The knife clattered to the bathroom floor. Travis felt an angry tear slip down his cheeks as he pounded the wall in frustration. His fists left a dent in the fancy wallpaper and his knuckles were stringing unpleasantly. Guilt twisted up inside him; he could have hurt Reina. Just the thought of it wretched at him and he threw up bile into the toilet, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. There definitely will be no kissing tonight, he thought to himself, smiling dryly.

Once the burning sensation had subsided significantly, Travis unlocked the stall. The bathroom was still empty and for that he was grateful. Blood was still slowly dripping from his nose into the sink. He looked up at the mirror and saw that he was a complete mess. All the grooming to his hair was destroyed during the head-poundings and his shirt was wrinkled, but at least no blood had gotten on it. Travis grabbed a paper towel and began to clean up his bloody face. Red water swirled around the sink and gurgled down the drain as more blood collected. Travis was beginning to think the nosebleed would never stop. With a rolled up piece of paper towel up his nose, Travis began to do what he could to his hair. Sweat matted the hairs on his forehead, that couldn't be helped, but with patience, the rest of the hair was neatened into wavy brown locks that parted perfectly in the center. Finally, the blood stopped running. Travis disposed of all the bloody towels and glanced at his reflection, deciding he was presentable enough to go back to his date. A glance at his watch sent his stomach plummeting. He had been locked up in the bathroom for more than half an hour. Reina would have left already.

Travis decided it would be a bad idea to get mad again, that could be saved for later. With a dreading heart, he walked out of the bathroom. One of the waiters cast him a startled glance.

"Sir, are you Mr. Travis Invito?" the waiter asked.

Travis gave him a puzzled look and replied, "Yes."

"There's a note for you." The man handed him a green note.

Green? Travis's heart skipped a beat. Green was the signature color of Darryl. "Thank you," he took the note and ripped it open.

Outside, the note read. Don't bother going back to the table. I have her with me. Don't panic, Travis, everything is going to be all right. Breathe.

Travis ripped the note in half. What the bloody hell is going on? Just in case, he slipped back to the table to check. The note was right; Reina was nowhere to be found. The glasses and silverware remained completely untouched.

"Do you still need the table sir?" the waiter appeared by him.

"It doesn't look like it," Travis growled, getting more frustrated by the second. He threw the note on the table and marched out of the restaurant with as much dignity as he could muster. Outside, the moon had risen behind a veil of thin clouds and the quiet murmurs of the night crowd filled the misty London air.

Travis examined the grounds. If Darryl was here, he would have left a sign indicating where he would be waiting. At first, there was nothing. Darryl's car wasn't even in the parking lot, but he had to be here. Nobody else could have left such a note. Then, he saw it. A trail of sequins from Reina's dress littered the stone pavement. Travis went back to his car first and got a small handgun from a hidden compartment under the driver's seat. He concealed it under his jacket and followed the trail into a dark corner behind the dumpsters where none of the street lamps could reach.

"Darryl, you better start explaining and tell me where you are," Travis whispered into the night.

"Turn left and walk thirty paces," Darryl's voice called softly. "Goodbye my sweetheart," he whispered after giving Travis instructions. "It was a joy being able to meet you."

"What are you doing?" Travis demanded as he walked the last few steps. He stumbled back in horror when he saw Darryl holding the limp body of his date.

"Breathe, my dear, breathe. She's not who you think she is. Please just listen for one second. I'm so sorry, but use that brain of yours. You know Spanish fluently. What does Reina mean?"

"The Queen," Travis whispered in a trembling voice.

"Who were you sent to kill?"

"The King." It dawned on him at that moment; the Queen and the King. "No, no. Why would she have agreed to go on a dinner date with me? She can't be," Travis could feel himself near boiling point.

Darryl cleaned Reina's blood off his knife. "She's a clever one. It took more than usual to get her to follow me. I—"he stopped when he saw the look on Travis's face: pain and complete loathing. Darryl softened his voice and put his arm around Travis. "I was going to tell you, to stop you, but the Boss—no, the team decided it would be best if they didn't know that we knew about them."

Travis pulled away from Darryl's comforting arm. "You know, I never wanted this." He touched the blood trickling down from Reina's neck. "I don't like it like you do; it's not a game to me. Do you know what it's like to have to do this? I don't want to kill!" In that moment of anger, a surge of inhuman strength passed through his arms and he snapped Reina's neck with a flick of his hand. "It's funny isn't it? The man who's best at killing is the one who can't stand to see the light flicker out of their prey's eyes." His voice was dangerously soft now.

"Travis, calm yourself for a moment. Let me take you back to Headquarters and we can have a nice dinner there with music and just relax for one night," Darryl pleaded with his angelic face and puppy eyes. "Please."

"All I wanted was one night to feel like a human. Was that too much to ask?"

"If you don't come with us, I'll have to bring you in by force," Richard stepped from the shadows, Travis hadn't noticed him.

"You're here too? The Boss doesn't trust me, does he?" Travis's voice was rising with defiance.

"No, I came to rig your passenger seat with a knockout needle in case pretty boy's charm wouldn't work on her," Richard's voice gave away no concern for Travis's feelings.

"That makes everything better then, doesn't it?" Travis didn't care about the fact that people could hear him nearly yelling.

"Please relax for a second. You might hurt someone if you keep going like this," Darryl whispered. Darryl knew the signs of the monster and in the moment of pure anger, Travis had missed them all.

"Since when did you care if people got hurt? You just killed my date, goddamn it, you kill for fun!" Travis's irises were turning into horrific black holes and voice had turned into a deadly growl.

"Richard, run," Darryl picked up his knife and began to back away slowly. "Run!"