Chapter 4: Measure 4

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." ― Friedrich Nietzsche

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Months had passed now since Moriarty brought the Fate into his web, and she was already proving herself to be rather useful. He looked over to where she was positioned; her small stature had been used to her advantaged nearly five minutes ago when she got behind an assassin sent to kill him. The failures blood now stained his newly redone balcony, and his new shadow's hands were covered by red. It really was an alluring sight, drawing him in further to the mystery that was Anaca Romanov.

Alessa looked up from where she'd just pulled a long knife out of the back of the Black Butler. An assassin who'd been on her marks list for a long time, she likes to think that she was killing two birds with one stone. Earning her place among Moriarty's web and getting rid of assassins that were on her marks list. She walked back inside his office, leaving the body on the balcony Sebastian would dispose of it later. He watched her as she glided back into the room, and moved swiftly over to the bathroom entrance. Nevertheless he supposed she was going to rid her stainless skin of the blood, before rejoining his for tea. Moriarty gave a distasteful glance over towards his window, whoever the idiot was that sent that buffoon sure had it coming from his new pet.

"His name was Sebastian Michael; in the underground world he was called the Black Butler. He was just another mediocre assassin; Interpol has him on one of their most wanted list. You should have Sebastian deliver him to them, I'm sure they'd enjoy it." Alessa spoke as she re-entered the room, she walked over to the chair that sat across from Moriarty and took the seat with a very graceful air. He nodded his head at the string of information; she was good to have around.

"Yes. Sebastian, do take care of the body." Moriarty spoke, a looming figure came walking in from just outside the office. He had two other men with him; they hoisted the body up and threw him over the mantel. Sebastian smirked at the spider.

"We don't won't to ruin you precious rug, sir." Alessa found herself giving the other man a snide look, as he left.

"Let's continue now, my dear." Moriarty told her as his office door clicked shut.

"Very well."

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It was September when Alessa returned back to her flat again, Moriarty had given her the day off. A feat she was very grateful for, she would use the 24 hours for research and to visit the cemetery. The first task of her day off started early, around 4am. She woke in her own bed about 3:45 after sleeping only two hours from when she arrived home early that night.

Alessa walked over to her dresser and slid on a pair of black skinny jeans and pulled grey leg warmers over the pants once her jeans were on. For her top, she put a maroon tank top over her black bra, and over the tank top she wore a thick knit sweeter that gathered at her neck. Her boots sat next to her bedroom door and she was quick to pull those on afterwards. Gathering her hair into her hands she threw her locks into a messy bun. She left her flat by exactly 4am, grabbed the motorcycle given to her by Moriarty and sped away from her home.

Parking the bike at the entrance to the cemetery she swung herself off the bike and her feet hit the dirt patch with a light thud. A shadowy figure appeared behind the entrance to the cemetery, it nodded it's head at her before following after her as she made her way through the overgrowth. Finally a voice spoke. "It's been awhile Fates." The woman's voiced reached her ears, an older blonde woman in her early 30s appeared in the little light.

"It's good to see that you still loom around graveyards. The Undertaker was such a fitting caller for you." Alessa said with a smirk, the other woman rolled her eyes.

"Fates, you must think you're so funny. This is a matter of most importance. I've heard from a canary that you are working for the Spider, are you absolutely mad? Ali he'll do away with you before you will even know it. You'll be just another play thing to him." The Undertaker scolded her, Alessa rolled her eyes at the blonde woman.

"And dead, don't forget she'll be dead." A third voice called out, a young woman only a few years older than Alessa sat on one of the tombstones. She peered down at them with large bright blue eyes; her night colored hair was tied securely in a braid. It was The Reaper; Alessa rolled her eyes at both women.

"Reaper, of course, you'd fancy my death." The blacked haired woman gave Alessa a crazy smile.

"Of course." Reaper said with an eerie air. The blonde woman sighed, before handing Alessa a manila file.

"You're too stupid to listen to us Fates, so you'll need this." Alessa took the folder in her hand before nodding her thanks and then quickly exiting the graveyard. By the time she reentered London in was six am.

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It was well after lunch time when Alessa walked up the steps to Moriarty's manor, her day off had been cut short as she had been called back in. Something had come up, and he required his leading lady to be at his side. Tonight he was going to attend a formal gathering, to gain new wealthy suppliers to his web. So what wouldn't have been better than to have such an alluring temptress at his side; she would after all be the perfect actress for tonight's gathering. Alessa made her way into his office in a light-footed gentle pace; she was the perfect assassin after all. No one in all her career ever saw her coming; they were dead before they had ever seen it happen.

"Good your back, we have a gala to attend to tonight. You're my date." Alessa rolled her eyes at his childlike demanding tone.

"I assume, you had one of your servants go and get me appropriate attire for this evening." Alessa inquired, pulling her chair away from his desk and sitting in it. So he could inform her of tonight's details.

Alessa stood in her private room about forty-five minutes later. A tight fitting, one shoulder knee length black dress was laid out on her bed; and red heels were sitting on the floor under it. She walked into her bathroom to apply her makeup, and to fix her hair. About an hour later Alessa was pulling the last hot roller out of her hair and pulling it up into a half-up style. She glided over to her bed and pulled the dress on, her arms reached behind her as she fumbled with the zipper a knock sounded at her door.

The door opened, Moriarty was standing in the frame. Alessa looked over at him with little interest. "Could you give me a hand here?" She asked him in a feigned tone. Moriarty stepped further into her room; he walked over to the woman. She pulled her hair out of the way of the zipper, and he silently zipped her dress up, he smirked at the lace of her bra.

"Red really does suit you." He said after her dress was zipped and she had sat on the bed to put her shoes on. Alessa looked up at him, her makeup made her eyes look seductive as she peered at him. A light smirk graced her lips. She didn't thank him, but she stood and accepted his outstretched hand. He escorted her down the stairs and out to the awaiting car.

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The event was being held at Mathias Scott's manor just outside of Oxford. Alessa knew of Mathias Scott, he was an employee of The British Government; this could potentially be either a really good thing or a really bad thing. She would decide for herself the result later on. Currently she and Moriarty were engaging in a conversation with a famous actor of the BBC, who actually knew Moriarty. They were going under the name of Brook.

This was a nice piece of information for Alessa; one of Moriarty's personas was practically famous. The gentleman they were speaking to turned and asked her a question. "So Mrs. Brook, how did you and my mate meet. Last we knew was this bloke was gonna take a year hiatus, and then suddenly he's gone and got hitched. You must be pretty special, to tame this guy." Alessa threw in a small laugh, totally unfazed.

"He never told you about me? We met in Uni we were in the same theatre class but I was a year under him, we lost touch for a few years but about a year and a half ago we ran into one another at, Richie where was it again I simply cannot think of its name." She asked lightly placing her hand on his shoulder; he smiled at her pleased with her acting.

"It was at that bar in London, you were there by yourself and I offered to buy you a drink." He finished for her; the other man looked convinced of their story. The other actor slapped Moriarty on his shoulder with a laugh.

"Well congrats man, I'd hold on to her, she gorgeous." He told him, and then he walked away. Moriarty would never praise his new favorite pet but his very content with her performance. This was looking like it would be the beginning of something deadly.

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Hope you like this new installment, and hope you enjoy the little tease at the end. Richard Brook, James Moriarty eh there the same… Anyway please leave a review and tell me what you think. To be continued next time…. Lol

Sincerely,

La'Rae