Change Succubus(Sequel To Succubus' Fun)

Chapter I(Target)

"In other news, recent reports show that there have been a significant increase in disappearances. Police are unsure of the whereabouts of the individuals in question, but it is obvious that no one can verify who the kidnappers are. Tonight though the police have a lead. A warning letter has been sent out to everyone in Aflame Avenue; it's main message is warning every one to remain indoors. To all residence, please remain indoors and report any signs of gunshots or struggles in households. Thank-"

That's right, the assassin thought, warn everyone to remain indoors. By the time anyone noted anything it would be too late. Tonight the target was a very rich weapons exporter. What the assassin had been informed was that this guy had been trading with the wrong groups; mainly his special partners were those against legal authorities. The very same people they were looking for were mainly those against laws. Ironic.

By the looks of his house anyone would be able to tell the man was one to boast his wealth. With statues and expensive portraits adorning his entryway, any normal person who entered would be intimated by the flaunted wealth the man possessed.

Looking at the time, the assassin registered that the scoping out of the household had taken longer than anticipated. To be precise, the assassin had been scoping the area for the past ten minutes. By this time the mental image was already fixed into memory. Just proved how insanely large the house was.
Luckily the assassin wouldn't be waiting long. The target was expected to arrive around the midnight hour. The time slipped closer and closer to that scarlet moment.

The assassin expected to be intercepted by a few guards, though they wouldn't pose much of a threat, the assassin would be able to return to the building before the clock struck past two. Until the target arrived, the assassin thought back on the information they'd been given.

The target was middle aged. His three children, two boys and a girl, had left him when they had come of age and hadn't been in contact with their father since they'd left. It was most likely the knowledge of what their father worked in and whom his connections were that drove them away from him. The assassin smiled at the information that his children would not be a problem in tonight's killing. The man did not have a spouse, he had chosen to remain in the lonely life when his wife had been killed in a trade dispute. All his other kin were either out of contact of they had passed onto the next plane. Also another thing in the assassin's favour. With no one really in contact or knowing the wealthy man there would be no problems with his assassination.

The assassin stopped when a particular portrait came into view. It was not one of the many expensive portraits that adorned his wall. It was a portrait of him and his family, during their happier times. Or what would have been considered happier if one knew of the current situations. The wife had their young daughter cradled in her arms as her husband and two sons stood expressionless. Even in her small smile, it could be seen that the family was an unhappy one.

Perhaps her being killed had been a merciful act towards her; maybe she was what had kept the family together. Who was to say what had happened to the family when their doors were closed.

The assassin was yanked from thought when a car's wheels were heard on the gravel driveway. The assassin smiled. It was rare to be caught in the moment. But now the assassin had one focus, eliminate the target.

The sound of ten pairs of feet coming up the marble porch alerted the assassin to the number of guards that needed to be knocked out. The assassin swiftly pulled out two tranquilizer guns. It would be easier to take down the target once the guards were unconscious.

When the door was clicked open, the assassin took in a deep breath and peeked around the corner. There were a fair number of men as anticipated, but there appeared to be a woman on the arm of the man. Her auburn hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders. Her smile was a light in the dark passage, but something fell heavily in the assassin's stomach. The files had pronounced him a widow, it stated that he had not taken a partner in the past decade. So what special occasion had arisen for the brute to seduce a young woman into his bed.