Elliot Cultro spotted her target.
An thirty one year old lord named Milas. He entered the musky bar and walked up to the front to order.
He was quite handsome but clearly a asshole. He had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and pasty pale skin. His features were sharp and defined. Not exactly her type, though.
As the eighteen year old walked up to him, she swung her hips and smiled seductively. Lord Milas quickly noticed the beautiful woman walking toward him.
With a fake sweetness to her voice, Elliot greeted, "Hi, I'm Melody." Fake name. Of course. The man looked her up and down.
" Well, Melody. What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this? " He winked, almost making 'Melody' vomit.
She faked a blush and batted her lashes, "Having a drink, handsome."
This seemed to make him pleased. 'Big ego,' she thought, 'I can use that.'
The man introduced himself as Lord Milas and kissed her hand. Elliot let out a giggle and made sure to place her hand right above her breast, to draw attention to it.
It worked like a charm and after about twenty minutes of Lord Miles bragging about himself and Elliot giggling and complementing him, he invited her to somewhere private.
"Why don't we go down to the inn to talk?" He asked, subtly. Elliot nodded enthusiastically and leaned forward to his ear.
She seductively asked, "What are you waiting for?" And gracefully walked to the doors turning around to beckon him with her finger.
He came like a puppy, almost making her chuckle, "Horndog," she mumbled.
They walked down the street and into a tired looking building. The blue paint was chipped, the wood floors dirty. The bed had God knew how many diseases and Elliot swore she saw a rat.
A perfect place for a kill.
As they walked into their room, Lord Milas slammed the door shut and stalked Elliot like prey. His chocolate brown eyes starting hungerly at her body.
In the speed of light, Elliot was pushed up against the wall being eagerly kissed. She kissed back, slowly grasping the knife tucked under her shirt.
As she put her hands around his neck she pulled away from the intense make out session. The lustful look in the man's face made her smirk.
She whispered, "I win." And plunged the silver knife in his heart. A sickly laugh came from her lips as Lord Milas eyes glazed over and blood dripped into his expensive looking shirt.
Elliot pushed him to the floor, he hit it with a thud. 'Sick bastard.' She thought, stepping over his body.
As Elliot walked out the door, she caught her reflection. The familiar look of a beauty.
Thick, black hair cascaded down to her waist in ringlets. Violet eyes pierced through any person to talk to her, her olive skin was smooth and blemish free. Plump lips and high cheekbones finished the gorgeous ensemble.
The girl blew a kiss to herself before she walked out of the inn and onto the street.
She was one third of the way to the other side when a couch came out of no where. At top speeds, no less.
The horses tried to stop, sending the carriage tumbling over on its side. A wheel ran over Elliots leg, crushing the bone. An agonizing wail escaped her lips and the blood loss started to make her vision blurry.
She started to see multiple cases of purple when a person crouched in front of her. She couldn't make out his face but the last thing she saw was a huge chunk of metal of his head.
Then, everything went black.
The girl woke up to a blinding white light.
Her eyes fluttered open to a very, very bright room. The walls were painted white, the floor was white tile, medical equipment littered the white counter.
Elliot sat up, her head was pounding. Where was she? She was in some kind of hospital but which one? What hospital is this clean?
As she swung her legs over the white bed, she suddenly become aware of the cast on her leg. "Holy shit!" She cursed, surprised by the turn of events.
Everything was going wrong. She had an injury, which meant her income would decrease for an month or two. Her daughter was at home with the nanny, and oh! SHE DIDNT KNOW WHERE SHE WAS!
She started yelling, "Hello? HEllo?! Is someone here?! I need out!"
A few seconds later a women in fiftys scurried in. She looked very motherly with a plump figure, dark brown hair, kind brown eyes, and kindly face.
"Yes, miss?" The lady asked, moving towards Elliot.
Elliot was panicking, "Where am I? I need to go! My daughter's at hom-" The lady cut her off,
"It's okay, miss. Youre in the infirmary. Alpha Cole instructed me to heal you and watch over you until he comes back. "
"Who the fuck is that? " Her panic was increasing, her daughter was at home.
A low, rumbly voice came from the doorway, "I am."
Elliot looked up to see a Greek God of a man. He stood about 6'2-'3, muscles defined under his expensive silk clothes, bronze skin, hazel hair, and emerald green eyes.
But she didn't have time to drool over this guy, "I need to go home." She demanded. Her eyes blazing.
The man s, Coles eyebrow raised, "Really? Why?"
" My daughter's at home! And the nanny might leave her alone! " Elliot lowered herself off the bed, panic and worry overriding the shooting pain in her leg.
She limped over to the man, "Please? I need to go. She's just a baby!"
The man's eyes softened slightly, but his crossed arms seemed a little more unsympathetic.
"Listen, lady," he started, " I can send some people to retrieve her but your in no condition to get up. "
Elliot opened her mouth to protest but he was already gone. He didn't even know where she lived!
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Wilted Rose
Romance"Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two different things." She starred into his eyes, daring him to argue, "You had a warm bed and fifteen servants waiting on you hand and foot. I had the ground and no safety. So if I had to kill to eat...
