A/N: I might just be one of the worst human beings in the world. I suck. I'm terrible. Furthermore... I suck. Great. Now that that's out there, I wrote stuff guys. I actually continued the story. It's really short, mostly because it was actually a decent ending point and I really wanted to get it out. More words to come. I swears. I will finish this story.
Also, valkubus or die.
"Well, I have to get their attention first," Tamsin said.
"Wait, whose attention?"
"You know who, Bo. The assassins… It's all we've got guys. The other option is to, well, let them kill me."
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"Let's do this then," Bo said, a light smirk on her lips as confidence swelled within her. She wasn't quite sure what it was about the glint in Tamsin's eye, but it ignited something inside of her, and suddenly nothing seemed more certain than their success. Nothing seemed more fitting than His death.
CHAPTER 21
"You've got this." The words lingered in her thoughts, each step intensifying the vivid memory of the succubus' face in that moment. Tamsin couldn't help but notice the sorrow in her eyes - it hurt. But this had to be done.
The blonde continue forward, hugging to herself as the cool wind shoved against the cloth of her black t-shirt, chilling her pale skin down the bone beneath her flesh. She scoffed at the thought of how she might have looked to the casual passer-by in that moment - battered, weak, and probably a bit scared. But, for the first time in what could easily have been a millennia, none of that mattered. It seemed strange to her that she'd been taught all her life to loathe fear itself, to eliminate it from her very existence, and yet in that moment, fear was the only thing that kept her going. It motivated each and every step, pushing her out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk of the open street. A street that was curiously empty for a mid saturday night - no music to be heard, not a single light to be seen, not even a passing car.
She took a deep breath. She'd been walking for nearly two hours, well beyond the front door of the Dal, past the police station, and just into the neighbouring town. "When I don't want you, you come. When I want you, you don't come. What gives?" She muttered bitterly to herself, languidly crossing the main street to the other side. "It's like you don't even want the reward-"
"Well, well, well! Look who's come out to play," interrupted a thick, deep voice. "If it isn't the one and only traitor valkyrie herself."
"Like a dog to a bone," Tamsin breathed. She let a fearful expression take hold of her features as she spun around to face her assailant, a monstrously large man whose crooked smile and gleeful eyes betrayed his wish to see her dead. He began to stalk forward, the predatory grin on his face growing wider and wider as he drew near. "Stop," the blonde said pleadingly, taking a stumbling step back. The word came out in a hoarse whisper, just barely audible overtop the heavy thump thump of the figure's boots. "I said stop!" She said louder, though it accomplished little more than a light chuckle from the hulkling. "I have a deal for him!" She yelled, backing into the cool glass window of an Irish pub. "I have a deal for the wanderer! Your boss."
Finally, just before he reached her now trembling body, he came to a complete stop, staring down at the valkyrie with disbelieving eyes. "A deal, you say?" He laughed. "Why the hell should I care, twig?"
Twig. She had to reel in the rage that the single word had caused, continuing on with a somewhat bitter tone. "Because he cares. I promise you that if you don't accept this offer, he'll have your head." Her pale green eyes suddenly grew dangerously fierce, determination flickering behind them. She was aware that the façade she'd worked to develop had swiftly vanished, but the confused and contemplative look on the brute's face told her that she'd accomplished her mission. "I'm willing now to accept his original task," she said slowly, unsure of how to continue. "And whatever… punishment… he wishes to give me for my disloyalty." That would do it. Though her expression didn't show it, she was quite proud of her performance, despite the disheartening lack of an audience.
The brute seemed lost, his expression falling with each passing second. "What am I s'posed to do with that?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced down the street. "A deal," he scoffed.
"Bring it to the one you report to. Tall fellow, sickly, kind of an ass-"
"Endemian," the man hissed quickly. Tamsin was almost sure she saw a hint of anger in his eyes - or was it fear? She'd remembered Endemian to be a ruthless pawn, his will the will of his master and no other. She'd seen him end a life without so much as a breath, something she'd hoped to forget over the years, yet it only proved to haunt her in her sleep.
"Yes. Endemian. Bring him to me. Tell him I'm ready."
The man seemed to think on the demand for a long moment, working out in his mind the best possible move. Finally, the grin returning to his lips, he spoke. "I've got a better idea." Before Tamsin could react, the breath was torn from her lungs, her back pressed firmly against the wall. "I'll just take you to him myself," the man whispered against her ear, pulling away with a chuckle. He reached forward, grabbing the back of her head with his oversized palm, bringing her skull down to meet his knee. There was a heavy thud as her body hit the cool cement, blackness taking hold of her thought and vision. Within moments, the image of the pub slowly grew more distant as her body was dragged away through the abandoned streets, unconsciousness took her.