I'm back. My teachers are on strike right now so I have time to write. In my last chapter I mentioned a short story by Anne Bishop that featured Surreal. Well, after some people, Wordweaver, mentioned that they wanted to know what the book was, I went to my overflowing bookcase and started to dig. * yanks out book* Here we go, the title of the book is Treachery and Treason. It's edited by Laura Anne Gilman and Jennifer Heddle. It's a complication. Anyway the story by Bishop is called " By the Time the Witchblood Blooms" The book is published by ROC, and its first printing was in March of 2000.
Chapter Six : Hey, Even Assassins Gotta Eat
It had been about a week since my last encounter with my Lady Surreal. My vacation was over, and boy, was I glad of the fact. In my opinion, VACATIONS ARE BORING. That's just me though. As I was saying, I was back at work, which was why I was creeping around in the rain. Now, don't get me wrong I like rain as much as the next person, but come on, I was trying to do a job here, not take a bath.
I crept into this decease's court and felt the presence of a great power. Just one more thing I didn't need, a powerful male. All I could hope was that he felt no loyalty to this bitch and wouldn't get in my way.
Entering the place like structure through the front door, it pays to be unpredictable, I worked my way through the first floor. I didn't find the target or anyone else, I did find a study though. What is so fascinating about those darkness be damned rooms that everyone must have one?
I made my way up the stairs, making sure to be light on my feet, just in case they creaked. I got to the second floor with no mishaps, but I had to duck when a down the hall to my left opened and a man walked out of a room down the hall. Hiding in the shadows, I watched him walk by me. It was at that moment that I realized who the source of such incredible power was, the man returning to his room. I sincerely hoped that he would stay in his room when the fun started, even though I wasn't planning on making any noise during this job.
The door opened, and the man stepped into his room. I heard the door creak slightly as he closed it. I continued on my way down the hall. I had come here to depose of a uppity bitch, and I wasn't leaving until I did. I slid down the hall, slipping from shadow to shadow. Every once in a while I'd open a door to make sure that the target wasn't in those rooms.
I finally got to the room the man had exited. I opened the door a sliver to be greeted with the sight of my target naked and sprawled out over the bed. She seemed to be drifting in a haze of ... something. It wasn't my business, and I didn't really give a damn. All that mattered was that the stupid little girl had made my job a great deal easier. Thank the darkness for small favors.
I carefully with drew a knife from the small of my back. It was fairly useless in a fight, I didn't have the time to draw it, but this wasn't a fight, this was an assassination. I moved in the shadows towards the bed. I shuddered, just by the scent in the air I knew what had been going on in this room. My sympathies went to the man I'd spotted in the hall. I moved the knife and slit her throat, being sure to cover her mouth, so no noise was made. What can I say? I hate in when they scream.
I made my way out of the room, down the hall, and the stairs, through the first floor, out the front door, and into the safety of the masses in the streets. One good point, it had stopped raining.
^&^
Daemon smiled. The bitch Dorothea had sent him sent "to take care of" was gone. Apparently, some had taken care of her. Not that Daemon minded, but he wondered who was good enough to slip by him. He'd have to ask Casey about that. Casey knew everyone in his business, and he knew would was the best, who favored what jobs, and who was in the area tonight. Tomorrow he'd have to act surprised at the bitch's timely passing, but tonight, tonight he could glory in the small strike that would hinder Dorothea for a few days. Glory and hope that this assassin wasn't just a scorned lover, but the real deal. That his work would continue, that he'd hunt the corrupt Blood, wherever they may be.
Tada, chapter six, with killing for Demona, the Surreal story for Wordweaver, and the rest for the author, that's me, by the way. I'd like some reviews, especially now that the plot is starting to pick up. Constuctive critism is welcome, as are flames. My sis has a dragon, so I'll give them to him and make smores. Praise is also welcome. What am I saying praise is wanted. GIVE ME PRAISE. *shakes headand looks embrasses* sorry, different part of my personality. *runs and hides*
Hugz,
Shanis
Chapter Six : Hey, Even Assassins Gotta Eat
It had been about a week since my last encounter with my Lady Surreal. My vacation was over, and boy, was I glad of the fact. In my opinion, VACATIONS ARE BORING. That's just me though. As I was saying, I was back at work, which was why I was creeping around in the rain. Now, don't get me wrong I like rain as much as the next person, but come on, I was trying to do a job here, not take a bath.
I crept into this decease's court and felt the presence of a great power. Just one more thing I didn't need, a powerful male. All I could hope was that he felt no loyalty to this bitch and wouldn't get in my way.
Entering the place like structure through the front door, it pays to be unpredictable, I worked my way through the first floor. I didn't find the target or anyone else, I did find a study though. What is so fascinating about those darkness be damned rooms that everyone must have one?
I made my way up the stairs, making sure to be light on my feet, just in case they creaked. I got to the second floor with no mishaps, but I had to duck when a down the hall to my left opened and a man walked out of a room down the hall. Hiding in the shadows, I watched him walk by me. It was at that moment that I realized who the source of such incredible power was, the man returning to his room. I sincerely hoped that he would stay in his room when the fun started, even though I wasn't planning on making any noise during this job.
The door opened, and the man stepped into his room. I heard the door creak slightly as he closed it. I continued on my way down the hall. I had come here to depose of a uppity bitch, and I wasn't leaving until I did. I slid down the hall, slipping from shadow to shadow. Every once in a while I'd open a door to make sure that the target wasn't in those rooms.
I finally got to the room the man had exited. I opened the door a sliver to be greeted with the sight of my target naked and sprawled out over the bed. She seemed to be drifting in a haze of ... something. It wasn't my business, and I didn't really give a damn. All that mattered was that the stupid little girl had made my job a great deal easier. Thank the darkness for small favors.
I carefully with drew a knife from the small of my back. It was fairly useless in a fight, I didn't have the time to draw it, but this wasn't a fight, this was an assassination. I moved in the shadows towards the bed. I shuddered, just by the scent in the air I knew what had been going on in this room. My sympathies went to the man I'd spotted in the hall. I moved the knife and slit her throat, being sure to cover her mouth, so no noise was made. What can I say? I hate in when they scream.
I made my way out of the room, down the hall, and the stairs, through the first floor, out the front door, and into the safety of the masses in the streets. One good point, it had stopped raining.
^&^
Daemon smiled. The bitch Dorothea had sent him sent "to take care of" was gone. Apparently, some had taken care of her. Not that Daemon minded, but he wondered who was good enough to slip by him. He'd have to ask Casey about that. Casey knew everyone in his business, and he knew would was the best, who favored what jobs, and who was in the area tonight. Tomorrow he'd have to act surprised at the bitch's timely passing, but tonight, tonight he could glory in the small strike that would hinder Dorothea for a few days. Glory and hope that this assassin wasn't just a scorned lover, but the real deal. That his work would continue, that he'd hunt the corrupt Blood, wherever they may be.
Tada, chapter six, with killing for Demona, the Surreal story for Wordweaver, and the rest for the author, that's me, by the way. I'd like some reviews, especially now that the plot is starting to pick up. Constuctive critism is welcome, as are flames. My sis has a dragon, so I'll give them to him and make smores. Praise is also welcome. What am I saying praise is wanted. GIVE ME PRAISE. *shakes headand looks embrasses* sorry, different part of my personality. *runs and hides*
Hugz,
Shanis