There came a woman in the dead of night, she stood in among the shadows of the trees – blending in. The moon lit brightly between the dark slow moving clouds. It was a cold night. A white silent night. Hands tucked in her black coat's pocket, breath visible like white puffs of invisible clouds.
She exhaled. She looked up at the balcony, still as the trees, quiet as the night. White curtains lay still inside, but one of the glass door was slightly open – an easy way in, thought the woman.
She took a huge leap on one of the branches of the trees – she leaned her weight on her right hand as she stood on the thick branch. It was, as skillful as she was, done without a noise nor a spec of snow fall off from the leaves.
She breathed once again, a cold sting felt through her throat to her lungs. Her senses sharpening as the cold brought comfort to her body.
There was only one feeling she felt that cold night looking through the balcony glass doors. A feeling that would dissipate once done.
She once again leaped for the last time towards the balcony, and again, without a sound. She jumped off the stone railings, leaving a footprint of snow.
It wouldn't even have mattered. No one would know anyway. She was merely a stranger who happened to see the balcony doors open. Such unfortunate being they are tonight.
She slithered between the small opening of the balcony doors and towards the bed. She stood staring at the sleeping woman.
So peaceful, so calm. The woman leaned forward and reached out her hand towards the cheek of the sleeping woman – caressing it gently as if it was such a fragile thing.
"Unfortunate.", she whispered. She leaned out and fished out a sharp knife hiding behind her coat, raising it above her head – eyes bland, cold, lifeless.
As the clouds loomed over the moon that lit the night, the woman brought the knife down harshly onto the heart of the sleeping woman that awoke the woman half dead, she turned the blade, her eyes unknowing of what had happened to her, she slipped into the abyss of death.
The woman ungripped her gloved hand off the blade and watched the woman bleed, turning the white sheets to a crimson red.
"So much anger.", she whispered, and quietly exited the room the way she came.