The Way Things Were

14

Lex walked into the crowded club, her eyes immediately locked onto her target. She nonchalantly made her way through the throng, ordering a drink at the bar. As she sipped her drink, she subtly surveyed the area, looking for the best opportunity to strike. After a few minutes, Lex spotted an opening. The target’s attention was momentarily distracted by one of his entourage. Lex used the opportunity to slip into the VIP booth and sit down beside him, “Mind if I join you?” Lex asked, her voice low and sultry.

He glanced at her, his eyes roaming over her curves appreciatively. “Not at all, beautiful,” he replied, gesturing for her to sit closer. “Aren’t you one of Frankies girls?”

“Something like that,” Lex replied with a flirtatious smile. She scooted closer, her hand resting on his thigh. She leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. “ Want to go somewhere a little more private...”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Later....”

Lex quickly downed her drink, “Meet me out back if you’re interested.” She stood up and exited the VIP booth, making her way towards the back entrance. She leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette. After a few minutes had passed, she heard footsteps approaching.

She took another drag of her cigarette, turning to face the footsteps. It was him. He looked at her with a smirk, his eyes roaming over her body. She dropped her cigarette and stepped on it, blowing out the remaining smoke. “Shall we?”

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a dark alleyway. “You were right, it’s much more private back here.” He growled, pushing her against the brick wall. His hands began to roam over her body, groping her curves. “Away from prying eyes....”

She let out a soft gasp as he pinned her against the wall, his hands roaming freely over her body. She reached up to grab his face, pulling him in for a fierce kiss.

His lips crushed against hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as he kissed her passionately. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her lips as he spoke in a low, husky tone. “Be a good little whore and stay quiet....”

She bit her bottom lip, letting out a soft moan in response. “Shh....” she whispered, her hand reaching down to stroke his erection through his pants as she retrieved the angelic blade from her boot.

He groaned softly, his head tilting back as he reveled in her touch. He was so focused on the pleasure she was giving him that he didn’t notice her slowly sliding the blade out of her boot. “You’re so good at that...”

“You’d be surprised just how much I’m......” She quickly buried the blade in his throat, “Good at....”

He stumbled backwards, clutching at his throat as blood gushed out around the angelic blade. His eyes widened in shock and pain as he struggled to speak.

“Shhh...you’re being too loud,” She whispered, applying more pressure to the blade, twisting it slightly. His struggles grew weaker as he fell to his knees, his vision blurring. Finally, he went limp, the life draining out of him.

Lex watched as he died, the blade still buried in his throat. Once she was sure he was dead, she pulled it out with a wet squelching sound and wiped it clean on his clothes before sliding it back into her boot. With her task complete, she stood up and looked around, making sure no one had witnessed the murder. Satisfied that she was alone, she turned and walked away, slipping into the back door of the club.

Inside, the music was still blasting and the crowd was dancing and drinking, oblivious to the murder that had just taken place outside. She made her way to the bar, ordering a drink as she surveyed the room. Her eyes locked onto Vox across the room and a small smile formed on her lips. She finished her drink and set it aside and made her way over to Vox leaning in to whisper in his ear, “What are you doing here?”