Of Assassins and Demons Part1 (Updated 20th May 2009)

[Heaven-leigh]

Ok Firelight, here's the first part of requested assassin story, enjoy :D

“You did what?!”
“I…I’m sorry.” The male mumbled, the futility of the uttered words clear in his expression.
“Oh you’re sorry, well that clears everything up.” The female spat sarcastically. The male just stared helplessly at the floor, shuffling his feet like a guilty child, scorned for staying out too late.
“Jesus Warren. What’s wrong with you?” The female asked, exasperation in her stance as her arms flew up for emphasis. He continued to stare at the floor, no longer seeing it as his mind took him elsewhere. From her high perch, Elvira watched this exchange with amusement, studying the way the frustration built in the female’s face, the lines getting deeper and deeper, her temper boiling dangerously high until – there we go, she thought, smiling. The female had stepped forward and struck the male square in the face.
“I can’t do this anymore Warren!” The female shouted, before visibly calming herself, “You need to leave.” She said, her voice carefully level. The male raised his eyes again, meeting hers, his expression disbelieving. “Get out!” The female shrieked, her hands forming tight fists as, with great effort, she held them rigidly at her sides. Elvira saw this and the temptation to simply watch grew further. It wasn’t the fact that the female could decide to hurt Warren further that intrigued her, it was the fact that in her state of anger the female had a chance to kill him.
Warren laughed then, long and low. The female was completely thrown off, the argument forgotten as her hands went limp at her sides. Elvira watched with interest as Warren turned to walk out of the door to her left, and then stopped, he seemed confused, or agitated before turning back to the female.
“Help! Please Kira, help me!” He cried. Kira just stared, mouth slightly open and eyes wide in confusion. Warren seemed to shake himself before laughing again: that same low, disturbing laugh that crept under Elvira’s skin and caused her to physically shiver, almost losing her grip on the walls. She held herself in the darkest corner of the room, just below the high ceiling and using only her arms to push her supple form into the cleft where the walls met. She couldn’t afford to readjust herself now and her hands had shifted position from the involuntary movement, her legs tensing in response as her body slowly slid down the wall. She was making no sound, but it wouldn’t be long before she slipped low enough to be visible, the sharp contrast of black to white below her testifying that fact. Her descent was slow however, so she focussed on more pressing matters, like the movements of Warren in the centre of the grand room.
He was sneering at Kira, who was frozen in place; her eyes only were moving, cautiously following every action Warren carried out as he turned and stalked once more to the left door, only this time changing course halfway and walking instead to the door directly below Elvira. As he moved closer, his brisk and purposeful pace brought a little relief to her mind as she knew he would be long gone before she became visible. He stopped suddenly, tilting his face up slightly, eyes closed, and seemed to breathe in whatever success he believed he had gained from that short rendezvous.
He opened his eyes and Elvira bit down hard on her tongue to stop from crying out loud, managing to tame it to a sharp inhale as she watched in horror. His pupils were bleeding out into the rest of the eye, flooding them with a darkness she was all-too familiar with. He blinked a few times and looked up further – directly at her.
Then he grinned, his cruel lips sliding up and out to show a full set of gleaming white teeth that hadn’t seemed so ominous until now. She bit down harder, tasting the familiar tang of iron: perhaps he wasn’t looking at her; he could just be smiling to himself…right? Unconvinced she tried even harder to halt her descent – there was no way she would face one of his kind alone again. His smile fell as he saw this, the impending challenge he had thirsted for swept away in an instant, and he strode sulkily out of the door as much more urgent matters came to mind.
Elvira released her tongue and took in a deep breath before dropping silently to the floor. Kira’s frozen form finally thawed, her mouth closing and she studied the newcomer with a friendly curiosity, and…was that…recognition?

Thanks for reading! - hope you enjoyed it and sorry there wasn't actually an assassination in this part, but I'm thinking that will change soon :)

[Heaven-leigh]

Thanks :) There is more - it's just put as the previous post (if you know how to change the order of these things, the help would be much appreciated, thanks!)

[BishiBower]

Hey...that was pretty good. Sent chills to my back reading it. o.o [claps]

[Taylor]

oh cool!!!!!!!!! love it!!! more please :D

[Heaven-leigh]

Lol, uh...thanks :P The second part is up here too, it's just the previous post instead :)

[Tom Rotondo]

This was quite good... I actually remember reading it a few weeks ago.

[[e]LiFaN[t]™©]

...there is? *looks through her blogs and smacks her forehead* doh! why is it posted before part 1?? i didnt think to look at the previous....

[Heaven-leigh]

There is a part two m'dear :D

[[e]LiFaN[t]™©]

so....is there gonna be a part 2 or what?? dying of curiousity here!!

[Heaven-leigh]

Wow, thanks! :D Glad you enjoyed it...

[Tom Rotondo]

This was actually very good! You felt the anticipation of the assassin on the ceiling watching the whole scene go on below. Very good, once again.