Part 4
Khal was getting tired of people sneaking around his back. He hadn't bothered acknowledging Adrianna, considering the irritating bitch liked to drool over him, everywhere he went.
And now a shadow was tailing him that wasn't his own. He chose to ignore it was well, for the time being, hoping it would take the hint and leave him alone. Maybe he was still angry over Enya's unexpected attack on him. His nose had healed since the incident, but the anger at her stupidity was still there.
He still couldn't believe he had actually *fallen* for her. She was the one everyone admired, the perfect popular girl, beautiful, full of life and personality...only to turn out to be a werewolf. A measly, minging *puppy*. Bitch was the correct word to describe her in all its meanings.
How could a Redfern such as himself suffer with a dog for no reason? Je was never all that satisfied with Adrianna, believing their soulmate thing to be a trick of some sort. Occasionally he checked up on his ex's, toying with them, simply for the hell of it. If he was through with them, that was it, their life was over.
He opened the door to the hotel suite he was staying in, knowing immediately he wasn't alone. "This is getting boring already," he said, reaching for the bottle of champagne he'd left cooling in an ice bucked before heading out.
"You should really think of improving security here," the shadow said with a deep chuckle.
Khal frowned, recognising the voice of the only vampire he had ever made. He figured he'd been drunk or stoned at the time, he'd been around for two hundred years at that point, a wild experiment he had regretted ever since. "You're not a girl."
Brandon laughed again, grating and irritating. "I wasn't the last time I looked."
Khal ignored him and opened the champagne, pouring himself a glass. "Why have you been following me?"
"I'm supposed to be killing you."
Khal's eyes narrowed, looking around the darkened suite, trying to pinpoint Brandon's exact location. Brandon had an irritating habit of hiding himself well.
"Enya hired you, didn't she?"
"I'm not at liberty to say that." There was a subtle hint of smirk in Brandon's tone.
"So why aren't you killing me?" Khal asked, opening the balcony doors. Not that there was really anything to look out on, he just happened to like balconies.
"I thought I'd see what you were up to, first."
Khal's eyes rolled as he lit a cigarette. He knew it was stupid to turn his back on a professional killer, but at a deeper level he knew tonight Brandon wouldn't kill him. "Not a lot."
"You're what - two hundred and sixty, seventy? And *this* is what you do with yourself? Mind fuck with innocent puppies?"
"Like you'd date a werebitch."
Brandon didn't say anything; Khal didn't bother retorting. An idea crossed his mind. "What would you say if I offered you twice whatever she was paying you to kill me for you to kill her?"
"I'd say there had to be some sort of catch somewhere."
Khal's eyes rolled. He couldn't see what possible 'catch' there was. "If you're going to kill me, get it over with."
"Not tonight." He heard a door close, and Brandon was gone.
Khal sighed. Adrianna was still around, waiting for a love he'd never give her, and the puppy had hired an assassin, his only made vampire to hunt him down and kill him. What the hell else could go wrong?
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Khal was getting tired of people sneaking around his back. He hadn't bothered acknowledging Adrianna, considering the irritating bitch liked to drool over him, everywhere he went.
And now a shadow was tailing him that wasn't his own. He chose to ignore it was well, for the time being, hoping it would take the hint and leave him alone. Maybe he was still angry over Enya's unexpected attack on him. His nose had healed since the incident, but the anger at her stupidity was still there.
He still couldn't believe he had actually *fallen* for her. She was the one everyone admired, the perfect popular girl, beautiful, full of life and personality...only to turn out to be a werewolf. A measly, minging *puppy*. Bitch was the correct word to describe her in all its meanings.
How could a Redfern such as himself suffer with a dog for no reason? Je was never all that satisfied with Adrianna, believing their soulmate thing to be a trick of some sort. Occasionally he checked up on his ex's, toying with them, simply for the hell of it. If he was through with them, that was it, their life was over.
He opened the door to the hotel suite he was staying in, knowing immediately he wasn't alone. "This is getting boring already," he said, reaching for the bottle of champagne he'd left cooling in an ice bucked before heading out.
"You should really think of improving security here," the shadow said with a deep chuckle.
Khal frowned, recognising the voice of the only vampire he had ever made. He figured he'd been drunk or stoned at the time, he'd been around for two hundred years at that point, a wild experiment he had regretted ever since. "You're not a girl."
Brandon laughed again, grating and irritating. "I wasn't the last time I looked."
Khal ignored him and opened the champagne, pouring himself a glass. "Why have you been following me?"
"I'm supposed to be killing you."
Khal's eyes narrowed, looking around the darkened suite, trying to pinpoint Brandon's exact location. Brandon had an irritating habit of hiding himself well.
"Enya hired you, didn't she?"
"I'm not at liberty to say that." There was a subtle hint of smirk in Brandon's tone.
"So why aren't you killing me?" Khal asked, opening the balcony doors. Not that there was really anything to look out on, he just happened to like balconies.
"I thought I'd see what you were up to, first."
Khal's eyes rolled as he lit a cigarette. He knew it was stupid to turn his back on a professional killer, but at a deeper level he knew tonight Brandon wouldn't kill him. "Not a lot."
"You're what - two hundred and sixty, seventy? And *this* is what you do with yourself? Mind fuck with innocent puppies?"
"Like you'd date a werebitch."
Brandon didn't say anything; Khal didn't bother retorting. An idea crossed his mind. "What would you say if I offered you twice whatever she was paying you to kill me for you to kill her?"
"I'd say there had to be some sort of catch somewhere."
Khal's eyes rolled. He couldn't see what possible 'catch' there was. "If you're going to kill me, get it over with."
"Not tonight." He heard a door close, and Brandon was gone.
Khal sighed. Adrianna was still around, waiting for a love he'd never give her, and the puppy had hired an assassin, his only made vampire to hunt him down and kill him. What the hell else could go wrong?
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