Blood and Bullets: Hitman Male Reader [Original Story]

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- Gothic Prime - 4:30 PM -

Arlene Luca peered into the door of (Y/N)'s apartment, through the hole she made when she flew into it earlier. Since the sun's rays were still somewhat peering through the cloudy skies of the city, she had time to kill before the sun fully hides itself. Opening the door, she let herself in. Gazing at the various trinkets and objects that (Y/N) had in his apartment, she allowed herself to inspect them. Curiously rummaging through his living space, she heard something using her vampiric senses. She had stepped onto a hollow part of the floor.

She knelt down to check it out, prying open the floorboards and seeing (Y/N)'s multitudes of money. His stacks of one hundred dollar bills given to him for his jobs. She picked some out and inspected them, they were all fresh with the exception of a few select ones. She looked at the green paper with a look of disdain, much more for the ugly looking old man in at the centre of it all.

Arlene: "He kills to survive... And he said he wasn't like us..."

She carelessly tossed the stack of bills aside as she continued her way through his apartment. Inspecting various furniture and items all over the place, it was almost as if she was making herself at home.

Arlene sat down on (Y/N)'s bed, retrieving a few books from his nightstand. Some were detective novels which he would spend his spare weekends reading, but there were others that caught her eye. Weaknesses of the Human Body, Vampirism: All you need to know, The Science Behind Bloody Murder.

She opened the covers of the second one to scroll through, it talked about the supposed origins of Vampires. The way that they spread their 'disease' and most importantly, how to kill them. She had no way of knowing how long he's had this, but nevertheless (Y/N) had been reading up on her kind.

Arlene placed the books down and made sure to draw the curtains closed. Checking the nearby digital alarm, it read 4:32 PM. It was just then that her father's voice boomed from within her head with an aura of authority. He was telepathically communicating with her.

Vlad: "You were supposed to kill him, not get him to turn..."

She sighed. Sitting back down on (Y/N)'s bed.

Arlene: "I know potential when I see it, father. (L/N) is a great opportunity for the House of Luca."

Vlad: "In your drive for your own ambitions, you let him get away. Why couldn't you just done what I have specifically ordered you to do?"

Arlene: "I will not fail you ever again, but I also object to killing him. (Y/N) isn't just another disposable human-"

Vlad: "You overstep your boundaries, daughter!"

She recoiled as he yelled. Rarely did he ever yell, even less so towards her.

Arlene: "I-I apologize... The next time I see him, he will not escape me. And he will not survive me."

She quickly and almost mechanically proclaimed. She could hear her father's disbelieving tone seep through his words.

Vlad: "I already have dwindling patience and confidence in you as is... Once night falls, the people I've tasked will not hesitate to kill him. And I mean kill him, not turn him... I regret my harsh tone back there already, but I cannot allow this family to be compromised. For now, stay where you are until the sun sets. Then, you can join the vampires I have already sent out, I trust you will hold true to your words."

Arlene: "Of course... As you wish, father."

She said, which then left herself in complete silence. Her father had brought his foot down and dug in. Nevertheless, she still felt herself contrary to his goals. Preferring to turn the skilled hitman instead of wasting his potential, and deep down she wanted to know what his blood tasted like. But for now, she was content with the blood of (Y/N)'s neighbours as substitute for his. For now.