Dance With the Devil
Copyright © 2006
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"I am death. I make no excuses for what I am."
"Will you kill me?" Her question brought a small grin to his face, a grin she recognized, but could not place. So she continued to watch him, this sebacean who had betrayed his people. She had seduced him and brought him to her hotel room on this dren-hole of a commerce planet to bring him to a point where he dropped his guard just enough for her to complete her mission.
He walked back to her, two drinks in hand, offering her one. "I only do what the Emperor tells me to do," he spoke with his slow, smooth voice.
She smiled, downing the bitter, warm liquid in one gulp, then laid back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Did he tell you to frell me?" she purred.
"No," he grinned again, climbing on top of her, pressing himself against her. "I frell whomever I want."
"Good." She pulled him down and kissed him, her tongue probing his mouth. It almost made her gag. This man had been the cause of hundreds of sebacean deaths, Peacekeeper and non-Peacekeeper alike. He was deemed to be a priority target by Peacekeeper High Command, his death to be carried out effective immediately, and she was chosen to be the one to terminate him.
She slowly maneuvered her hand to his head, ready to unleash the weapon hidden within her wrist. He was there – he had lowered his defenses. But he broke their kiss, pulling away from her hand. He whispered against her lips, "You know my name, but I don't know yours. That's not very fair."
A minor annoyance, but she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing the name of his executioner. She was merely a representative of all those he had murdered. Tracing the edge of his closely shaved beard, she smiled, "Does it really matter?"
"No, it doesn't," he paused, sliding into her, "but it is still a pleasure meeting you."
She let a sigh escape from her lips to keep up appearances as he stroked her. Being a male, he would never know she was faking. It also gave her the chance to maneuver her hand to the back of his neck once again. Running her fingers through his curly hair, she positioned her wrist just behind his neck. A single flick of the wrist would be the end of this monster.
Crack. She more heard her neck snap than felt it, but it hadn't killed her. Had he known she was sent to kill him? That she was the one who was given the assignment to stop his reign of terror? She doubted she would find out for her brain could only function for a few more microts without oxygen.
She couldn't feel it as he turned her head to face him. He flashed her that grin again. "You and I are very much alike, Jenavian Chatto. As I said, I only do what the Emperor tells me to do."
She understood, and she had an answer to her question.
