Rain in Miami

by Marie-xx

Living in Miami, Rain tries to learn the normality of society and tries desperately to keep her Desire under control. Unable to do so she hunts the only monsters she deems killable. But Rain realises she under someone's radar and that someone doesn't tolerate killers.

1. Chapter 1

Walking slowly down the sandy beach I stare at the open sea, wondering when will the day my body will be floating at sea, free from the hell I call reality. Pretty girls jog down the beach, their luscious hair swinging side to side, men walk their dogs and old couples sit on the bench sharing an ice-cream between them. I feel nothing, less than nothing.
The sun heats my olive skin and sand rubs in-between my toes, I can feel the physical attributes of the world around me, but internally, I am empty. I stop in my tracks, carefully bending down to pick up a rock, I attempt to skip it across the glistening water but it sinks without a single skip.
Licking my dry lips, I turn my back on the sea and make my way towards civilisation again.

"Your late Rain" my manager hisses as I stalk out of the lift. I apologise and begin to walk to my office, "You're needed out in Miami metro police station" he states causing me to pause in my tracks.

"Miami metro?" I frown "I don't work with the police."

My boss's eyebrows rise with uncertainty, then with sudden anger, "Listen to me Miss Zammit, you work wherever I damn tell you do, you fucking understand that?"

I grind my teeth quietly trying to retain the Desire. I force a nod and again apologise.
"You're the only Maltese translator in Miami and it turns out that the Fire Killer only speaks Maltese, so you're in luck."

I try to force a smile, "Yeah, okay thanks." My boss nods, and for a moment he stares at me, his dark eyes burning onto my face.

"Well! What the Hell are you waiting for? Christmas? Get a fucking move on to homicide, they need you!"

I avoid the police at all costs, especially the fucking homicide department, that's all I need.

I stand in front of the mirror tying my long black hair into a ponytail and practise smiling. I even force a few fake-laughs into the acting, just so I'm prepared.

After a few fake laughs I close my eyes tightly and smack my palms against the basin. A serial killer working for the homicide, this is going to be great, it's going to be just great.