the door but caught it's bearings and turned around. It was enough time to see what kind of room she was in.
"My lord..." She let the words escape her lips as she stared up at a large cross, a figure attatched to it in the classical position. She was inside a chapel. A terribly strange place for such a monstrosity of a tower.

But she had no time to take it in. The creature was there and she could see what it was clearly, a werewolf, the stuff of lore and nightmare. A wrathful creature with the twists and turns of gluttony.
Remember now, Liele, remember the stories, it's a shame you don't have any silver.
Liele smiled and she moved the knives in front of her, but the creature moved forward, slashing the knives to the sides as she backed up. She noticed that the previous wounds had healed up very quickly. But this wasn't the prime thought process going through her mind.

"Now now Mr Werewolf, it would be such a mistake to continue, I assure you." She said, smiling as she brought the knives together again, only to have them swept away.
"I mean, we are both trying to get to the same goal here, are we not, and at first I thought you were weak, I was wrong."
The werewolf appeared to consider this, by that meaning, his ear twitched slightly as he started moving towards her faster.

"Fine." Liele moved quickly to the left, and let her right arm go up to cause the knives to swiftly run up the werewolves back, causing some blood to splatter the walls and a couple of candlesticks. But the werewolf continued in it's pursuit and slashed out towards Liele, going on all fours in a rush to attack her, knocking her back and her arms out wide. But he didn't stop her fingers as the knives rushed to her rescue, slicing into the arms of the werewolf and causing it to drop her and let her own arm brush across the blood. She darted between the beasts legs and over to the candle stick. She picked it up with one hand and wiped to blood onto it. Then she muttered the word;
"Lestra."
The candlestick floated into the air and did a little twirl as her finger drew a circle in the air. The werewolf had turned and was about to attack, as the knives flew into him. Two knives smacked into his thighs, and stayed there, as two more lodged themselves into the creatures paws, the remaining knives dug into various parts of his chest and the candlestick flew forward at his neck.
She pinned him to the wall and as he struggled againest them, she moved forward, a slight steam was beginning to push it's way from the candlestick.

"You know, there's something very interesting about the church, they're prideful too you know, and greedy, so much so that most things they make are made out of either gold or, as i'm sure you are very much aware at this moment, silver." Liele smiled as she came closer still, "And another thing, your regeneration can't really work, if the knives inside you keep digging themselves in, can they."
She stopped and each of her eyes widened in the air where ever they were in the room, they turned to look at the door. He stepped through the passageway and the click of his black shoes on the floor definatly outranked the howls the creature behind her was making as she herself had turned. The long white suit, brightening the room as the firelight from the candles reflected as it contrasted with the short, jet black hair. An eyepatch covered one eye, but the remaining one stared out, the colour of insanity. His hands were in his pockets, and his grin was the personification of lies.
"...father..." she muttered, looking down her her face but her eyes stared on.
"I let you into my house, I let you do what you pleased, even let you learn the magic of our family, and you couldn't even die right." The man snarled, his voice had lost that...boldness, it was only a snarl, much like the werewolves. It caused her to flinch and step back as she stared to talk.
"But I-"
"QUIET!" He yelled as loud and the candles all went out, the darkness drew in and it was like there was only her and him in the room. Then she saw more shadows. Faces. People. Everyone she'd killed.

"Now now" "Don't get upset" "it's not yoUR faUlT-t" "You had a choiCee" "MadDe the wronggg one, eh?"

"Shut up..." Liele whimpered, "Shut...up....please..."

"IF OnlY you had lisss, only you had, had, had listened to us." "Instead of listening to our SCREAMS!"

"Go away, I killed you, I killed you all, it was your own fault!"

The man, her father, moved closer to her, lifted up her face with an icy touch of his hand.
"You of all people should know that people can still be here after they die, it's like wolves, "
He turned away as he finished his sentance, "Cut off a wolf's head, and it still has the power to Bite.

A rush of pain put the real world back, the candles were lit again as she noticed she had back up into the werewolf, and it had sliced at her arm. She screamed and moved back as the knives that were stuck in the creatures thighs and the knives in his chest fell out, leaving the ones in his hands inside and the candlestick. But the candlestick was the thing causing him the most pain as much as Liele was in now. She couldn't clutch at her own arm, she couldn't break contact with the knives, but she was in so much pain. She moved her hand and brushed againest a candle stick, but this time she took the candle. She then moved back to the werewolf, candle in hand as the werewolf began to get larger, slowly. But the candlestick was still stuck to his neck and Liele wasn't going to move it soon. She managed to use enough energy to pick up the five knives and stick two back into his thighs. But the creature was moving, trying to slash out, bite out, and it was beginning to work.

But fur was flammable.

She moved closer and started to set fire to the creature, hearing it roar out and use it's own energy to slice out, causing a large gash to appear on her face, causing the bandages to come loose ever so slightly but not move off completely. But she had finished what she was doing and moved back as the flames began to engulf, she picked up wood and threw it at the creature, and it was slowly catching fire and all the time she was pushing those knives to push him back so he would stay where he was.

The fire moved around, climbing the cross as Liele moved the knives to place the Werewolf on it. The beast was scratching at anything it could to get away, a beast so strong and dependable, Liele thought, whimpering and crying for help.

Liele was in her own pain though, and she took parts of tapestry to form make shift bandages around her arm. wincing slightly as the bright flashes of the werewolves fur incinerating first, next to the sounds of popping flesh like a pig on a spit. Liele began to grow annoyed at his howls, and he was beginning to turn back into human, as the howls turned into screams, screams so bad as if the wolf inside him was trying to wretch it's way out. She turned once more as the screams stopped and returned the grisly smile of death that all skulls have with one of her own.

She moved out of the room and used her knives to pick the door up and put in in place. As soon as she moved through it. There was silence. And it was much colder. It was as if the room didn't apply to the tower. She opened the door slightly, staring at the piteous pile of sludge on the floor all that remained of a breathing spark in this damaged universe.

She closed the door again.
And turned.
And hummed as she moved down the corrider.

Forgot about me already?   

A layer of her bandages began to fall. They made a soft thunk as they hit the floor. It echoed in her head along with the laughing of the voice.