P R O L O G U E
"You have no idea what you're doing." The body of evil almost growled, backing up slowly. The creature's movements were almost fluid, his steps flowing in a sort of rhythm. His bronze locks were the only things that seemed alive about him. His eyes were the darkest gold, meaning thirst or something equally ridiculous.
It was sickening. "Oh, I think I know exactly what I'm about to do." Pistol raised, hand steady, I approached him, mirroring his steps. I had no choice but to do away with him. He was a monster - monsters are to be eliminated. I would have to deal with his mate later.
"We have done no harm." He said for the umpteenth time. "What makes you think you can just show up and destroy everything we have?" His voice turned soft, almost a whisper. Even then he sounded harmless. He always did. He always wasn't.
"You have nothing." I said through clenched teeth. It bothered me that he didn't run. "You never did. That damn doctor should've left you to die. If his heart didn't bleed so often, he wouldn't have made the idiotic mis--" He pounced before I'd finished my sentence.