The Assassin

Chapter Eight

"Hello." I heard a mans voice behind me and I turned around to see a tall business man standing behind me. "Are you lost?"

Dammit, I thought to myself. He's been watching me. I smiled calmly and replied with a shake of my head. The man seemed confused. 

"You've been standing here for more than an hour." He just calmly stared at me. I realized he didn't seem to know me. Everyone knows me. How come he doesn't? "You've been staring up at my office." The man spoke softly has he raised his hand to point at the third floor office windows I had been watching. I looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you Mark? Mark Phillips?" I said with a flirty look. 

"Yes, indeed." He got a relaxed look on his face. "Who's asking."

"My name is Oliva." I smiled. He's so stupid. Any person can tell I'm lying about my name.

"Well," He smiled. "Olvia. Would you like to join me for dinner?" He asked as a long black limo pulled up beside us. I looked at him peacefully. 

"I'd love to." I smiled and nodded at him as I hopped into the back of the limo.

Making sure my dagger stayed hidden by my hair. I felt his hand brush my long black hair and I turned to snatch his hand and yank him into the back of the limo. I slammed the door shut and climbed on top of him. I straddled him and pulled my dagger out and slammed it down into his chest. He screamed out in pain and I twisted it inside of him. I leaned down to look into his eyes as his life faded away. I rolled off of him and turned to look at the driver who had a horrified look on his face. I smiled, blew him a kiss, and crawled out of the car; slamming the door firmly behind me. The driver just drove off. Probably taking the body to the police. I whipped my hair in the wind. They can't trace it back to me. They never can. I looked down at my hands. Crovered in blood.

"Well," I shrugged. "Shit." I added as I looked around. People were staring at me from all angles. I got my serious look on and they all kept walking. They all turned away. Except one person. I looked closely at the man in the hoodie. He was leaning up against a wooden gate as I was walking by. I flicked my dagger and it stuck in the wood right beside the mans face; sticking his hood to the wood. The man smiled as I approached. I leaned in to where my face was inches from his face. "I thought I told you to leave." I whispered as I yanked my dagger from the wood.

"That kill doh," He smiled and took down his hood. Ezethiel's beautiful blue eyes looked down into mine and I longed to be in his arms again. "That was sexy." He winked. Our faces only an inch or two from each other.

"How'd you see that? I was careful." I replied. His chuckled and rubbed his left hand on my cheek.

"You're so beautiful." I slapped his hand and he laughed. "I was watching."

"How?"

"My favorite form." He looked at my hand. "And your least favorite."

"I hate spiders." I said firmly as I turned to walk away. He gently grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him and placed his lips gently on mine. I pulled away instantly. "No." I shook my head. "I can't do this."

"Yes," He rubbed his hand up and down my arms slowly. "You can."

"No," I pushed his hand away. "I can't." I looked down at my hands. The blood now almost dried on my hands. "I have to go. I have to clean up."

"Shower?" He asked. I looked at him funny.

"Um, yes. Of course."

"May I come?" He said with a flirty tilt of his head. "Pweese?"

"Ugh." I put my hand on my forehead and hook my head. "No, Ezethiel. No." I looked up into his blue eyes one more time. "Goodbye."

I started walking away and I could just feel his eyes on me. He watched me the entire way until I turned around the corner to where I had tied my horse. I mounted him slowly and waited there a minute to see if he was following me, but to my disappointment. He didn't show. I sighed and headed home.

000

I sat alone on my couch drinking a cold beer. My wet hair pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. My ripped black sweatpants yanked up to my knees. My black bra unbuckled. I leaned my head back on the edge of the couch. I miss him already. I said to myself. Dammit, Shadow, get your head right. You can't love. Love isn't for you. It's just not. I shook my head and closed my eyes. I buried my head in my hands and cried. I actually cried. The tears felt weird on my face. My vision blurred. After several minutes I lifted my head back up and saw a small black spider on my coffee table. I looked closely at the spider. Ezethiel? I thought to myself. No, it can't be. I leaned down closer to the spider. It wasn'y him. I mean, Ezethiel doesn't have red on his back end. I took my beer bottle and pushed down on the spider; smearing it's insides all over the bottom of my bottle. I wiped my eyes and stood up to head for my bed. It's only 7pm, but I was so exhausted and sick to my stomach; I just had to go to bed early tonight. I crawled into bed and stripped down. I lay under the covers comfortably and reached out to turn out the light. I rolled onto my back in the darkness. I closed my eyes and thought to myself:

Goodnight, my dear Ezethiel.

I could've sworn I heard him reply:

Goodnight, my beautiful Shadow.