The Siren's Prisoner (Completed)

Chapter Seventeen

Unknown POV

I felt a whisper of my name carried on the wind. No one spoke my name in vain anymore, not since I had asked a witch to attach a calling spell to my name. They only when they wanted my services now. I closed my eyes and pinpointed the source of the call. I felt a slight tugging sensation and then opened my eyes. A wary Aikoade was standing in front of me. Her black hair shimmered and her green eyes held more than a bit of anger. She most likely wanted an assassination. "Hello, sister. You called?" I smiled and I saw the Aikoade shiver slightly. I smiled wider. It had taken me nearly a century to get the perfect amount of malice into my grin.

 The Aikoade pulled herself together with some difficulty, as I was still grinning at her. "Yes, I am in need of your services. My daughter, Reaka, has run away," she said, simultaneously showing me a picture of a black haired, violet eyed girl. "I had hoped for her  to return to me, but it was for naught. I have formally disinherited her, now I want her dead.I can not have her tarnishing my good name. I will have a new daughter and she will be my only daughter ever."

I noticed that she had said daughter. It was to be expected, no one wanted a son, not even my mother. The only Aikoade he had any respect for was his sister, who had saved his life and cared for him. His sister had been dead for twenty years. He had started his business eighteen years ago. He tried not to think about how disappointed his sister would have been. She was the only person that hadn't viewed him with hatred, loathing, and disgust. He had loved his sister and his mother had killed her. His mother was his first kill and it had felt good. 

 "Heard and understood," I said,"What was the last known location?" 

 "The last time I saw her was in the prisons about a year ago," the woman replied.

 I nodded. "Lead the way." The woman turned and led the way down a hallway and down a stairway. She led me to a cell. A frightened man was inside. He cowered and I sneered with disgust. I felt the residue of a few transports. As a male Aikoade, I could sense transport trails. It was a reason why almost all of us became assassins. I looked toward the Aikoade. "Before I start hunting, is there any special requests?" 

 She smiled a cruel smile. "Before you kill Reaka, tell her who sent you."

 "Who might that be?"

 "Melaina," she said, the smirk still planted on her beautiful, cruel face.

 I walked over to the exact transport location. I closed my eyes and smiled a wolfish grin. This is going to be fun!