Part 4
Blaine sighed. Damn it. Phoenix walked out the bar, alive not dead. He should have offered to take her home, then he could have killed her. The sooner he got the assignment over and done with the better.
It was just unfortunate for him that that bitch of a soulmate of his had happened to show up and distract him. What was she thinking? Showing up with some jerk - Donavon of all people - and prancing around in front of his eyes.
Did this soulmate thing mean absolutely nothing to her? Apparently not, which just made him even madder.
He needed to think up a plan to deal with this whole thing, and fast, before it drove him crazy.
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The next evening Phoenix found herself pleased to have an assignment. Humans who knew something they shouldn't, had made the mistake of stumbling upon a group of Circle Midnight witches, practicing forbidden spells.
Tut, tut, she thought sourly. She wondered vaguely if she should kill the witches, just for the hell of it. Tracking down the humans hadn't been hard, she'd disposed of them within barely an hour of getting the assignment, and was now $20000 richer than she had been this morning.
She was in a very good mood by the time she got home. She felt like celebrating. She debated on calling a few friends and dragging them out to a local club or something.
There was a strange motorcycle parked in her space in the lot by her apartment. It wasn't hers, what was it doing there? Senses alert, she looked around. A spot of red in the shadows caught her eye, the glow from a cigarette.
"Who's there?" she demanded. She still had her weapons dotted about her person, ready to grab at a moment's notice.
The figure stepped out of the shadows, flashing her a stunning smile. "Hi there."
Phoenix's eyes rolled. "Blaine." Her voice lacked enthusiasm. She didn't want some snotty vampire on her case. The only thing they had in common was they both seemed to hate Aurelia Wolf. That wasn't enough to base any sort of relationship on. "What do you want, Blaine? I have plans."
Blaine shrugged. "Doesn't matter, you won't be going."
Phoenix stared at him. God, he really was an asshole. What had she been thinking? She should have known not to trust him. She should have given him a false name so he couldn't track her down. "Oh? And why's that?"
He smiled unpleasantly, and lunged at her. Phoenix saw something flashing faintly as the moon came out from behind a cloud. The bastard had a glass knife. She dived one way as he lunged forward, his momentum throwing him past her.
Phoenix scrambled inside her jacket for a weapon, caught off guard. She should have been prepared for this. Blaine had picked himself up, fangs barred he lunged at her again, slashing with the knife. Phoenix brought her leg up, snap kicking him in the jaw, sending him tumbling backward.
Before she could gather himself enough to shift, he had run off into the night. She rolled her eyes heading inside. How this guy had ever gotten to be an assassin was beyond her.
He'd tried to attack her twice, and failed both times, but that didn't mean he was going to give up. One thing she knew about vampires. They tended to get what they wanted.
She knew he'd be back, but when?
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