Chasing Shadows

by howrse199

Tori, a skilled inhuman assassin has learned to kill her targets without discrimination or emotion. She has never failed to complete a job. However, when her next target is Ciel Phantomhive, Tori discovers that she isn't the apathetic kill machine she once believed herself to be. Rated Teen for Language, Violence, and mild sexual content. Please review if you want me to continue.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

When I wake up, the first thing I register is a bright light. A bright, fucking light for god sakes. Oh great. I guess the vampire's going to heaven isn't she. How ironic. I shift my body and groan loudly as I register just how sore I actually am. I lift up my head in an effort to avoid the light and check out the rest of my surroundings. I'm in a darkened room with a lamp hanging from the ceiling. I'm tied down to a small cot with thick silver wire and have been gagged with a (thankfully) clean white cloth. The rest of the room is empty, with dark hardwood floors and grey stone walls. The door that could let me escape is heavy and wooden, and most certainly locked. I yank my arms upward and the wire slices into them. I know that I can break them, but doing so would cut my wrists to the bone, and possibly even break the bone itself. My mind quickly scrambles for solutions to this problem, but I come up short. I haven't a clue what to do. So I wait. And wait. Finally, the door cracks open, and a maid walks in. She carries a tray of food with her. She walks toward me nervously and sets the tray down. My green eyes watch her the whole time. She backs up shakily, never taking her eyes off mine. They must have told her some pretty crazy shit about me for her to look at me like that. The last time someone looked so scared of me was a woman who's husband I had previously decapitated. That slimy elitist pig deserved it though, so I wondered why she even cared. Considering the bruises on her cheeks and wrists, she should have been thankful. Right when the maid reaches the door, I decide to have some fun with her. I curl my lip back and let a long, guttural snarl roll out from between my teeth. She turns white as a sheet, bows, scurries out of the room, and the slams the heavy door shut. I can hear the click of the lock and she seals the prison once again. I glance at the tray of food, which rests on the floor. I roll my eyes at the stupidity of the maid. The idiot must have been so terrified of me that she forgot that I couldn't reach the food from my place on the cot. Not that I would've eaten it anyway. It seems that not much appeals to me other than blood these days. I haven't eaten food in 148 years. I can't even remember what it tastes like anymore. I only had twenty two of my one hundred and seventy years to savor the taste of human feasts. The bread, cheese, water, and apple in front of me are as unappealing to me as grass is to a human. I shut my eyes tight, hoping to pass the dull hours with some (hopefully) dreamless sleep.