Well my first job was so unbelievably simple, I have no idea why I put so
much effort into it. But I suppose that practice makes perfect. Ok, I'll
admit it, at that time I was rather inexperienced in the whole, covertly
chopping people up for money but I knew that so I planned everything out
carefully. I only did it to give me an idea about time frames, tactics, and
skills, basically everything that I might need to know/learn for this
profession. Though thinking about it, a hit in a place that I'd been before
may not have been the best indicator of these things as I was prepared for
everything that could possibly happen, as I knew the terrain. But they say
start small, which is, in essence what I did as there hasn't been many
places I haven't been to, only just different amounts of time spent in
each.
So in a nutshell, I went, got my target, sliced him up into little pieces and left before anyone even knew they were dead or had a chance to see or catch me. Though news travels fast in the mortal world (almost as fast as it does in mine, though my secret has remained that way as I'm careful about how I open my mouth to and what I say to them) so the news that my target was dead reached Deollyn before I did. I collected my payment, as there wasn't anyone knocking down her door to arrest her for murder or anything, picked up my next hit, as she was impressed with my work.
And that's the way it continued for the rest of Deollyn's life. I do the hit, pick up my money, and get a new one and so on and so forth. She treat me as well as any of her other employees, though I often had the feeling I got all of the best work. I guess she was like so many others, she liked me, though probably more for my body than anything else and I guess she lived in the hope that we would repeat the little episode of our first meeting but it never happened. Though there were times when I didn't continue another job straight away, she thought she'd finally got lucky, but I sometimes love to disappoint people. Instead I would either return home to Mirkwood or to Lothlorien to stay with Haldir, But my stays were short and all too soon I'd leave, for some people's taste, mentioning no names what so ever, and go back to work.
This was mainly due to the constant barrages of questions thrown at me by everyone, people asking where I'd been, what I'd been doing, what places I had visited and the things that I've seen. For a little while I told mostly the truth, just leaving out a little detail here and there, like the killing and money. But after a while I just go so sick and tired of it I had to get out of there. Even telling the stupid mindless bints at home a huge pack of lies grew weary, especially as I was throwing them out of my bed chambers two and three times a day because of it. Why the hell can't people just mind their own goddamn business and just stay the hell away from me? I suppose it's because their lives are so dull and pointless they have to find some sort of excitement somewhere or from someone, no matter whom they annoy or suck it out of.
There was only one person who never bothered me, never asked me questions or wondered out loud, what I'd been doing while I was away, and that was Haldir. He didn't care and for that I could never thank him enough, though I never told him that as it would make him ask questions, all he cared about that I was safe and alive and pleased to see me. Especially as my plan had worked and there had been very few sightings of men at the boarders of Lorien. I guessed that Deollyn's dumb-ass lackey had been listening in and told whomever it was that had ordered the hit more than he should. For once, I didn't care as it took some of the stress and strain off a very dear friend of mine.
I was glad that he never asked me anything as I always find it extremely hard to lie to him, and when I have lied he always sees right through me. I hate it when he does that. I guess that Haldir tip number 8: 'Don't lie to him as he'll see right through the lie and you'. And that could be quite literally once he's pulled some big pointy weapon out of your guts. Then he'll be able to bend down and look through the big gaping hole in you before you fall down and die a bloody death. This was the way it continued until some years later, until Deollyn's death. When everything seemed to go tits up but it was really a blessing in disguise for me.
After her death, her daughter Kareswen and her husband took over Deollyn's business. As Deollyn seemed not to be able to stand not having sex with me at all or on a regular basis with anyone, and as I have had no intention of being some mortal sex toy, I wasn't going to get involved with her in any physical or emotional way. She married and had a daughter, though things turned sour and her husband disappeared off the face of the earth and her daughter despised her after that. However, Kareswen harboured a great disliking for me, well really in was more like an intense, wreathing hatred. She was nothing like her mother at all, not even looks and appearance and most certainly not in temperament or in business, also she didn't constantly want to get me into bed as her mother did and tried on many occasions.
Basically Kareswen was a total bitch and a complete loser with no common sense at all, let alone business sense. She was shorter and stockier than her mother, though her hair and eyes were still dark, she didn't have the same fire in then as Deollyn did. All she had inside her was hate, not that hatred in this line of work can be a bad thing, though it has lead to some very sloppy work, though not on my part. But that hate she focused upon me. Not that it was anything I ever worry about or even allowed to occupied my thoughts for more than about two seconds, as she was incredibly stupid, though it was nothing compared to what I felt for her. Everything she tried to do to me only increased my loathing of her. I played along with it for a while, seeing how far she would try and push me and also I was trying to find out why she hated me so much. I played mind games with her, though that's not as challenging as it may sounds, as she was very thick.
It was a habit I had picked up and used to my own advantages, and partially due to boredom, as she would give me the most dull and tedious jobs ever. Jobs that a two year old could do with the greatest of ease, so I had to find someway to liven things up a bit, and that was down to mind games. Then if it wasn't really simple, easy and extremely low paid jobs, it was ones that she though may be difficult. The hardest jobs were given to me, no doubt as she thought I would get caught or killed in the process so she would have rid of me. But as she always was, she was very wrong as I kept turning up, mainly to see the look on her face, as I'd waltz back into her office without even a hair out of place and she'd wonder how.
