Lunacy

Chapter One: Blood Moon

She popped another bubble out of the pink gum in her mouth absentmindedly a cheery grin seemingly permanently plastered to her face. Her eyes, gold and bright, had a more cold and calculating look, contradicting the childish, carefree image the rest of her spoke of. She was just that, a lie that was used to gain the trust of the target and destroy it. Smiles were scary after all, especially if they never changed to anything else. Smiles are for the happy yes, but also the deranged and inhuman. She twirled the string on her bunny-styled red hoodie around her finger, her hips swaying back and forth as she rocked herself from heel to tiptoe, in her thick, belted up, platform boots, in a typical childish show of absent minded boredom. Sometimes the velvety black mini skirt she wore would reveal the white lacey underwear she wore just beneath, but she seemed mostly oblivious, though she was well aware of its effect on her target. He eyed her hungrily every time he noticed the white scrap of cloth. She wore black lace stockings that ended mid-thigh, showing off her amazing, and not entirely "childlike" legs, despite her short stature. Her breasts were nearly popping out of her not entirely zipped up hoodie, yet another characteristic that was very unchildish about her. Again, a lie, though her physical features were all natural. She just happened to play up her youthful looking face, tying back her hair in matching low ponytails on either side of her face for an added effect. This made it so easy. She would tempt them close, using her looks and supposed demeanor to lure them ever closer, like a lovely flower, and then close shut on them, ripping them to pieces and destroying them entirely, like some carnivorous plant. Oh she liked that. She needed to remember to write that down later, after this little "talk" with their, she and her partner's target, was over with.

She aggressively chewed on harder on the gum, sliding out another stick of it from her pocket, a very candy-colored purple strip in silver wrapping, as she left one ear open to her partners probing question in the tight white walled room. Some of the things this monster said pissed her off, and made her want to bite him, chew him up into a bloody mess, then spit him out again. Then again, she hated the taste of blood, too metallic and warm. Though the smell was, to her, as sweet and lovely as the smell of fresh baked cookies was to every other person. Thoughtfully she was glad that her "Kitty", her partner, had the forethought to hand her a packet of the chewy goodness before entering this barren interrogation room, only just recently cleaned of blood that it still smelled faintly like bleach. Gum always gave her a pleasant way to divert her biting habit while still appearing to be cute and adorable, and most of all, harmless. That reminded her of something.

She glanced in the direction of her caramel-colored hair partner and the scum in front of her. She suppressed a sneer as she noticed him leering at her as she spoke to her Kitten about cutting a deal. She noticed her Kitten didn't even try to suppress her disgust of the monster, but complete the deal she did. Kitten turned to her one last time and raised a brow before gathering up her stuff to leave her alone her with the dirt bag. "You have five minutes." She grinned, in completely obliviously-to-the-implications way in the eyes of the man, but her Kitten knew that smile anywhere. "I'll only need a few seconds Kitten dearest." Her bloodlust was showing. Kitten nodded, not without an ominous shiver first, then left, locking the door behind her.

At the first sound of the final click the man immediately made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist in an unmistakable show of possession, his disgusting breath wafting towards her nose as he practically cackled "sweet nothings" into her ears. He smelled of alcohol and rotted meat, though she also detected a faint trace of something metallic in his breath. In all likely hood, it was blood, blood of those innocent girls, barely any a day over the age of ten that her department pulled out of the river over the course of a month. Soon they would have their vengeance. It all came down to this, and strangely, she was very happy about that, one could almost say ecstatic. Perhaps, she thought, I really am as crazy and twisted as they say I am.

She smiled serenely; her hands immediately finding the hilt of her knives in her pocket. Wasting no time, she broke his hold, possible breaking his elbow in the process since he let out a yelp, that she quickly cut short with a swift cut to his throat. She then kicked his knees, causing him to collapse into a kneeling position. It was highly likely his kneecaps were now broken, too. Ah, an appropriate begging position, that is if he could have spoken. Laughing pleasantly under her breath she leaned down and whispered playfully into his ear before the last few seconds of life left him. "You wanted to play didn't you? Well this is how this little monster plays with all the other monsters." With one last gruesome blow she severed his head; his expression forever stuck in one of horrified surprise, and kicked his body over. Glancing around the room one last time she smiled. "Looks like this room needs to be cleaned again." She giggled and tapped on the heavy door for her partner to release her.

