The night is as usual, dark and cold. The way Lucy loves. She walks slowly down the countryside road to nowhere. The lights are really dim, but she couldn't care less. There aren't a lot people there, and she really enjoys walking without people around her. She hated attention. Period.
She looks at her phone. Eleven twelve. She doesn't want to go back to her house yet. It's always cold and lonely, only she, an annoying nanny and a boring maid live there. Why aren't her parents there? Well, when have they be a part of her life? Since she was five, they haven't been around at lot. The only interaction they have is phone calls. She knows they are sacred of her. All because of her eyes, dark red eyes. Most of people are afraid of them. They are not the type of red eyes you get from wearing a colored contact or anything like that, instead they are bloody red and real. Yes, of course it's real. She is born with them.
"Excuse me. Where is Miss Rainey's house?" A huge man suddenly blocked her way. His voice is dark and low. Lucy couldn't see his face clearly under the dim light, but she could tell he is about thirty.
"Why do you want to see her?" Lucy asked in confusion. The last thing would happen to her is visitors. She lives a very isolated life.
"I am the one asking here." The voice couldn't be more irritating, "Where. Is. She?" He moves closer to her, but doesn't make any sound. He is a lot taller than her, so she could feel his shadow casts on her. She is an average 5'6, but he is somewhere around 6'8. He sniffs a little bit, she smells like jasmine.
"Right here. I am Miss Rainey. Who are you?" Lucy doesn't know why she decides to answer a stranger, it's not a thing she would usually do.
"Victor Creed." He looks down at her heart shaped face and long wavy black hair. As well trained as he is, he wouldn't give any one his name right away. But this damn girl looks so different, different from other weak greedy selfish humans. There's something inside her similar to him.
"Don't tell me my father send you here." Lucy doesn't even realize the heated and irritation in her own voice.
"No, but yes. My visit here related to Mr. and Mrs. Rainey. By the way, I am just doing my job." He smiled a little bit and extended his claws to press her soft skin a little bit.
She looks confused, but mostly sacred. Finally, she breaks the silence, "And your job is? What do you mean by no but yes?" She widens her eyes and holds her breath as if waiting for her fate.
"One question at a time." Victor smiles when he hears her heart racing. He knows he starts to enjoy playing this game with his pretty little prey. To make the game more fun, he adds: "Only one, right now."
She swallowed difficultly, and has hard time choose between which questions she should ask. Finally, she made her decision, "What do you mean by no but yes?"
"So, you ready for the answer?" Victor loves the tension he could sense from her. It gets him excited and makes his blood flows way faster than normal.
She nods a little, and holds her breath for the answer. But Victor just smiles and keeps really quite. Finally, she breaks the silence, "What is it? Tell me."
Victor chuckled, "I like how you hold your breath."
"Not answering." She rolls her eyes.
"I told you my visit here related to Mr. and Mrs. Rainey." He decides to not give her a real answer. He is looking forward her reaction.
"So, is that your answer?" Lucy feels anger rising in her chest, "Don't tell me you came all the way here to play word games with me. If so, you are not welcome here. And let me go." she forgets about the claws pressing against her arm.
Victor laughs and looks at her in the eyes. Someone needs some anger management class from him. He only finds more fun when he senses her blood pressure raising. He presses his claws into her skin a little ."No. You need to listen clearly when I am talking. I am here doing my job."
"So would you please tell me what is your job?" Lucy realizes the how threatening and dangerous he is and clams herself down as quickly as possible.
"You haven't hear my words, have you?" He sounds more than amused.
"I did. I fucking did." She couldn't help, bu let her irritation came out.
He raises his eyebrow in a surprised curve. "Wow. I thought girls from a good family like you with a good education don't cuss."
"First, I am not from a GOOD family and my education is all messed up. Second, I don't cuss unless it's necessary. Third, you are changing the topic."
He smiles. What a smart girl. This game could be interesting as ever. The more he smiles, the angrier she gets. She starts cursing under her breath. Finally, she had enough. "You. Do your fucking job." He looks at the demanding little girl stands in front of him and leans in to kiss her on her lip.
She is trying to pull away. Victor feels annoyed, but her lip tastes so damn sweet. He hugs her tighter and presses his claws in her skin. He let go to give her a chance to catch her breath.
"What are you doing?" She is more shocked than angered.
"My JOB."
"What? My father hired you to kiss me."
"No. But he said I can do anything I want to you." He enjoys to look on her face so much. Shocked, angry, confused, fear... And hurt? Well, he doesn't like to see that expression on her, but he doesn't know why.
"Give me a minute." Lucy feels tears coming up. Her own father gives her to a damn scary guy. For what? Her red eyes? Fuck him!
Instead of letting her having the minute alone, he pulls her in for a hug. "You dad is a bastard. Don't let him get to you."
"Stop. Go away. You work for him, don't you?" She pulls away from him. She couldn't stand anyone related to her father now.
"Watch your imagination, girl. I do not work for him," his voice is soft and somewhat comforting. "And sorry. I can't go away. Have to do my job."
"Tell me your job." She doesn't care as much now. She digs her head in his shoulder and finds a comfortable position in his arms."Please, Victor." She is crying.
The way she says his name make him smile. "I am a killer."