A Lonely Soul
AN: I'm going to rewrite this entire story, since it's filled with grammar and spelling mistakes. So yeah, please don't start nagging about it. Thank you. I don't think there'll be major changes in the plot, but you never know. Enjoy reading.
Chapter 1
The sky was dark, very dark. The sun was struggling to stay in the sky, but it knew the moon would come up any second now and lighten the night sky. The stars were starting to shine. A figure standing on the roof started to smirk, showing shiny teeth. "Almost", the figure whispered. A strong breeze made the hood covering its head fall off. Ash colored hair became visible and green eyes were staring to the ground, waiting. The girl took a deep breath and looked up to the dark night. He'd come for sure this time, she knew it. He'd enter this street and she'd take care of him, as promised.
She had almost given up again, when a smell caught her attention. Cheap cologne for men, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and sweat. It was him, she knew that smell too damn well. But there was something else, or rather, someone else. "You brought a friend", she softly said and laid her hand on her leg, grabbing the gun strapped to her jeans. "How nice of you."
He turned around, narrowing his eyes. He was sure he had heard a soft giggle just a second ago. "Don, you coming?" one of the other men asked. "Yeah", he replied and turned back again. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving", his friend laughed and continue to walk through the narrow street. "Where'd you like to ea-" His friend's voice was cut off as a black figure jumped on top of him. A second later a shot was fired and smoke came from the gun the figure was holding. When he looked down, he saw his friends blood streaming towards him. ¨How dare you¨, Don hissed and his hand moved to his right pocket, where he knew his gun was. ¨I´m sorry¨, a soft voice behind him said and he immediately turned around, facing a rather small girl. Her blond hair was tied into two pigtails and her eyes were closed. ¨But I can´t let you do that.¨
His body pinned up to a wall, she looked at him and nodded. This´d do the job. ¨It was a pleasure working with you¨, she said and raised a hand, placing it on his left cheek. Even though he was dead, his face was frozen and filled with terror. She liked the expression, it suited him. She released his cheek and looked down, grabbing the alcohol bottle laying near her feet. She opened it and threw some at his lifeless body. ¨Enjoy¨, she mumbled and grabbed the lighter out of her left pocket.
She looked at the guns she was holding, her reward for killing. She let out a small sigh and looked around. There was no one in the small street except for herself. She looked up and put her feet on the endge of a bench standing in front of her. Pushing herself up, she jumped on another roof and sat down. She knew she had to feed herself soon. She never drank blood from the people she killed, only thinking about it made her choke already. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, smelling the air. There was someone in the street behind her. "Alright," she mumbled to herself. "Let's do this." And with a graceful movement she jumped down.
AN: I think I´m going to make some plot changes, some smaller than the other. Reviews are welcome c:
