The Ancient Warrior

Hobrie's Sudden Death

Evangeline closed her eyes. The sisters were feeding. One by one they have come out from oblivion. She had to stop them before they could eat souls that would mount in number, hence destroying the balance of the natural order. It's not for them to decide where these souls would go. They were just interrupting the natural flow of the universe.

Hobrie sashayed into the lofty dining table of Mr. Baldwin. He was a famous producer who has produced big movies that net billions of dollars. Because of these achievements, he became so engrossed with himself that he takes pride in everything he does, and what he wanted would surely be done, come hell or high waters. That very evening, he was having dinner with his crew for their next project when this mysterious woman gatecrashed at their private meeting. Yes, it was noted that she was stunningly beautiful but he already has his casts and they don't need any disturbances at that very moment.

"Is there still a place for me?" Hobrie said. She was ravishing with her stealth nude colored-dress. Her long very black hair was braided in one and just hung at her back. Her black eyes captivated the other men in the room. She happily surveyed them with her eyes full of hunger. 

"The casting was done, Dear. You can go out now and we will continue our meeting." Mr. Baldwin said. He was irritated. He doesn't want her presence there because he wanted the business. He wanted to make more money. 

"That is so, so very sad..." Hobrie said and went near to Mr. Stanton. He was also one of the producers. He smiled naughtily. Eyes were scrutinizing the beautiful woman. 

"I can make any arrangements dear..." He said. He even put his arms around her waist and his one hand slid towards her buttocks. And it lingered there. Hobrie giggled flirtily. 

"Oh, that feels so good Sir," Hobrie said. She was being a bitch again. Her tantalizing eyes looked at Mr. Baldwin and she licked her lips, slowly wetting her lips while looking at Mr. Baldwin.

Mr. Baldwin felt the heat between his thighs. He was slowly reacting to this woman's boldness.

"Where are the securities, Arnold?" Said Arthur Dale. He was the editor. 

Hobrie looked in his direction. She felt dismayed smelling his scent. He was a humble person and her thing would never affect him no matter what she did. She narrowed her eyes and wanted to do something to him but she just couldn't touch him. It was her weakest link. Persons with humility.

"If I were you, I would start running," Hobrie told Arthur. It was her way of giving him a scare. But what she received from him as a reply was a simple frown.

Hobrie held Mr. Stanton's face and caressed it until Mr. Stanton let out a sigh. He was in his full erection and he wanted to get laid by this woman. But what happened next was something no one had expected. Hobrie met Mr. Stanton's lips but slowly as the kiss deepened, Mr. Stanton's face turned purple. He was also twitching. Then he was into convulsion until his skin wrinkled and his eyeballs turned white. When Hobrie was done with him, she just threw him like a plastic doll in the air.

Everyone else at the dining table immediately separated. Some ran into the farthest corner while others stood nearby waiting for further unfortunate events. 

"What the hell?!" One of the staff said. He was rummaged in his pocket now for his cellular phone to dial for help.

"Oh hell. It is a place I hated most actually..." Hobrie said and giggled after rolling her eyes. She was doing a mini Minimo thing while choosing her next food. Then she spotted Mr. Baldwin is still sitting in his chair. He was shocked and just couldn't move. His eyes were wide opened and still watching his comrade's dead body.