Trees encircled them, their luscious green canopies towering high over their heads to create a soft twilight at their bases. Bird chittered above their heads, their dual melodies echoing between the grand trunks of the trees without a care in the world. The two women stood by a large oak tree, up to their ankles in ferns and briars.

"Is being what I am so bad?" The sarcastic lilt in her voice matched her smug expression, red eyes filled with sadistic humor. A taller woman was directly across from the little porcelain-like figure, a hate-filled expression clouding her imperfect tan skin. Her dark eyes glared down at the little woman, words refusing to come from her throat.

The tiny, auburn-haired elf couldn't retain the huge grin spread across her face, lovely white teeth practically reflecting the bit of light around. The pure joy in her eyes was not found in the woman across from her, the dark-skinned, black-haired lady looking nothing like the elf she was standing in front of. She'd given up on trying to express her anger her bulky frame leaned against the gnarled trunk of one of the trees.

"Oh, don't act that way," the little lady said, putting on a fake frown for her victim. "You've met plenty of us before, Darling." She paused for a moment, taking a few steps toward the elf across from her. "Plenty." She let the word linger, cocking her head and looking at the stranger across from her for just a moment before reaching out and grabbing the girl's arm and yanking her to the ground with a horrific crack.

The girl on the ground groaned in pain, futilely attempting to roll over. The attacker grinned, her gray-green eyes lighting up at the pain she saw the girl in. Kneeling down beside the crumpled, dark-haired figure, she conjured a needle and tube from her coat. Seemingly numb to the whimpers and cries of the woman on the ground, the tiny elf twisted the tan woman's wrist until it cracked, sticking the needle into an obvious vein and putting a small glass vial at the end of the tube, her eyes cautiously examining the forest as she held the other woman still.

Her hand found its way up to around her victim's neck, forcefully making the dark-haired woman face her attacker. A look of utter paranoia crossed the pale woman's face, but paranoia was soon masked by a genuine smile at her victim's tears. Her green eyes opened wide, her red lips parting to show her teeth as she reached out and touched the crying woman's face, her nails digging into the woman's neck as she held her still. After collecting a tear on her nail, the little lady moved her hand to an angle where she could closely examine the tear, an almost-puzzled expression crossing her face.

"Honey don't cry yet," the pale lady whispered in a sing-song manner, any confusion disappearing as she grabbed onto the girl's face with her nails, forcing the dark woman to look at her. "It's only just begun."