It was evening.
The sun had sank low under the horizon, casting a few last beams of dying light over the city of Italy. A few people were mingling about the half-closed fair, buying a few trinkets for family, friends, or loved ones. Charming, the Italian mobster girl thought, her nose wrinkled in disgust. She was absentmindedly reminded of what her father, mother, family, and the rest of the clan kept telling her: "you need to find a dragon in order to keep the rule going. You are the chosen phoenix to do it."
At least, that was what her father had kept on saying.
Before he disappeared, that is.
Perched on top of the warehouse, Filadae, nicknamed Firefly, perched next to a smokestack, clenching a lit cigar in her teeth, her blood orange eyes scanning the dwindling crouds for her target, a well-known drug dealer named Dominik Fleanttio. Dear Dommy forgot to pay up on time, unfortunately, and Firefly was the one in charge to make sure that the rival clans either paid up, or paid with blood.
And Dommy chose blood.
She finally spotted him, a slightly overweight, balding man in a grey business suit, carrying a briefcase, quickly slipping through the crouwds, trying to keep cover. Fat chance of that, with his baldspot glittering like a diamond in the rough. With a huff that expelled trails of smoke into the cooling air, Firefly leapt off the roof, making certain to hold her velvet black fedora while doing so, having it half-ticked under her black jacket, showing she was wearing a red tank top underneath. She landed almost silently- her black leather boots creaking slightly, and Dommy whipped around, spotting Firefly.
"M-mi-mistress Capatchia." He greeted, shakily bowing formally. "what brings you here at this time?"
"you."
At that, Dommy broke into a full on run, suprising Firefly with how fast the fat man could dart. She surprise wore away into amusement.
"you wanna run? I'll show you what you have to run from."
(authors note:
so hey! my first story. well i finally figured out how to upload the dumb things.
anyways, this is (yes) a paring story, paring two of my favorite characters i have created (second character, Flame, is owned by someone else. i do not own him. she does.) there will be more uploads after this.)