Kareswen was in her late twenties at that time, a little older than the first time I had met her mother. I had returned from my sixth 'difficult' hit after she'd taken over by that time I was sick, sore and tired of her constant and very petty bullshit and her general crappy attitude towards me. Even my mind games with her had lost their fun. Also she had greatly underpaid me for the job I'd just done. I was just past it, the lack of money was the last straw and I'd just had enough of her and I wanted to know exactly why. I had an idea of why she was this way, but I wanted to hear it from her lips.
So in a nutshell, I went, got my target, sliced him up into little pieces and left before anyone even knew they were dead or had a chance to see or catch me. Though news travels fast in the mortal world (almost as fast as it does in mine, though my secret has remained that way as I'm careful about how I open my mouth to and what I say to them) so the news that my target was dead reached Deollyn before I did. I collected my payment, as there wasn't anyone knocking down her door to arrest her for murder or anything, picked up my next hit, as she was impressed with my work.
And that's the way it continued for the rest of Deollyn's life. I do the hit, pick up my money, and get a new one and so on and so forth. She treat me as well as any of her other employees, though I often had the feeling I got all of the best work. I guess she was like so many others, she liked me, though probably more for my body than anything else and I guess she lived in the hope that we would repeat the little episode of our first meeting but it never happened. Though there were times when I didn't continue another job straight away, she thought she'd finally got lucky, but I sometimes love to disappoint people. Instead I would either return home to Mirkwood or to Lothlorien to stay with Haldir, But my stays were short and all too soon I'd leave, for some people's taste, mentioning no names what so ever, and go back to work.
This was mainly due to the constant barrages of questions thrown at me by everyone, people asking where I'd been, what I'd been doing, what places I had visited and the things that I've seen. For a little while I told mostly the truth, just leaving out a little detail here and there, like the killing and money. But after a while I just go so sick and tired of it I had to get out of there. Even telling the stupid mindless bints at home a huge pack of lies grew weary, especially as I was throwing them out of my bed chambers two and three times a day because of it. Why the hell can't people just mind their own goddamn business and just stay the hell away from me? I suppose it's because their lives are so dull and pointless they have to find some sort of excitement somewhere or from someone, no matter whom they annoy or suck it out of.
There was only one person who never bothered me, never asked me questions or wondered out loud, what I'd been doing while I was away, and that was Haldir. He didn't care and for that I could never thank him enough, though I never told him that as it would make him ask questions, all he cared about that I was safe and alive and pleased to see me. Especially as my plan had worked and there had been very few sightings of men at the boarders of Lorien. I guessed that Deollyn's dumb-ass lackey had been listening in and told whomever it was that had ordered the hit more than he should. For once, I didn't care as it took some of the stress and strain off a very dear friend of mine.
I was glad that he never asked me anything as I always find it extremely hard to lie to him, and when I have lied he always sees right through me. I hate it when he does that. I guess that Haldir tip number 8: 'Don't lie to him as he'll see right through the lie and you'. And that could be quite literally once he's pulled some big pointy weapon out of your guts. Then he'll be able to bend down and look through the big gaping hole in you before you fall down and die a bloody death. This was the way it continued until some years later, until Deollyn's death. When everything seemed to go tits up but it was really a blessing in disguise for me.
After her death, her daughter Kareswen and her husband took over Deollyn's business. As Deollyn seemed not to be able to stand not having sex with me at all or on a regular basis with anyone, and as I have had no intention of being some mortal sex toy, I wasn't going to get involved with her in any physical or emotional way. She married and had a daughter, though things turned sour and her husband disappeared off the face of the earth and her daughter despised her after that. However, Kareswen harboured a great disliking for me, well really in was more like an intense, wreathing hatred. She was nothing like her mother at all, not even looks and appearance and most certainly not in temperament or in business, also she didn't constantly want to get me into bed as her mother did and tried on many occasions.
Basically Kareswen was a total bitch and a complete loser with no common sense at all, let alone business sense. She was shorter and stockier than her mother, though her hair and eyes were still dark, she didn't have the same fire in then as Deollyn did. All she had inside her was hate, not that hatred in this line of work can be a bad thing, though it has lead to some very sloppy work, though not on my part. But that hate she focused upon me. Not that it was anything I ever worry about or even allowed to occupied my thoughts for more than about two seconds, as she was incredibly stupid, though it was nothing compared to what I felt for her. Everything she tried to do to me only increased my loathing of her. I played along with it for a while, seeing how far she would try and push me and also I was trying to find out why she hated me so much. I played mind games with her, though that's not as challenging as it may sounds, as she was very thick.
It was a habit I had picked up and used to my own advantages, and partially due to boredom, as she would give me the most dull and tedious jobs ever. Jobs that a two year old could do with the greatest of ease, so I had to find someway to liven things up a bit, and that was down to mind games. Then if it wasn't really simple, easy and extremely low paid jobs, it was ones that she though may be difficult. The hardest jobs were given to me, no doubt as she thought I would get caught or killed in the process so she would have rid of me. But as she always was, she was very wrong as I kept turning up, mainly to see the look on her face, as I'd waltz back into her office without even a hair out of place and she'd wonder how.
Kareswen was in her late twenties at that time, a little older than the first time I had met her mother. I had returned from my sixth 'difficult' hit after she'd taken over by that time I was sick, sore and tired of her constant and very petty bullshit and her general crappy attitude towards me. Even my mind games with her had lost their fun. Also she had greatly underpaid me for the job I'd just done. I was just past it, the lack of money was the last straw and I'd just had enough of her and I wanted to know exactly why. I had an idea of why she was this way, but I wanted to hear it from her lips.
