How gay does that title sound? 'Salome the angel hunter.' God I need a smack.
New character for my second story. Not a main character but I felt like gettin her outta my head onto paper. Not how I imagined and I swear shes gonna be another Valentina were I hafta work to get her out.
Extract from Party In Earth when yer first see Salome. Boring but Casanova's in it and I love him to peices:

Juliana was suddenly aware that Casanova had stopped and was staring ahead with an expression of shock mixed with irritation. She hated when he froze like this because she was expecting another bad thing to happen and she would rather him warn her than stand still like he was having a strange seizure.
She followed his gaze and her eyes fell upon a girl a head smaller than her. Juliana was small herself, but this girl had a aura of extreme intimidation. She stood resting a baseball bat on her right shoulder as she looked around.
Standing at 5ft 1, she was tanned with freckled skin that clashed horrifically with her ginger eye brows and bright candyfloss pink hair. She dressed oddly like she didn't understand how to fit in or even dress culture in the current era and stood like a cocky nine year old boy. She was interesting to look at but not stunningly pretty like Enola but not dull looking like Hildegard.
As if she knew someone was looking at her she turned and her violet eyes flicked on Casanova.
“Aren’t you dead yet Casanova?” she said in strange musical voice with a dash of humour.
“Why are you back on Earth, Salome?” Casanova snarled now out of his frozen stance.
“To catch another angel,” Salome said moving her eyes away from him as if he was merely as interesting as a snail. “Don’t want to be here but if I wanna stay in one piece gotta go by Carmelia’s words.” Salome’s eyes shifted to Juliana. “Who’s this? Another one of your girlfriends?”
Juliana suddenly realised she had a large tattoo of a blue demon on her arm and stared at it. She looked back up and despite feeling intimidated she tried to make herself appear confident.
“I’m not his girlfriend,” she said. “And anyway,” she scoffed. “Let me guess. Your another one not from this world too?”
“Your looking at a glamour,” Casanova said starting to get annoyed with Juliana’s defiance at believing him. “There’s a demon underneath what you are looking at. The give away is the tattoo on their arms. It’s what they actually look like-”
“So you have blue skin?” laughed Juliana to Salome who was looking unimpressed at the small human girl before her. “Do you work for the devil too who just happens to be from Liverpool-”
CRACK! Salome swung the baseball bat across her face and Juliana slumped unconscious and fell hard. For once Casanova didn’t try and help her. He just watched the blood seep from the fresh gash in her head and he looked back at Salome’s sour face.
“Not hiding any angels?” Salome said bored bouncing her bat on her shoulder.
“Nope,” Casanova lied cheerfully glad the depressing Hildegard hadn‘t joined them after all.
“I’m off then,” Salome said turning away. She gave one look back at him suspiciously and turned away muttering, “Friggin angel bummer.”

Natzx

Salome belongs to me. I'll hate this drawing by tomorrow. Tis always the way.