Once An Angel

Chapter One

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"Tell me," Her voice was a spiraling curse that intoxicated it's victim, drew them in and led then to an untimely death. "Do you think I'm pretty?" It was a redundant question with the answer already known, yet she liked to see them flustered, not knowing what to do, fumbling under her touch, and desperate to please her.

"Y-yes, you-...you're beautiful. You're a beauty darling." He wasn't a pretty man or even relatively good looking, but his pockets were heavy with gold and influence. He seemed to like to act as if he had himself under control and unbothered by a common woman like herself. Yet, she saw his hands twitch on the arms of the chair, his eyes struggled to stay on her face and always inevitably dipped down. She could tell he was mentally begging to touch her. The way the silk robe fell just enough to see skin that wasn't taboo and yet, not something he was supposed to be seeing. The way she knew he could see the outline of her body, just barely, see the silk drag against her delicate skin. Any one man would wish it could be his hands instead.

She smiled. "How flattering." Fingers gloved in silk graced the edges of his face with their soft touch and tilted his chin up to make eye contact with the devious woman in his lap. Men were so weak. A few little touches and there he was falling under her control.

A good little pig.

She leaned in and placed one small soft kiss on his cheek as her blade found home lodged firmly in his well-fed gut. "But perhaps you should pay better attention next time" She whispered venomously.

She heard him gasp for air and groan in pain but she knew it would be over quickly, if he was lucky anyway. "Oh I wouldn't pull that out if I were you, sugar,  then you'll really bleed to death. Leave it in and you might have the chance of surviving long enough for the police to get here." She was long gone from her previous seat inspecting the jewels he had so carelessly thrown about. Lamps adorned with dangling pearls, gold pouring out onto his dark oak desk and an ornate little jewelry box with more than a few pieces heavy with diamonds. She had to admit they were gorgeous, they would sell for a hefty price later.

"You bitch" His voice was weak but angry, typical of any man who had just been fooled. His poor ego had deflated like an old birthday balloon and now his pride would be raging.

"Don't feel bad. You aren't the first and you certainly won't be the last that's fallen for it" She finally turned to her latest victim with cold hazel eyes, but she could see he was already gone. Tsk. It was always the ones with their "holier than thou" attitude who died first.

"I'll make sure you didn't die for no reason." In her voice was the smallest hint of compassion. She didn't like killing people but she would do what needed to be done, and it wasn't as if these men didn't deserve it. You don't hoard as much wealth as this without stepping on the backs of more then a few people. She would admit her family was never one that got stepped on, but she wouldn't allow them to get there either.

The blade of her knife was almost clean and her small bag stuffed with all it could hold when she heard a small sound. Her head snapped up and she grinned. Hopefully her little witness had treasures as well, it had been quite a while since she scored two in one. "Hello there?" She called out in a sing-song tune, "I know you're there so there's no use in hiding, sugar." She walked forward slowly, her shoulders coming up and sliding the faux fur and silk robe up farther over her body. Slowly Lottie pulled her gun from where it was secured on her thigh "Don't make things harder on both of us now."

She paused at the doorway, and turned the corner quickly holding the gun out in front of her. When there was nobody there to ambush her she let out a small breath. Her victim was down the short hall looking out of the window. "I wish things could be different, believe me, sugar, I truly do," A small click from her gun resonated in the silent hall of the house "But what do they call it? Wrong place wrong time?" She didn't wait another moment to fire off three rounds, each hitting her target, making the body shake with the force and then fall to the ground.

She tucked her gun back and walked to the body "Hopefully, you weren't a waste of time. " She grunted, trying to get them over and begin to go through the pockets. Something was off though she could feel it. Maybe it was that blood didn't keep spilling out onto the pristine white carpeted floor or that the skin just seemed a little too lively. Or maybe his eyes which didn't hold the same glassy look at her victims tended to. Paranoia, is what she slapped over the instinct. There was no way anyone would survive those shots. She hummed satisfied as she pulled a gold ring from the pocket of them. It wasn't until she stood up she noticed the twitch, first a finger than an arm. Dead bodies do not move.

"What in the hell?" She stumbled backwards and grabbed out her gun to shoot what was supposed to be a dead body but they were up before she could pull the trigger and the bullets lodged into the already tried and old wooden floors. A small whimper escaped her small trembling frame. Rich old men? Sure. But un-killable... things?? No fucking way. "Who are you?"