Fire and Ice

Chapter 5. That Deep, Dark Sin

The moon vanished before my eyes and now all I see is black, pitch black as black as sin. That deep dark sin. I crawl into a car and then speed away. I look at my watch and sigh, it's four am now. People will be awake very shortly and that won't give me any time to kill the Prince of Spain.

He's on my hit list apparently. You see, every week, on my bedside table, or getting a text sent through to me is a list, a hit list perhaps. It lists the names of important but terribly evil people I have to kill, one per day and there are seven names.

Today it's Monday lucky enough and I have to kill the Prince of Spain, Prince Francisco de Grace. But tomorrow is a totally different matter where I'll be killing an Indian convenience store manager, who has died of 'natural causes.' Yeah, that's right, Astoria, use that as a coverup. The family will be absolutely devastated but me? I wish I had such emotions.

Gotta catch a flight. I flick a text to Maeve and say:

'sup, just so you know, i won't be at work today. can you please tell Cap Dex that im sick or something. that would be great if so. xxx tori'

and she finally gets it and replies back almost immediately (I really shouldn't be texting whilst driving but I'm kinda desperate): 'sure no worries. why's that? r u sick tori? u ok? x mae'

I sigh, pull over on the side of the road and text her back: 'cassies just come down with a stomach bug and she says she doesn't want me to give it to anyone if i have it so i won't be back until tomorrow. btw what are you doing up? it's four am?'

'can't sleep' Maeve replies, 'wbu?'

'gtg mae xx tori.'

Eventually later, I enter Barcelona's gates with a bright smile on my face. Today someone's gonna die. I go up to the prince's holiday home strutting like a fucking turkey and casually enter. I make sure that the guards aren't on patrol and I enter through an open window.

I don't land hard on my toes, in fact I never do, it's not a thing of mine, personally. It might be the Hulk's but definitely not Astoria Black's. I want to believe that this is the Prince's room but I know it's not. "Niña?" called out a voice.

It meant daughter in Spanish, I know that from me knowing a shit ton of languages. Shit, this was the Queen's room. "Go to freaking sleep." I whisper into the Queen's ear, knowing full well that she's dreaming because she doesn't have a daughter anymore. Her daughter died at birth, like everyone knows.

I tip toe into the Prince's room. Francisco should be asleep and I should've able to murder him with ease. Without a fight, I go into his room and go to where he's gone under the covers.

'Cute.' I think to myself as I then pose, taking a selfie of me raising my knife up to the blankets, about to unshelled him from almost doom. "You know I'm not there right?" says a voice, sternly.

I turn around and come face to face with Prince Francisco de Grace of Spain. Shit. I take a deep breath and all that comes out is: "Yeah, of course." Then I realise what he's done. He's locked all the doors and he's locked the windows as well. Not good for him, but absolutely marvellous for me. Gosh, he's a character.

"You're trapped, little hijo de puta. There's nowhere to run now." He says triumphantly, drawing a knife. Instead of being intimidated, I began to laugh quietly, almost doubling over. His smile wavers and I straighten up with a grin, "I have no need to run, because you see,"  gestures around the small, dimly lit room, "I'm not trapped in here with you."

Faster than he can comprehend, he now finds himself some how disarmed and pinned against the wall, his own knife being held at the throat. I whisper the rest of my declaration in his ear as I slide the knife across his throat, "You're trapped in here with me."