Headstrong and confident, Mira was trained from a young age to be an assassin of the supernatural kind. Trained by her uncles in the "family business". Now at the age of twenty, fueled by the death of her brother and her thirst for vengeance, Mira h...
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After launching Chaz through the solid concrete wall into the room beside us, I felt a deep anguish. I couldn't pin point it from the chaos occurring, until after I'd worked my way into the lower section of the club, then the cries hit me. The inner turmoil stirred something long hidden within. As the small wounded figure stumbled down the stairs, I could see her life passing before my eyes. Her reluctance to come, the conflict, her desperation to find a way to pay off her debt, her dreams of being a doctor. A heavy boulder hit me square in the chest, what would Brian do? I couldn't ignore her. She'd been spotted and the commotion from the VIP room spread like a plague throughout the establishment. Before she could be noticed by too many onlookers, I scooped her up and made like a harpoon, set on it's target.
Approaching my car, hidden down a cross street from the now chaotic club, I grabbed a blanket from my trunk and shielded her with it before laying her in the backseat. She'd gotten bitten and would more than likely turn, but I couldn't leave her. It wasn't her fault. Flashes of her life kept rushing across my mind. She was an innocent, one that didn't want anything to do with this discovery of supernatural creatures. I could more than relate. I suppose that's why I felt drawn to save her.
She was in and out of sensibility as I wrapped the throw around her, she kept mumbling. "It hurts."
"I realize it does, but hang in there." I repeated to her like a broken record, but I didn't know what else to say. I didn't possess the empathy skills she needed.
Conflicted between getting her to safety and completing my mission briefly grounded me. I'd baited the werewolf, and he was now on his way to the trap I had set for him. It was time for me to complete what I'd come here to do. As much as I hated leaving the young woman, I knew if I didn't see this through, others would end up like her. She would be in and out of recognition for hours, which would give me more than sufficient time to do the operation I'd been hired for. After that, I'd drive us both to a secure place where I could decide what to do with her from there.
"I will be back. Wait for me. Do not take off... you won't be protected if you do." Hoping she understood as she had a brief moment of recognition again, "Please whatever you do, don't get out of this car." I could only hope she would listen.
Her face was flushed, but she shook her head like what I'd said had registered. Not knowing what else to do, I reached into her mind and coaxed her to fight against the pain so she could sleep. I climbed out of my car, making positive as I did to lock it behind me. I wouldn't have too long to track the werewolf. Launching from the vehicle towards the dense wood, I guiltily glanced back. Leaving the ill wounded figure alone; a mystified rest gutted me.
With lightning speed, I gave chase in the direction of the trap. Faster, I pushed myself. I knew I was capable of keeping up with him. Although I didn't enjoy having to execute more than was necessary. My duty was to assassinate him, not anyone else, and I would do my best to stick to that. And technically I didn't wipe out the kid, he did, so I bore no guilt over the loss of one vampire. Human casualties, however, were different. Murdering humans was totally off limits and something I vowed never to do, even if I did despise most of them.
