Vampire's Hitman Service

[Dark Mouse]

The Meeting

I remember the night I met her.
It was dark, and stormy. The lights on the block had just flickered out as a bolt of lightening touched down.
I remember how my heart had skipped a painful beat, it knocked my breath right out. Alone in my room, I felt the rush of panick over my body, making every nerve nuclear charged.

The hair on my neck stood straight up as a hand, ever so gently traced its sharp nails up my back, and the soft, cool skin of the hand wrapped around my neck. I made my lungs exhale finding over the course of the past few seconds, I had forgotten how to breath.

I felt a warm gust of breath touch my neck, before the cool, firm lips touched the side. I closed my eyes, my artery in my neck began to pulsate at the touch.

I gave a sharp gasp feeling two sharp needles pierce my skin, barrying the edge in deep. It was only a few seconds that the pain lingered, before it dissolved into a swelling pleasure that swallowed my body from that spot and work its way out.

I remember how short it seemed, before the needles left my neck, taking that sweetly erotic feeling with it. As if dazed from intercourse, I opened my eyes, trying to steady my gaze at the person who pierced me deeply.

It was, a woman, maybe in her late teens, maybe early twenties, with long, pure white hair, and startiling blue eyes. Blood covered her lips, it was my blood that she licked off her lips, slowly with her tongue. She moved in such a way... I wanted to kiss her...

But something deep down in my stomach alerted me to run, kick into fight or flight mode. It told me they had been only toying with me... And if you haven't this saying, its time you learned :

"What doesn't kill you, is only toying with you."

If I would have thought logically at that moment, I would have gotten up and ran. But my legs wouldn't move, and I couldn't tear myself away from this beauty... Beauty of the night.

I finally felt something build up, and I opened up my outh and finally screamed. But that was all I remember... Before something clamped over my mouth, silencing me, and out I was like a light.

She blew the light out.

[Dark Mouse]

Meet Ophelia

Okay, heres the low down, I'm an 18 year old girl, with a world of confusion hidden under the layer of a cool and collected girl.
It all started on my 17th birthday, when the gothic ghoul gave me a a romantic bite of the night on my neck.

The woman had bonded me to her. I was now hers to command. As slave and master as it sounds and you may have an erotic imagination, All she does is have me work for her hitman service.

Whoop-dee-do.

Either way, I was born and raised in a small town tucked away into the folds of Indiana. Boring state with lots of corn was what I thought of it when I was growing up...

But, the madame vampire showed me other wise... She showed me the night life.

Yeap. I said it... "Night life".

The large towns and cities around my cozy little town were over-plagued with vampires, ghouls, goblins, elves, and other leeches that are still... mortal...

But there are of course, bad guys, and thats why I'm here.

"Ophelia Lee Ruebella." I announced to our latest client. "We promise to slice and dice the guy."

Yeap, that was the slogan.

Over the year of my 17th birthday, I was taught till I ran ragged on how to wield a sword, and how to use that darn gun.

I literally felt I was going insane at points.

But, life finally settled down. I found I could work with my day life, and now my... night life... odd as it is. But oh well?

I get ready at 7:00 PM, and have to be to work at 8:00 PM sharp. Parents don't know... Don't know how long I'll be able to keep this charade up either.

But I have to... Or risk my own neck.

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Chapter I


"Just pretend you don't care." Crowley, the vampire girl told me as I suited up for a mission... To kill this... woman.

"But she has two children!"I argued, but Crowley put her hand up, indicating to stop. "Payment has been received, kill her." She told me, giving a icy glare in my direction.

I shut up and finished suiting up, two guns hidden under my trench coat, and a stilletto hidden within my midnight black boots.

Leaving the dark building, I was greeted by a chilly autumn night, fog rolling across the the ground like the last breaths of the fallen dead had seeped up from the ground.

My boots made light clanking noise against the tar road as I made my way to the apartment complex where the woman was. I took one last deep breath of the crisp night air as I disappeared in the shrouding fog, as it creeped into the building.

I glanced over to my shadow, which had been fog, as it transformed into a young woman. Then I sauntered on, looking for the room 213. I could hear various things behind the doors.

I could hear a kid crying because he had to go to bed, two people moaning, then a woman screamed. Ah, there it was... 213!

I gave a sigh looking at the bracket with 213 inscribed into it, I could already hear the whimpering of the women, pleading for her life.

Once again, I slipped threw the door, without even having to turn the doorknob. I glanced around the dark apartment, taking in the scent of three beings... An adult, and two kids...

I decided, I'd start with the mother... And then I'd tend to the kids.

I took my time walking to her room, my boots made no sound as they landed sofly in the carpet. Which room? Which room? I had to pick carefully, in fear I might wake someone up, and then the police... they'd get involed in it...

Donut-eatters...The police in this town spent more time eatting donuts at the local bakery, instead of patrolling. Like they were suppose to.

Pushing this thought from my head, I picked a door, and hoped for the best.

I grasped the cold door-knob in my hand, I made sure to grasp it very, very tightly before I turned it. The door gave a soft click, letting me know it would be safe to push the door open. And I did.

I seen the woman, maybe in her late 40's, or maybe her early 50's, curled up in a bed, alone. That made it all the more easier for me.

I walked forward, trying to decide how I'd take this one... With a quick blow to the neck, a stab threw the heart, or go medivel style on her?

I decided I'd go for a quick blow to the neck. Once the woman was dead, and I was sure she was dead, I moved on to the kids.

I felt a pang of guilt as I slaughtered them.

Their blood sprayed and decorated the walls, and I could tell it was time for her to high tail it out of there. But I was caught off when the front door to the apartment swung open... and I seen a young man... barly 15... I felt frozen in my tracks as she screamed...

Surely... this was the end of the line for me...