Special for NaFe; Burning Flames & Daggers (NaFe)

                                    

                                          
Burning Flames and Daggers
                          
A young woman with hair as black as midnight and a set of piercing blue eyes could be seen gliding elegantly down one of Magnolia's busy streets. Her black dress with blue tints in the silky material flowed around her as she walked. As she passed people she drew many stares. Some eyes held lust while others held uncertainty. The woman didn't pay any mind to the stares though. She wouldn't let them ruin her night. 
                          
Her most important night. 
                          
Her name, which had been spoken all throughout Fiore and Magnolia, was quite well known. Perhaps you have heard it before? 
                          
She had went by many names in the past. 
                          
But perhaps you would know her by these two names. 
                          
Her most famous ones. 
                          
Magnolia's Number One Assassin
& 
Freya of Fairy Tail 
                          
As of now, Freya was heading towards a fancy restaurant, with even fancier people inside. What was she doing? 
Going on a mission, maybe? 
Or perhaps she was going undercover to wipe out some people? 
                          
The powerful Mage thanked the man that had opened the fancy glass door for her and entered. She walked up to the lady at the entrance to give her her name so the woman could look up her reservation. The woman's eyes trailed down the list of names before stopping in the middle. 
"Freya? Reservation for two?" The lady asked with a kind smile. 
                          
Freya only nodded and let the lady lead her to her table. Her table was in a corner, a perfect spot for her to keep an eye on everyone, and near a large window as well. 
An easy escape route. 
Freya dipped her head slightly to thank the woman before she sat. She smoothed out her dress and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. 
                          
As she waited patiently, her eyes did a quick survey of the restaurant. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling and soft music was being played by a live band. The humming of different conversations filled the whole place, but Freya didn't bother tuning into any of them. Instead she chose to focus on a mini waterfall a few feet away from her table. The soft flow of the clear water relaxed her. 
                          
Without thinking she summoned her Twin Daggers and absentmindedly twirled them in her hands under the table. This always helped her to relax her mind and body. She hated being this agitated. But she couldn't help it. 
                          
Tonight was an important night. 
                          
She did another quick scan of the place. Her eyes lazily going from one boring, rich person to the next. Her eyes suddenly halted then narrowed on a group of young men who were watching her. They just screamed money and arrogance. She scoffed and rolled her eyes before looking away. 
                          
She had half a mind to flip them off. 
But she restrained herself. 
Freya really didn't feel like being asked to leave or having someone try to throw her out. Not tonight. 
                          
She smelled the strong scent of his Cologne before he made himself known. "Hello, beautiful," a young man's voice said to her sickly smoothly. Freya dragged her eyes upwards. He was about her age, if she could guess. With blond hair that was bleached and eyes that were the color of a purple diamond. His face was sharp with every bone perfectly arranged. 
                          
If he wanted to keep it that way, he'd better leave, and soon. 
                          
"Why is someone as gorgeous as you," his eyes un-shamelessly eyed her body up and down. "Sitting all by your lonesome?" Freya remained silent as she stared him down with bored eyes. 
Taking that as his cue to continue he said, "Why don't you come sit with me and my friends, over there." Freya flicked her eyes over his skinny shoulder towards the table that his rich friends sat at. They were looking over at her and when they saw her looking, they grinned, and waved.