Untamed

Kane

My hand reached under the bed where Cruor was resting. Quiet as a mouse my small fingers curled around the handle. The euphoric thrill was kicking in. I knelt in front of Ky and brought my knife up above him.
"Sweet dreams," I whispered as I thrust cruor straight into his heart. His eyes shot straight open. Blood dripped from his mouth. I brushed his hair away from the sticky crimson. He shook for a moment then stayed forever still. I closed his eyes. He looked sadly peaceful. I cleaned my knife off then search the room and cleaned up anything that the life well-being enhancers might trace back to me. I slipped my dress and shoes back on and cleaned myself up a bit. I walked out the door, made my way home and continued my living my life.
Except it didn't happen that way...
When I closed the room door behind me, I was slammed against the wall. My hair flew into my face and I grabbed at my knives. My hands were quickly grabbed before I had the chance. I looked up to face my attacker. I mean really look up. My he was tall and my height wasn't helping.
"Is he dead?" He asked harshly while gripping my arms tightly. God he was gorgeous. Structured jaw, tousled dark hair, tempting lips and chocolate eyes you could just melt in...
"Well?" He asked impatiently- shaking me out of my trance. Get a grip. You're better than this. You're Kiara the Shadow. You make men drool over you and women envy you.
"Who are you and why do you care?" I said shaking him off me.
"Mayciel sent me, to tie up any loose ends," he said with a smirk.
"You're going to kill me?," I scoffed. He looked me up and down.
"Was this really the best Mayciel could do?" He smirked, ignoring my question, "He hired a little girl. Why don't you run along and play with your dolls."
Now he's pissing me off. I grabbed my knives pushed him against the wall, holding one knife to hid neck and one to his gut. I check up and down the halls to make sure no one was watching.
"This little girl prefers knives,"I informed. His breath quickened but after a moment he smiled and relaxed. He took advantage of my surprise and spun me around, grabbed my wrist and pushed venenum against my neck. That shank stole my knives! He's going to die. My arms tried to rip away from him but his grip was too tight. This was bad. He chuckled at my failed attempt. I bit my lip hard. Hard enough to draw blood. I could taste it. It was like sucking a penny. Blood tasted like copper, which I realized tasted like fear. What can I do? I was fast but that wouldn't help me now. I can't do anything. I'm going to die. I relaxed in his rough arms.
"Kill me then," I said with a smirk.
"You're not afraid?" It was more of a statement.
I shook my head slowly.
I felt arms slowly release me. I turned to face him.
"I can't kill you," he said almost hysterically.
"GOD DAMMIT! WHY CANT I KILL YOU?!" He yelled and pushed his hair back with his hands in dismay,"WHO ARE YOU?"

Might as well mess with him a little.

"Kiara," I almost sung and gave a little curtsy for effect. Silly little me, "and you are?"

"Kane, Just, Kane."

"Well, Just Kane, Its a pleasure."