Princesses, weaknesses and independence

Fighter [Part 1]

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The soft tune of the radio gently made its way well into the ears of the 24 year old woman. Her location was in a black 1969 sting ray corvette, the sleek color blending with the night and only giving off a soft shine. 

A thin glass of champagne was rested between her fingers, plump lips attaching onto the rim to collect a few sips every few minutes. She was dressed in a cocktail dress, striking grey eyes burning holes into whatever it landed on as her glare was perfectly set in place; claiming the metaphor was true- looks could kill.

Her brown hair was tied up in a bun, a stray hair not to be found as masculine hands rested on her thigh. The man was dressed in a suit, a cigar resting in between his lips as a thumb caressed her skin. "Alessandra." The sound of her stage name made her turn towards him, a gentle hum to acknowledge she was attentive. "What is it, Richard?" 

She sounded like an angel, the perfect act as she looked for her target that her boss had assigned her to. A thin blade twirled in the hand that didn't claim the neck of her glass, on it read multiple quotes of her liking and a code in latin.

"The man I want dead usually hangs out with the big kids, surrounded by body guards constantly. The task is simple, get him to bed and kill him. Escape swiftly and get the job done. Once the news is out, your thirty five thousand will be paid." Richard knew that he didn't need reassurance for the death of the man as Alessandra was the best hitman in the whole continent of Europe and Asia but it was protocol as she was a new customer to him.

"I'll make as much sound as possible, darling." Sarcasm dripped from her voice as she left the humming car, drinking the rest of the liquid before discarding it. Her fingers gently wiped down her dress to smooth out the beautiful fabric, a smile claiming her lips. This was her favorite part of the her job, the seduction and watching as her victims grew hungry with lust. The way their beautiful eyes were overtaken by the sin made her knees weaken and her lips quiver. Call her sadistic, but she wasn't a stranger to this kind of lifestyle.

Her asset stood with his friends, sipping from a wine glass as he looked around the room; immediately finding the shining beauty Alessandra possessed. Her body was at most blessed with the curves that seemed to be in the right places, decent sized breasts and behind only complimented the rest of her figure. Her eyes were a strong and it seemed impossible to miss such amazing orbs, even in a party like this.

The man was enhanced by her, dismissing his company as he approached her and her act was finalized in her head; he seemed like a guy to take advantage of damsels in distress. 

Worry would take her expression while her hands shook, frantic eyes searching around the party as if she lost her friend. "Miss?" A deep voice asked and a hand would wrap around her waist once she turned around and stared at him; her lips trembling. Her prey stood at 6"4 while she was 5"5, making her stare up at him with the most innocent face as she pressed against him and cried into his shoulder. A chuckle would give her next action; her relaxing as she removed herself gracefully from his hold. 

"Oh dear! I am so sorry, it's just-" She paused for effect, a sob wrangling her throat while she looked down in shame. "I came here with my boyfriend and we lost one another in the crowd, when I saw him again he was locking lips with a beautiful girl that I could hardly compete with." Alessandra whimpered, her shoulders sagging while she stared into him with watery eyes, a grin was hidden behind her mask as she watched him fall apart in front of her. His eyes softened but a smirk was still on his face.

"Oh my darling, please come with me where we can talk." This surprised her no doubt, she didn't expect her job to be as easy as this but she was in no room to argue. She followed the man, her heels clicking as she dug deeper into the hallway with no guards following as he had dismissed the seconds before. 

The room was covered in velvet, a delicate design fitting the walls and the small lamp beside the bed dimly lit up the room. The familiar click of the door was heard before she sat on the bed and crossed her legs. She looked around with curious eyes, searching the windows for any locks, which had none, and studied the bed on which she was kill the man on.

"My name is Vincent." He whispered into the quiet aura, his blue eyes wandering her legs as she smiled up at him with white teeth. "Alessandra." The man inched towards her slowly, a sick grin on his lips with a rough hand gently cupping her cheek- on which she leaned into, pushing away the tension in her muscles.

The man leaned forward, his thumb gently caressing her lips while he stared at them, a soft "tsk"ing noise playing on his tongue. In an instant, her back was to the soft bedding and the familiar feel of a cold blade put to her throat. 

Alessandra kept her face straight, staring into the man's eyes as she watched them swirl in different emotions. She should have known he was one of them, a sick predator of the night who could sense the emotions of a hunter within miles. Her canine teeth would carve into fangs, a hiss making a hissing noise to the shifter above her. 

"You are not so well disguised, my lovely Wanheda, commander of death." 

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lol yes i decided to use a the 100 reference. bite me.