The Nightingale Murders
Prologue
By: Nekura Megami the Dark Goddess
He ran his slim, agile fingers down the edge of the blade. The feel of the cold steel against his skin thrilled him, more that he could say. He slid the jeweled dagger into the top of his tall boot. He looked in the mirror, deciding that he was the very image of a predator. The sheaf of arrows swung down his back as he turned to grab his bow. On this night, an "innocent" would be innocent no longer.
His boots thumped on the cobblestone streets, making a horrible echoing sound that could send chills up you spine. He advanced into the small tavern slowly, careful not to make anyone suspicious. He had left his bow and arrows in the alley beside the bar, he figured that he would only need them only if his victim tried to escape or if someone got a little too nosy.
He spotted her at last, sitting by the bar with another young woman. After all the years that had passed, he doubted she would recognize him. The sight of her gorgeous wavy hair and her smooth, creamy skin sent his senses reeling, just as they had back in the days of school. The scent of her vanilla perfume wafted over to him, the temptation was too much to resist any longer. He figured now was as good a time as any. He picked his way across the beer-bottle and peanut-shell littered flooring of the tavern to proceed with step one of his plan...
The police didn't find the body until the next morning. The young woman's flesh was so slashed and mangled that it made identification impossible. Unless they could find I.D. in the heap of ripped clothing next to her, they would have to resort to dental records... and none of them wanted that.
The Chief of Police stood beside the scene, smoking a cigarette and watching the medical examiners scurry about. His lieutenant approached him slowly.
"Sir," he began tentatively,"We found her wallet. All of her credit cards, money and jewelry were still here. This was not common robbery... This was cold-blooded murder."
The finality of the words chilled him straight down to the bone, but he found his voice and managed to speak.
"Any identification?" his tone was bland and impersonal.
"We found her driver's license. Her name was Hermione Granger, age 21."
So young... she had her whole life ahead of her, he thought, what a waste. An utter, utter waste.
"Alright, clean her up!" he barked at the medical personnel, peeved at the situation, "And send me the medical reports as soon as you determine the cause of death!"
He threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out; there was nothing more he could do here.
Disclaimer- Everything here, except Hermione, belongs to Moi. So back off! *J/k*
Author's Note- OMG! Someone actually read this far! *Faints* It's unbelievable! Now, I only wrote this to get over writers' block and I don't even know if it worked to please, please give me a break here. I would like to thank Christi for encouraging me to write smut, I'm just glad this didn't turn out like that. Flames are welcome, I already know that this was too short and too strange.
Prologue
By: Nekura Megami the Dark Goddess
He ran his slim, agile fingers down the edge of the blade. The feel of the cold steel against his skin thrilled him, more that he could say. He slid the jeweled dagger into the top of his tall boot. He looked in the mirror, deciding that he was the very image of a predator. The sheaf of arrows swung down his back as he turned to grab his bow. On this night, an "innocent" would be innocent no longer.
His boots thumped on the cobblestone streets, making a horrible echoing sound that could send chills up you spine. He advanced into the small tavern slowly, careful not to make anyone suspicious. He had left his bow and arrows in the alley beside the bar, he figured that he would only need them only if his victim tried to escape or if someone got a little too nosy.
He spotted her at last, sitting by the bar with another young woman. After all the years that had passed, he doubted she would recognize him. The sight of her gorgeous wavy hair and her smooth, creamy skin sent his senses reeling, just as they had back in the days of school. The scent of her vanilla perfume wafted over to him, the temptation was too much to resist any longer. He figured now was as good a time as any. He picked his way across the beer-bottle and peanut-shell littered flooring of the tavern to proceed with step one of his plan...
The police didn't find the body until the next morning. The young woman's flesh was so slashed and mangled that it made identification impossible. Unless they could find I.D. in the heap of ripped clothing next to her, they would have to resort to dental records... and none of them wanted that.
The Chief of Police stood beside the scene, smoking a cigarette and watching the medical examiners scurry about. His lieutenant approached him slowly.
"Sir," he began tentatively,"We found her wallet. All of her credit cards, money and jewelry were still here. This was not common robbery... This was cold-blooded murder."
The finality of the words chilled him straight down to the bone, but he found his voice and managed to speak.
"Any identification?" his tone was bland and impersonal.
"We found her driver's license. Her name was Hermione Granger, age 21."
So young... she had her whole life ahead of her, he thought, what a waste. An utter, utter waste.
"Alright, clean her up!" he barked at the medical personnel, peeved at the situation, "And send me the medical reports as soon as you determine the cause of death!"
He threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out; there was nothing more he could do here.
Disclaimer- Everything here, except Hermione, belongs to Moi. So back off! *J/k*
Author's Note- OMG! Someone actually read this far! *Faints* It's unbelievable! Now, I only wrote this to get over writers' block and I don't even know if it worked to please, please give me a break here. I would like to thank Christi for encouraging me to write smut, I'm just glad this didn't turn out like that. Flames are welcome, I already know that this was too short and too strange.