Dusk walked into the party silently, ignoring the loud music and laughter from the gathered people. He looked around; trying to find the man he had been sent to kill but couldn't see him in the crowd. Dusk growled quietly and moved off to a quieter corner, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. Hopefully, he would find the man quickly so that he could kill him then go home.
The place was dark, one of the shadier bars that were frequented mostly by criminals. Lights lit up only over the long bar and the dance area, the rest of the place dimly lit. The walls were cracked and had chipped paint decorating them. Stains, some looking like blood, were splattered in a few places on the floor. All in all, it was dingy gross place that Dusk hoped to leave soon.
Movement caught his eye and Dusk looked up to see his target, Kyle Guard, walk by with a drink in his hand. Guard sat down on the other side of the bar, sipping the scotch. No one was looking, no one would notice. Perfect. Before Dusk could go over, however, Guard stood up and went over to the only other person seated at the bar. It was another vampire, a female, Dusk noticed. She had long, thick, black hair and blue eyes. Guard sat down next to her with a sly grin.
Dusk watched as Guard talked to the woman, obviously chatting her up. Then, things began to get out of hand when Guard went somewhere or said something he shouldn't, Dusk couldn't tell. The woman's eyes widened and she wheeled around, taking a nearby bottle and smashed it. She made quick work of the man and he fell over, dead. Dusk stared in shock. He hadn't even needed to do anything.
Luckily, they were in a sorcerer bar and this sort of thing happened all the time so it went unnoticed. Typically, if something like this happened on a job, Dusk would just leave and say he did it then get paid. But he decided against it. Moving over to the female vampire, he sat down beside her; mindful of the dead body and the fact she was still holding her weapon.
"I saw what you did there," Dusk nodded towards Guard's body that still littered the floor at their feet. "Saved me some time."
The female vampire's eyes flickered to him. "Sorry." Her voice was soft but strong.
"No apology needed," Dusk responded. Somehow she seemed familiar, but he brushed the oddness away as she spoke.
"Good," she said. "Because he deserved it."
"Yes, I saw what he was doing. Completely inappropriate."
The woman grunted, her fingers playing over the broken bottle.
"What's your name?" Dusk asked after a moment of silence.
"Isara. Who are you?"
"Dusk."
Isara finally turned around to look at him. "I've heard of you. You're the vampire who was teamed up with Baron Vengeous."
Dusk grunted. "Yes. Can we please not talk about that?"
Isara shrugged. "Okay."
As the conversation continued, Dusk found out they had a lot in common, and their conversation was actually good. Normally, Dusk couldn't stand talking to anyone else, but Isara was much more interesting. She was an assassin, much like his mercenary activities. She traveled a lot because of this, like him.
"I've killed people in Thailand, Venezuela, America, you name it." Isara took a long drink out of her drink that she had ordered. The broken bottle was lying on the counter, forgotten. "It's sometimes hard, traveling a lot, but I've gotten used to it."
"I know the feeling," Dusk responded. "And I agree. It is sometimes difficult. Even when I get there, I can't stand the people I'm stuck working with."
"No kidding. People are so annoying."
"That they are," Dusk agreed, sipping his out of his glass.
"Sometimes they are just as bad as Sanctuary people," Isara said.
"You don't like the Sanctuary."
"No way. I hate them." Her eyes narrowed. "Why? Do you like them?"
Dusk curled his lip in disgust at the thought. "It's because of them I've had to go from country to country, trying to get them off my trail."
Isara nodded. "I've had to do that myself, more than once."
Dusk downed his drink then checked the time. "The bar is closing soon," he said.
Isara sighed silently. "Too bad, I was actually enjoying myself for a change."
"Why don't we meet again later?" Dusk suggested without thinking.
Isara brightened. "Okay, how about coffee Thursday at that new café downtown."
"I'll see you then," Dusk stood and paid for his drink then left the bar, looking forward to Thursday.
Just to warn you, I am not normally a romance person; but I have decided that if I will someday write more seriously, I should try out some other genres.
Please review and tell me what you think and I might continue.
Also, Isara is not an OC. She was the vampire who was talking to Dusk in the Maleficent Seven.