The Last Immortal

Chapter One

The Last Immortal – Chapter One

Present Day – Barcelona, Spain

I sat on the third row from the bottom in the Liceu opera house, surveying every detail.

I had gotten info that my next target would be in here tonight.

I swept my eyes across the whole room, until something caught my eye. He was here. I watched as a woman stood up and half a minute later, he followed. I rolled my eyes. That was the oldest use of getting blood.

Quietly, I stood up and left my seat, trying to not disturb anyone as I passed. I walked straight to the stairs then sped down them in my fast speed. I had super speed, super strength and super senses. Everything was super.

As I raced down the stairs, I quickly tied my hair back so he didn’t have an advantage if we started fighting.

When I reached the bottom,  I saw the woman enter the toilets and the target was about to follow.

“that was a stupid move,” I said to him before he could even touch the door.

He turned and faced me, his face changing into an ugly scowl.

“and who are you to say that was a stupid move while you followed me here?” he asked with a hiss.

I smiled evilly. “I’m here to inform you that due to your, shall we say disrespectfulness, to the one rule of the Supernatural, you are hereby punished,” I said when took my dagger from my leg sheath under my long dress.

His eyes widened slightly as he changed glances between the dagger and my menacing face.

“if you kill me, Death, I will see you in Hell with me,” he snarled and leapt at me.

I sidestepped him then when he came for me again, I met him half way. His fangs glistened as we fought for control of the situation.

“you should know something by now,” I said, moving my head back to avoid his attack with his fangs.

“what?” he snarled.

I smiled. “with age comes strength, and you are only two hundred years old,” I said.

He paused for the briefest second, and in that second, I dug the dagger into his heart.

“rot in Hell,” I growled as I watched him turn to ash.

 I smiled again then went into the toilets to check myself. Not a hair out of place.

“Hermosa nit d'òpera?” the woman asked in Catalan as she washed her hands. (Beautiful opera tonight?)

I nodded. “Per descomptat. Tenir una bona nit.” (Of course. Have a good night.)

I left the room then slowly left the building altogether.

I pulled my phone out and dialled Greg. He picked up on the first ring. “you finished Renee?” he asked without any hello’s.

“of course. Now, I want to know where my next assignment is,” I said cutting to the chase.

The sound of him shuffling through paper came through loud and clear for a second before he replied. “next destination is Melbourne.”

“as in Australia?”

“yes.”

I haven’t been there since the gold rush, I thought. “okay. Send the documents to my email and I’ll get the next plane. And this time, I hope there are more details on the mission. You didn’t tell me the last mission was a vampire,” I hissed into the mobile.