Forbidden secrets

~chapter 1~

Alone. That was exactly how I felt. Waiting. For whom you may ask? That is the question I've been trying to figure out. Fiddling with my tounge peircing, i stood under the full moon, the rays radiating off my pale skin. The wind was howling like lonely wolves, desperate for someone to love.

Then he appeared. "Tch! So your the assassin?" He asked, obviously doubting my abilities. "Yes. And how should you judge someone, " I suddenly appeared behind him with a knife to his throat, standing on my tiptoes just to reach him, "when they clearly are the ones kicking your ass?" I asked with my jet black bangs brushing my superhuman eyes. Trembling a bit, he sighed, "Hmpf. Well how much do you want?"

"Who said I wanted money?"

"Then what do you want, dammit!" He shouted, his calmness turning to sudden anger.

"I want," I said running my fingers across his face slowly, "Shadow," I answered as his eyes started to widen. "B-But-"

"But Nothing, " I cut him off, my peircings scattered about my face glinting in the moonlight, "you either bring him to me or you tell me where he is...unlesssss you dont want this deal..." I trailed off.

"Fine," he mumbled quickly, handing me a red folder, "here is who your 'taking care of'."

I opened the folder to see a beautiful blonde, possibly a model. Pictures easily told me she was. "Sylvia Westcamott, hmm? What do you have against her?"

"That is none of your concern," he said, almost sounding guilty.

"It is if I make it my concern," I scoffed. He thought about this for a moment.

"Fine, just family business ok?"

"Whatever," I shrugged, bored. "We will be in contact soon. I expect my payment," with this, I started walking briskly to just the inside of the woods and my beautiful black angel wings sprouting from my back. Taking off, I glanced at the address of where this woman lived. Gliding gracefully through the soft breeze of a warm summer night, I stared longingly at the full moon high up in the sky.