Lilith shudders visibly as he whispers to her, closing her eyes against the low rumbling of his voice. It may have been a lovely sound, if weren't currently filling the room with such ominous words. [i]'I hope it's quick,'[/i] she thought to herself, opening her eyes in time to see the assassin advancing on her. The ginger girl had meant to accept her fate and stand to face her death with dignity, but seeing the dark figure closing in so quickly, his eyes boring into hers as he pulled both daggers free caused a new wave of fear to wash over her.

"Please, don't!" She pleaded, still barely above a whisper. Even with death eminent, Lilith still thought of her father asleep downstairs and didn't want any harm to come to him. In her panic the blue eyed girl threw both of her hands up, as if that would be able to ward him off. Belatedly, she realized that the sleeve of her nightgown had rolled back so her match mark was on diaplay. She jerked her hand back as quickly as possible and fisted her hand into the fabric of her nightgown.

Lilith didn't want this man to see the tiny fox. He was going to murder her, after all, and maybe her dad was going to die as well, but the redhead at least had a chance to keep one person safe. The girl thought of her fox, wherever he was, and how in the morning when he woke up his match mark would become pale and scarred over, his body's way of showing him his mate was dead. [i]'I'm sorry. Be safe, fox,'[/i] she prayed, her right hand still extended to try to keep the assassin at bay.