Assassin's princes

First time

I never thought I would move by myself. I can feel my anxiety building up inside my chest. Pressing, rubbing against my chest as if it would jump out and yell at the world. I looked at the city like a wide eye child would do in a candy shop.
"Hey lady, you going to pay me?" The cabman asked. I nodded then scrambled to get my wallet out of my purse. Hoping not to embarrass myself, I hand him the money and roughly shove my wallet back in my purse. I give a small smile and hope I can put on a good mask. I can feel it again, it wants out. I have to hold it in. I feel it, his pulse. I blink a couple of times, my gums are burning I feel it again.
My blood pumps in my veins. The slight brush of our hands. I'm shaking, the heat of his skin on mine. "thanks, lady." I blush 'say something anything' I tell myself.
"Your welcome, sir" I look away as I feel my teeth extending. They slightly brush against my lower lip. My cheeks are getting flush. I walk away from the cab quickly to the apartment building. The doorman is waiting patiently for a person to walk up to the door. The plain red shirt is tight on his neck as if it is one size too small for him. He is standing straight as a board looking around for someone. His red and black hat covers most of his brown hair. As I get closer, it gets worse the need for someone or anything.
"Hi miss, how are you?" I look up quickly I didn't know, I was already there. He is taller than he looked back there, he has brown almond shape eyes they slightly crinkle on the sides from smiling. I give him a quick smile. "I'm okay," I say. The slight slur of my words from my teeth. I walked by, I need to get away. I can't let it show; My hands are shaking, my pulse is wild I'm sure my eyes are dilated. As I walk across the greeting room I smell the sweet smell of—death.
My heart drops into my stomach 'not in this place too'. I walk faster to get to my room. I take two turns and I see it. My body relaxes, my teeth go back in place, I still feel the heat in my cheeks. I slow down a little to see the little brass number 479 on the dull red door. I let out my breath I didn't know I had. Out of nowhere, there's a stomach clinching scream. My back is stiff once again, then I smell it—Blood. I had a tight hold of my door nob. "Just leave it," I whisper to myself. As if it was a prayer to help me stay in that spot.

I slowly walk into my apartment. The sweet smell still lingers in the air. My throat is tight, I can't help but inhale more. My body is tense, my gums burn once more. I try to relax and close my eyes, but all I see is my dead mother in her blood. Her pale lifeless body and her once beautiful blue eyes are now pale grey. My eyes sting and my hands shook. I rub my temples on the side of my head. I need control but I'm losing it fast. I walk around my apartment for a while. Until I can get control over the urges. After a few minutes, I find myself in the restroom. The first thing I see is normal, black hair, pale skin, flush cheeks, and blue eyes that are now dilated and almost fully black. I walk to the sink and grab the sides tightly. I stare at myself, frowning, wondering why? The one question that I have no answer to. Why did I move to this city? It has become harder for me to adjust. I undress to shower, hoping to wash away stress. As I'm about to enter the shower, I hear a faint knocking sound in the living area.

My body pulses from excitement and fear. My chest gets tight once again filling with anxiety. Pushing, rubbing, itching in my chest. I'm a few steps away from the door. I open it slowly, the anticipation is slowly eating at me. I push up against the wall, I slowly slide my feet on the floor my heart is pounding against my chest, my hands are getting sweaty, and they are shaking from fear. I close my eyes to be calm to regain composure. I hit the end of the wall, I slowly turn myself around so my front will be facing the wall. I'm scared, I let my headrest on the wall for a second. I hear boots they are heavy on the floor, they make a deep sound with each step. Slowly walking in my direction. I feel sweat forming on my scalp and the back of my neck. 'Stay calm' I say, the boots are close. I turn back around so my back is facing the wall. 'I can do this, I have to do this' I feel it, pulsing in my mind, my gums are burning, I feel them growing they softly graze my lower lip. He is close to me. I hear his slow breathing. The calm beats of his heart. I grab the edge of the wall. I feel the vibrations of his boots on the floor. I slowly push-off of the wall and, turn into the hall, head down. The boots stop. I look up from the ground, I'm stunned. My heart beats rapidly. He is tall, with tan skin, and broad chest, dark long hair that was tied back from his face. He is beautiful. My eyes are now fully black, I feel my cheeks get warm. I let it out, I admire the man. A slow sinister smile is made on my face, my nails are slowly extending. My conscience is slipping. The killer in me wants to play. I have never killed someone this will be my first. I don't want to do this. This is why I moved. He moved first, it was fast, planned, and it was—deadly.