❝You didn't think you'd
scare me brother?❞

The London breeze was calm and time was ticking along perfectly. It was the time where people turned off their lights​ and began to get settled in their own beds-- either next to their romantic entanglement or on their own.

Yet, there was a forceful presence in the air. Something that was both extraordinary, yet fearful. Beautiful, but a disease. She walked the earth as if it were her own, as if she was a force to be reckoned with.

And she certainly was.

She carried herself promptly as her hair flew back into the shadows.

Her arms were slender and her muscles were tight. Red lipstick was carefully drawn onto her lips, and she admired the walk she had taken this starry night.

Her name, you ask?

Victoria Moriarty.

As curtains drew to a close and the world was finally asleep, Victoria had only just found her way home. Her fingers dived into her bag and pulled out a set of keys.

They were a rusty silver, although, she hadn't lived in her small home for very long.

In fact, she had just set her eyes on it for the second time this week.

She forcefully turned the key and the lock clicked, allowing her to enter. All in all her home was quiet-- but it was too quiet. To Victoria, something had changed.

There was a slight difference in the tone in the air.

Narrowing her eyes, she peered around the corner, only to discover that she wasn't alone in her home.

"Hello Vic." The man spoke and immediately, Victoria smirked. A light click and the room was alight. "Been busy?" He asked, wiping down his suit.

Victoria nodded, placing her bag onto the chair. Slowly, she walked toward the figure.

"Think you could scare me Jim?" She whispered, chuckling lightly.

"Why would you think that?" He lifted himself from his seat, clutching an apple from the fruit basket next to him.

"I would keep talking, but I think that you're here for something. Proceed." Victoria folded her arms as she listened.

"I have a mission for you, dear sister." The thick Irish accent told her. "His name is Sherlock Holmes. And I'd like for you to do what you do best. Strike when he is at his weakest." He turned his head. "Be the devil's sister." Victoria bit her lip ever so lightly, her heart racing as she deepened her thinking into this mission.

There was a moment of silence before she spoke and after these words, the people in the streets of London would forever quiver.

"Where do I sign up?"

One thing she didn't point out, and it was something she had always been-- Moriarty's sister.