Dark Angel 💀 {Erotic Vampire Adventure}

Chapter 10 - 1989, Continued

"Now what?" I ask as Mickey's crappy van rolls to a gentle stop on a quiet suburban street.

Gawd, I hate the burbs.

Hundreds of the same model-house (in variations of the same muted colors) sprawl out before us, all of them so aptly matching the mundane mind that designed them. I've never understood the appeal of living in a gated community and the false sense of security some humans crave. Numbing themselves with potluck dinners, PTA meetings, and knickknacks while they grow oblivious to the dangers lurking just behind their perceived veil of safety. Give me a big dirty city where the crazy is all out in the open laid bare for those brave enough to survive its pulse. At least that's honest.

"Now, we sit here and wait." Mickey says with a toothy grin.

"But he's home." I reply, slightly confused.

"Aye, I know," Mickey says with a chuckle, "but I prefer to watch my prey. Get to know 'em a bit before I end their miserable existence."

"Why do you bother to watch? Aren't we just supposed to catch the mark off-guard?"

"Excited to start killing are you?" He laughs.

I don't get the joke, and Gavriel wouldn't be happy if he knew we were just sitting here on our asses.

"Aye, we are, but I was raised Catholic, for what that's worth now, and I still believe that all life is sacred." Mickey's staring into the picture window of our mark's house as he tells me. "I don't like being so careless about taking a life...any life."

"What does being religious have to do with anything?" I ask as fix my stare on the same window he's concentrating on.

"A lot, for me." Mickey says turning his attention back to me. "But you don't have to be religious to be a good person, despite what some crackpots will tell you."

Mickey winks playfully at this and a giggle escapes my lips. I like this guy. He's deep. However, no amount of watching is going to stop what we're here to do. We have orders.

"These guys are criminals and scumbags, you know." I recite Gavriel's words as my own personal dogma. "They had their chance at life and this is the price they pay for their actions."

The Dark Angel dogma is the only religion I've ever really known and for the past three years I have been fully indoctrinated. The rules are simple and finite, we don't ask questions, we show no mercy, and we leave no trace.

"Is it really that simple for you little one?" Mickey searches my eyes for a moment. "Have you ever taken a life?"

"No." I answer with a roll of my eyes. "That's why I'm on this mission with you."

"Aye, you're here to learn." Mickey answers carefully. "That man could have a family in that house with him, are you really willing to drain the life of an innocent because you were too careless to understand your mark's habits?"

Damn, he's got me there.

My silence makes Mickey smile as he turns his attention back to the house. I feel like a dumb-ass for not even considering what Mickey is telling me. We don't know anything about our mark's, including their home life.

"So, how long do you watch?" I ask finally.

"Just long enough to find the right opportunity." Mickey says with a shrug. "Plus, we can't go in there without an invitation. So we're going to have to find a way to get in there, or kill him somewhere that other human's won't see."