The design upon the silver grew more defined under the pale of the moon, giving it impeccable beauty.
The only light came from the soft glow of the moon, streaming in through the open window. He inwardly grinned at how it made his blade shine; the woman gasped, seemingly entranced by its gleam, yet terrified by the realization that she was going to die by it. She looked into the assassin's eyes, taken aback by the coldness that resided in them.
The blade gleamed once more, then collided with her throat, gracefully invading skin and muscle. As the sweet, beautiful sound of flesh departing filled his ears, the grin became external; no matter how many times it was heard, it never ceased to send a hot sensation down his spine.
Gently, he placed her body on the floor, moving her limbs into a curved upwards position, as if she were flying; her lifeless corpse on the mahogany floor, blood seeping from her decapitation was a work of art. He reveled in such fancies.
He looked into the eyes of the woman, a lovely shade of blue, and set her head upon the bed in which she and her husband slept. He grinned at the thought; the man would be thrilled to learn of his wife's death; he was a satisfying costumer, indeed. Never had the assassin taken a contract that involved marital betrayal.
He gazed upon his masterpiece once more, hesitant to leave it; the blood and mahogany combination was simply beautiful.
Sighing at his forced abandonment, yet smirking at his success, he exited from whence he came, gracefully leaping out of the window and falling into shadow once again. In his wake, lying underneath the bed of betrayal, a child wept.
Author's Note: So, yeah. New story. I was planning to post when I'd gotten at least ten chappies done, but I got too impatient/eager to wait any longer. Like it? Should I continue?