Part 11
Brandon checked his watch again, unsurprised to see that it was only five minutes since he had last looked. ~Damn you Khal, hurry up and get home~ he thought. He'd spent over two hours waiting in the hotel suite for Khal to get there so he could finish his job.
He was sick of waiting. After his first encounter, he'd laid low for a few days, particularly since one body had already turned up. And to make it worse, it was a vampire corpse.
He should be able to dispose of Khal without much bother. No one knew who Khal was, therefore no one would miss him. And from the few people he'd seen from the town who knew Khal, girls, mostly, they seemed to think he deserved to get his ass kicked.
At least it was a quick job, or would be if Khal ever got *home*. If he left and came back later, he'd probably miss his opportunity. He should have just shot the bastard the first time round. He couldn't afford any more fuck ups.
He heard the sound of a key in the door. Brandon even found himself smiling as he reached for his stake, moving to the side of he door. But it wasn't Khal who came through.
* * *
Full of blood and feeling kind of gluttonous, Khal was in a very good mood when he returned to his hotel suite. He'd been planning on sticking around town for a while, screwing with Enya a little more. The bitch had the nerve to hire an assassin after him, and worse, a vampire he'd made himself. In one respect, it was almost funny, but in another way, it was still annoying.
He fumbled for his swipe card, pausing, surprised to see the door slightly ajar. He was positive he'd locked the damn thing. Or shut it and the thing had locked itself. Unless one of the staff had been inside and not closed the door properly.
~Idiot vermin~ he thought, eyes rolling in disgust as he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
He was almost blinded by the sudden shock glow from the light of over a hundred candles placed around the room. He saw something hideous and mummy-like by the side of the door when he finally closed it.
"He was going to kill you. I made sure he wouldn't." The husky female voice managed to be coy and proud at the same time.
Khal's good mood was spoiled. He turned around, not enticed at all by the naked woman lying on his bed, claw-like red nails beckoning him to come forward. "One measly assassin I could have handled," he said, bored. "Get dressed and get out."
Adrianna smiled kittenishly, running a finger down her smooth, oiled flesh. "Are you sure about that?"
Some sickly scent assaulted Khal's nose, making him feel almost ill. He didn't know what it was, and sure as hell wasn't going to ask. "Yes, sure, what part of 'fuck off' don't you understand?"
Adrianna sighed angrily, standing up and placing her hands on her hips while her raven hair rippled loose behind her. "You are such an asshole! *Why* can't we be together? We're *soulmates*!"
Khal's eyes closed. ~Oh God, here we go~ he thought. He could always kill her, he mused. It wasn't like that would be a problem for him. He should have done that ages ago. Then again, with his twisted sense of humour, he found extremely amusing to see the lengths she would go to, just to try and get his attention.
Naked and candles weren't going to do it for her. He could get hundreds of girls that way if he wanted. Opening his eyes again, he was slightly pleased to see that she had started to get dressed.
"Because the concept of soulmates is absurd," he told her bluntly. "Two complete strangers are supposed to fall in love and get along cause some mystic thing no one comprehends says they're destined for each other?" He snorted in contempt. He moved over a small candelabra, and with a tiny push of power blew it out. The rest of the candles snuffed out, and the electric lights came on again.
Adrianna finished dressing and looked at him. "I'm not saying we have to dance and sing and join Circle Daybreak. Why - why can't you even give me a *chance?*"
Adrianna's voice was getting higher and higher. If she went on this way, she was going to break a glass.
"If you hadn't acted so sickeningly *thrilled* like those dopey Daybreakers, then maybe." He smiled cruelly. "Now get the hell out - unless you want to join *him*." He nodded at the corpse on the floor.
Adrianna scowled. "This isn't over. It's that Enya bitch, isn't it?"
Khal almost laughed. Adrianna actually thought he wanted *Enya?* "What would you do if I said she's everything you're not."
Adrianna was appalled. "But she's a *werewolf*! You dumped her for that very reason!"
Khal shrugged. "Yeah, I changed my mind now. It won't belong before she's mine again."
Adrianna shook her head. "Wait until *I'm* through with that bitch." She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
After gathering the candles and dumping them in the trashcan, Khal switched on the TV, chuckling to himself, unable to believe Adrianna had actually taken the bait. He almost couldn't wait to see what she was going to do.
