Wilt and Wither

Chapter 1

"You are making killing you a fucking chore."

The creature snapped it's teeth at me. It slashed the air with nasty onyx claws almost scraping my neck. I swung back dodging the razor sharpness deciding to keep my jugular intact tonight.

The last thing I needed was so search for my own body parts when this was over.

I kicked away the thrashing limbs and reached for his neck pouncing on top of it like a cat. Its teeth gnashed against my hold, twisting and spitting as it's slick putrid green body slipped out of my grip, it tumbled staggering as it stood.

It charged, latching onto my arm biting me. Sharp pain twisted through my arm making my blood sing.

"Are you kidding me! Street rules huh?" Even though I was having absolutely an amazing time all parties had to end. I reached for my obsidian blade sliding the cold steel out of my thigh holder. Before he could go for my eyeballs I sank the blade deep splitting it down the spine.

The gnome fell limply twitching slightly as it drew its last breath. I stalked towards it making sure it was indeed gone from this world.

Satisfied I punt kick the corpse watching with glee as it sailed through the air before it landed on the rooftop nearby with a sickening thud.

After inspecting my body for wounds that would no doubt heal in minutes I quickly made sure there wasn't any blood on my new motorcycle boots because I would raise that fucker from the dead and kill him all over again.

I got these bitches on sale.

Wiping the rest of the blood off my blade I tucked it back into the strap the green ooze not fazing me a bit but supernatural blood stains were a pain in the ass to get out.

I really needed to invent supernatural grade laundry soap.

I smiled at the gore around me.

A job well done tonight. Gnomes were nasty little cretins all claws and dagger sharp teeth but dumb as a sack of hammers. I don't know who the hell invented the gnomes for gardens because that was defiantly inaccurate. No adorable red hats or white beards for these guys.

The group I killed tonight had a nasty habit of kidnapping and eating children, not decorating some humans garden.

To be honest those ones were downright creepy as well.

Sighing as I surveyed the tiny green bodies sprinkled across the roof I then hoped down off the building ledge. I was a bounty hunter not a maid I would leave the remains to the Skylers scrounging around.

Disgusting in appearance like literal rats with wings (pretty sure that's where the saying came from) they were gross but harmless to humans and were rarely ever seen. They were the vultures of the supernatural.

I landed with a not so graceful thud and made my way down the alley my boots clicking on pavement slick with fresh rain. No one was around and for that I was thankful I didn't have to explain the high pitched screeches of those little nasties as my blade sunk into its neck.

Music to my ears if you ask me.

Smells of the city mixed with the fresh rain leaving a smell that I loved that I have yet to find in a perfume or air freshener for. I inhaled deeply reveling in it.

Dark and Dangerous by Lucy Crest.

All I had to do now was leave. The mayor of Resena, Ohio already paid me for my work. Guess he had a lot of faith in what I do while I was careful about covering my tracks. I did kind of have a reputation in the supe circle. I got this job done in one night not like it was hard. Gnomes were anything but subtle. Now all I needed to do was find a new job.