Alex tapped her keyboard annoyed, moving a few of the silvery blonde hair that often fell in front of her face at the least opportune times. The room, an office with three desks in it, was dark, cramped, but cozy with all the antique furniture and abundance of drapes and pillows. Most of the wood in the room, including the numerous bookshelves were stained a dark color, making the already dimly-lit room seem even smaller. In fact the brightest light was coming from her computer.

Frustrated she hit send on her computer, having not found much to add to her report of her last mission, and got up to go check her little tidbit of shelf space for a DVD that she could watch on her computer to relax. She kicked aside a few of her fellows' books that covered the selves, even spilling over to stacks on the ground, as she tried to make a pathway towards the opposite side of the room. She tripped. Alex cursed in German and kicked the stack of books to the side, hearing them hit the wall with a satisfying thud. She grinned, wolf-like, and made a note to chase down Rosalva for her mess. To think, Rosalva adored books like they were the most holy thing in the world and yet she still left them just where ever for others, in particular her team though their boss that one time as well, to trip over. Then again, Rosalva never tripped over her own books let alone her own mess. Perhaps that was the reason. Then again, it could be her way of deterring their absolutely annoying boss.

Talk about passive aggressive and you could put a picture right next to that word in the dictionary of their "beloved" boss. She snickered as she imagined the expression he probably was wearing about now, courtesy of her own partner, Laverna, a mischievous imp of a girl with a tough personality, and a no nonsense attitude. The four of them in the team all looked very different. Alex herself looked almost fay like, and was more often than not, mistaken as a very beautiful boy with silvery blonde hair and silver grey eyes that carried a faint trace of blue in them. Rosalva, despite being the oldest was by far the youngest looking, and shortest in the group and often played at being childish despite her role when it came to missions. Laverna, a younger girl, just barely younger than Rosalva, had a halo of light brown curls, long and to her shoulders, and a smirk of a smile always made people think she knew more than she was telling. She had a soft spot for most animals, particularly dogs and strays, but often had a harsher attitude towards humans. Not surprising in the least though, considering her past, considering all their pasts. The last, and most level head of the four girl team, was Rosalva's partner, her "Kitten" as Rosalva named her, Tuula. She was perhaps the youngest in the group but still the one that was nicknamed "Mother" by nearly everyone. Alex snickers as she remembers Tuula's many angry outbursts over the quite apt nickname.

Alex turned her head, her hand hovering just inches from the DVD shelf in preparation to choose one, when she hears a subtle beeping sound from her computer. After a few moments of surprise she makes her way back over and opens her messages to see what she was sent by the boss that was more important than her watching a movie. She grinned, a devilish grin with a light in her eyes that cleared the boredom clean out of herself, her heart on fire, quick and ready. Her team had a new mission and the wolf was ready for the hunt.

Tuula grumbled as Rosalva and she walked down the artificially lit and cramped hallways back to their office, still frustrated with Rosalva's lack of care towards the mess she made, yet again, in the interrogation room. It's not that she didn't believe the damned werewolf in there had not deserved his fate, it was just that Tuula was annoyed that she had to yet again call on the clean-up team to deal with the blood and body. It's not Rosalva they ever complained too, they were far too frightened of her, but instead her team's boss, the worst boss to face the world, and who always whined to Tuula, he too was far too scared of Rosalva, Alexandra, and Laverna. She wished that she exuded the same danger aura that her three other teammates did. Too many thought she was a "nice" and "sane" person despite every one of her teammates claiming the opposite. She was far more grounded than the others, far less likely to get caught, which made her seem more sane and "normal". That was simply the smarter route when you wanted to get things done, not the actual truth.

Suddenly she saw Alex, her real name being Alexandra, burst out of the gloom of their shared office; notice her and Rosalva, and come charging over excitedly to meet them. "We got a mission in Wizarding England!"