Oh No She Didn't
Our next job was at some club in Amsterdam. I didn't care for the name much because well I've been on too many clubs to care.
The minute I saw Bones walk into the club with a black button-up Polo shirt with black slim-fit jeans and black boots everything seemed to stop. My breath caught in my throat. He winked at me before walking behind curtains I hadn't noticed, mostly because my husband walked in.
We were after some vampire named Pulcherri. I had no idea why she called herself that but I was told it meant enchanting in Latin, but all I know is that she's separating me from me from a night of passionate love making.
Pulcherri was about 5'7", had glossy, wavy black hair. I've seen some pictures of her, she's quite pretty actually.
Vampires take forever to show up, no pun intended. I was tired of downing my gin and tonic. Then she finally appeared, I didn't approach her because there was no point yet. I wouldn't torture/kill her in front of all these humans unless absolutely necessary.
I watched her as she caught sight of Bones and moved towards him. He pretended not to see her, but I've been around Bones long enough to know that he knew what everyone was doing before they even did it.
I watched as she started talking to him, I didn't move because stuff like this happened a lot and I trusted Bones. She pushed her luck by getting close and practically putting her ass on his lap. I slowly got up, walking slow but steady towards them. My silver boots (matching my silver halter-top cocktail dress) loaded with silver seemed weightless, or maybe it was my anger.
I pulled her by her prized hair, hitting her head against my knee. I giggled, for some reason this was quite humorous. Pulling her head up again I punched her over and over again. Security kicked us out, but as soon as the toe of my boots touched the asphalt, I went after her again.
This time she retaliated, good because I liked a little challenge. She went in for my hair. Are you serious? I thought. I swung around, you would think that someone who needed to be assassinated would at least know how to fight a decent fight, I guess not.
I ended up on top of her and pinned her down. I pulled out a knife from my nicely loaded arsenal. "Now listen you see him right there?" I nodded towards Bones, who was leaning against the club. "Well he's taken. There's only one pussy that he's getting, which is mine. I'm his little kitten, his only." With every syllable, I cut her. When I started talking about pussies I noticed the cuts were deeper and I twisted the blade.
"Dead or alive?" I asked Bones, who understood that I was talking about the condition Pulcherri was wanted in.
"Dead" "No plea-" I cut her off by shoving one blade in her mouth and the other in her heart.
I literally dragged Bones by his Polo shirt. I got in my black and white mustang gt and dragged him in. I was not gonna let this slide. It wasn't his fault that he was so bloody sexy, but I wanted him to understand that he was mine and no one else's. He needs to be taught a lesson. The next time a girl walks up to him, he will turn his back.