Chapter 7
Aran hummed tunelessly as he tapped out a text message to Kilen before his eyes danced over the people who were mingling about with others at the ticketed donation event. All of the money that supposedly went to helping people move into a new life.
They even had some supposed 'success stories' playing on large screens scattered about the room. He supposed that some of them were true since quite a few weren't exactly what was looked for in a sex slave. Much less a slave for anything else.
Wrinkling his nose, he turned back to his phone and sent the message for his Master to have someone dig into the people that had gone through the house, and hopefully find them all. He had no doubt that there was someone in one of the many agencies that would like to know what was going on. Then maybe they could do their jobs and get them out of such a situation to decide what they wanted to do.
Clicking his tongue, Aran tucked his phone back into his purse, smiling some more as his eyes closed halfway, watching the way his target scammed the idiots who swallowed his honeyed bullshit with ease. He found it so amusing that such jaded people could believe what the man was saying.
To Aran, his target was a slimy little snail who needed to be salted and burnt. He may not feel like a normal human, but that didn't mean that he would want what had happened to him to happen to others. No innocent human deserved that fate.
Especially if it was a child who had the whole world against them for their sexuality or gender identity.
Hiding his sneer behind his wine glass, he drained the cheapish wine before putting it to the side and standing from his table. Tucking his purse into the crook of one arm, he walked over to his target with a sweet smile. He was suddenly very glad that it was a semi-formal event that anyone could buy a ticket from, so he wasn't the only cross-dressing male in the room. His floor length skirt luckily hid the four inch chunk heels that were reinforced on the back and a semi-loose skirt hid the small gun on one thigh so much better than a pair of pants.
Both weapons were just in case he got a chance to take out the idiot before his current plan happened. He decided that wouldn't be a bad thing at all.
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رعبHe had a list of targets. They had been stupid and pissed off his bosses in some kind of way. So he would go for them, one at a time. He would show them that in the World of Darkness, there were Rules. It didn't matter if you were psychopathic...
