When The Moon Comes Calling

A Scarlett Night

It was a full house. Bodies flooded the dance floor. Light's flashed colours of red blue and purple. The beat of the music rattled through her bones and how she wished she could join those sweaty bodies and dance her worries away.

She stood watching all of them from a balcony, blowing a blonde lock from her face, her fake blue eyes trailed along with the crowd, waiting, watching, hoping.

Then she saw it, the out of place movement.

Her eyes brightened and she licked her red stained lips, a muted flash in her eyes.

Hunger ran through her veins and clawed at her chest waiting to be released.

"Remember guys, business not pleasure," she spoke softly holding the hunger at bay. Her manicured fingers twitching against the railing.

Her eyes trailed over to the bar, where a familiar face, was stirring up a dirty martini, his green eyes sparkled, his blond hair falling perfectly into them as he seductively smirked at the woman in front of him.

His eyes flickered up to where she was perched.

"Got it," he muttered, but he knew she could hear him clearly.

"I got eyes." her eyes trailed away from his, meeting a pair of similar green eyes of the bartender. The girl tucked her chocolate coloured hair behind her ear, her eyes trailing towards a figure in the crowd of dancing bodies.

Their target was a Mr. Cole Garbuzov, he was handsome, with sky blue eyes and pale blonde hair. He was every girl's dream, rich, tall, sharp-featured, muscular and not to forget a bad boy.

But underneath all that, he was a threat. A liability.

And their job was to eliminate any and every threat to the crown. Big or small. He was nothing but a bug underneath her red bottom heel, unimportant, but he had links. Links who had links to a larger threat.

Besides, the crown paid big bucks.

"Let's get this show on a roll."

She started strolling down toward the stairs, meeting her brunette comrade at the base of them. They maneuvered swiftly through the dancing humans and made their way towards the man. On either side of him stood to large blokes, and by the smell of them, they were both werewolves.

Their eyes immediately trained on the female duo.

"Cole Garbuzov." she called out a cat like a grin stretching across her face.

The two overgrown mutts instantly took a step forward.

"And who may you be?" the target asked eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"My name is Scarlet Smith, a friend of mine reached out to you,about my interest in making a purchase." she tilted her head to the side, the strands of blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders as she fluttered her eyelashes softly.

His eyes trailed down the silky hair and something dark flashed in his eyes. He liked blondes.

"Yes. follow me,красивая. (krasivaya)," A flare of anger washed over her, her eyes darkening, he must have mistaken it for lust, for he smirked at her, before walking off.

'Scarlett' and her companion followed closely behind.

The excitement which did not belong to her sparked in her chest, her eyes met the brunette and she could see the hunger in her eyes, and sent the girl a scolding glare. She smiled sheepishly.

They were lead to the back of the club the, music becoming muffled if she did not focus.

They were then lead to a soundproof room. Inside and out.