* * *
Brandon checked his watch again, unsurprised to see that it was only five minutes since he had last looked. ~Damn you Khal, hurry up and get home~ he thought. He'd spent over two hours waiting in the hotel suite for Khal to get there so he could finish his job.
He was sick of waiting. After his first encounter, he'd laid low for a few days, particularly since one body had already turned up. And to make it worse, it was a vampire corpse.
He should be able to dispose of Khal without much bother. No one knew who Khal was, therefore no one would miss him. And from the few people he'd seen from the town who knew Khal, girls, mostly, they seemed to think he deserved to get his ass kicked.
At least it was a quick job, or would be if Khal ever got *home*. If he left and came back later, he'd probably miss his opportunity. He should have just shot the bastard the first time round. He couldn't afford any more fuck ups.
He heard the sound of a key in the door. Brandon even found himself smiling as he reached for his stake, moving to the side of he door. But it wasn't Khal who came through.
* * *
Full of blood and feeling kind of gluttonous, Khal was in a very good mood when he returned to his hotel suite. He'd been planning on sticking around town for a while, screwing with Enya a little more. The bitch had the nerve to hire an assassin after him, and worse, a vampire he'd made himself. In one respect, it was almost funny, but in another way, it was still annoying.
He fumbled for his swipe card, pausing, surprised to see the door slightly ajar. He was positive he'd locked the damn thing. Or shut it and the thing had locked itself. Unless one of the staff had been inside and not closed the door properly.
~Idiot vermin~ he thought, eyes rolling in disgust as he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
He was almost blinded by the sudden shock glow from the light of over a hundred candles placed around the room. He saw something hideous and mummy-like by the side of the door when he finally closed it.
"He was going to kill you. I made sure he wouldn't." The husky female voice managed to be coy and proud at the same time.
Khal's good mood was spoiled. He turned around, not enticed at all by the naked woman lying on his bed, claw-like red nails beckoning him to come forward. "One measly assassin I could have handled," he said, bored. "Get dressed and get out."
Adrianna smiled kittenishly, running a finger down her smooth, oiled flesh. "Are you sure about that?"
Some sickly scent assaulted Khal's nose, making him feel almost ill. He didn't know what it was, and sure as hell wasn't going to ask. "Yes, sure, what part of 'fuck off' don't you understand?"
Adrianna sighed angrily, standing up and placing her hands on her hips while her raven hair rippled loose behind her. "You are such an asshole! *Why* can't we be together? We're *soulmates*!"
Khal's eyes closed. ~Oh God, here we go~ he thought. He could always kill her, he mused. It wasn't like that would be a problem for him. He should have done that ages ago. Then again, with his twisted sense of humour, he found extremely amusing to see the lengths she would go to, just to try and get his attention.
Naked and candles weren't going to do it for her. He could get hundreds of girls that way if he wanted. Opening his eyes again, he was slightly pleased to see that she had started to get dressed.
"Because the concept of soulmates is absurd," he told her bluntly. "Two complete strangers are supposed to fall in love and get along cause some mystic thing no one comprehends says they're destined for each other?" He snorted in contempt. He moved over a small candelabra, and with a tiny push of power blew it out. The rest of the candles snuffed out, and the electric lights came on again.
Adrianna finished dressing and looked at him. "I'm not saying we have to dance and sing and join Circle Daybreak. Why - why can't you even give me a *chance?*"
Adrianna's voice was getting higher and higher. If she went on this way, she was going to break a glass.
"If you hadn't acted so sickeningly *thrilled* like those dopey Daybreakers, then maybe." He smiled cruelly. "Now get the hell out - unless you want to join *him*." He nodded at the corpse on the floor.
Adrianna scowled. "This isn't over. It's that Enya bitch, isn't it?"
Khal almost laughed. Adrianna actually thought he wanted *Enya?* "What would you do if I said she's everything you're not."
Adrianna was appalled. "But she's a *werewolf*! You dumped her for that very reason!"
Khal shrugged. "Yeah, I changed my mind now. It won't belong before she's mine again."
Adrianna shook her head. "Wait until *I'm* through with that bitch." She stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
After gathering the candles and dumping them in the trashcan, Khal switched on the TV, chuckling to himself, unable to believe Adrianna had actually taken the bait. He almost couldn't wait to see what she was going to do.
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