It was always warm this time of year in New York, which was good, because I hated the cold, I always did. One thing I'd grown to love about the big city was the constant flow of people from all over the world, coming to see what the city had in store for them. At one particular bar in downtown Brooklyn, it's name just as simple as the location itself: The Brooklyn Tavern. It wasn't very creative in my mind, but the people to sit at the bar stools were, very much so. Take the man in the corner who resembled much in my mind like a lumberjack who'd been drowning his sorrows in misfortune for years. I've been in Brooklyn for nearly 2 weeks, and I already knew these people by name, and their stories. For instance, the man I liked to call the 'lumberjack' was actually a retired business man from Minneapolis, who'd caught his wife cheating on him with his best friend of 45 years. Every night, he sits at the bar and attempts to get so drunk, that he'll forget the betrayal he felt as he watched his best friend crawl into bed with his wife. I always thought the idea of love to be cruel, really. I've spent so much time alone, that it's hard to picture me even believing in the idea of love, let alone believing in it. It was always just me, and a friend or two along the way, nothing more, and that's the way I like it.
I was snapped out of my wandering thoughts by my phone vibrating in my pocket, and it was exactly who I expected it to be. "I'm assuming he's outside?" I ask my client through the phone. "Yes, I've already paid my price, just please make sure he pays his." The young vampire pleaded through the phone. "Consider it done, pleasure doing business with you, Amelie." I smile, ending the call, and turning around to find the man I was sent to kill. He stood taller, wearing a dark denim jean jacket with similar jeans and a black t-shirt to match. He almost looked like a strange, younger, and more introverted version of Chris Pratt to me.
I watch as he sits at a bar, and I smirk to myself. I was never the type to create a scene, unless I wanted to leave a message, of course. I drink what was left of my drink and walk over to the male vampire, who I knew went by the name of Evan Mercer. I stand from my seat at the nearly dead bar, and saunter over to Evan, who'd just ordered his drink.
"Evan Mercer, I presume." I say, taking a seat next to him. "Depends who's asking." He grunts. "Watch your tone, my young friend." I growl, not appreciating his rudeness. It was then that he actually looked up at me, and I saw fear shoot through his eyes. "Black Widow." He mumbles under his breath, but thanks to supernatural hearing, I'm able to hear him, so I allow an evil smirk to grace my gloss-lined lips. "The one and only, now Evan, may I please talk with you outside, I believe we have business?" I ask, my tone more calm now. He nods, his gaze remaining on me at all times. Normally, I was able to just kill my victims, but since we are in a bar, I figure it'd be easier to lure him out and kill him rather than have to compel all of the people in here.
He follows me outside into the buzzing streets, and I can sense the fear radiating off of him like a furnace emitting heat. "W-what do you want with me?" He asks, his voice wavering as he follows me into an alley. "You see, Evan, I have some business with you." I smirk, shoving him against the wall with force. "P-please! I'm innocent!" He cries out.
"Hmm, from what your friend Amelie tells me, you mercilessly murdered her sister and her mother, along with her newborn nephew." I tisk, pushing him harder against the brick siding, which causes him to let out a pained groan. "Now me, being me, answered for her. But after seeing the newborn you mercilessly slaughtered, I knew I had to kill you." I sum up, shoving my right hand into his chest, feeling his beating heart around my hand. "P-please, I'm begging you! It was an accident!" He cries out, but I give his heart a squeeze to shut him up. "I don't like people who kill kids. You deserve his, consider it me doing you a favor." I shrug, right before I rip his heart from his chest. He gasps out for a second, then I watch as his body begins to turn grey, the dark blueish veins popping up all over his body. I allow him to tumble onto the pavement, throwing his heart on top of the rest of him. "I don't like people who mess with kids. I hope you rot in hell." I spat at his dead body. I wipe the crimson blood on my black skirt that hung just below my leather jacket. I look around, slipping on my sunglasses, before making my way back to the buzzing, dark streets.
I walked down the lit up streets as taxis and cars beeped and sped past in a trail of traffic that could be seen and heard for miles. The only downside to New York is that no matter what time of year it is, it's always so damn noisy. It also doesn't help that I have sharp vampire hearing. Yep, you heard it, I'm a vampire.
Thing is, I'm not just any vampire, people over the years have labeled me many names, some like 'Queen of Death' or the more famous one I'm known for is 'black widow'. I'm one of the few vampires that most vampires are afraid of. I'm a business woman, of sorts. People call me, they want a job done, I do it, but for a price. The price always varies, but I always get what I want, and my 'customers' you could say, always get what they want, so long as they pay my price. Amelie, the woman who called me to kill Evan, offered me a beach house in Miami. Though I could always compel myself one, I saw the photos of her family whom he'd murdered, and I killed him because one, I was asked, and two, he deserved to rot in hell for what he'd done.
I've been alive for 867 long years, and not once has someone challenged me. To put it simply, I'm famous amongst the supernatural community, werewolves, vampires, and witches alike. I've even heard the Originals has heard of me, which kind of scares me a bit. I may be feared by the supernatural community, but everyone fears the Originals. No matter who you are, if you're a supernatural being, you know better than to mess with the Originals.
I'm just about to walk into a club, when I hear my phone ringing once again. A business woman's job is never done. I mentally sigh, before I look down at the name, and I smile when I see the name of one of my oldest and closest friends flash across the screen. I click the green button and hold my phone up to my ear. "Hello, Katherine." I drag out. "Hey, Lena, are you busy at the moment?" She asks, and I can only assume that she needs a favor. You see, giving favors to my friends is different from doing them for strangers. When Katherine needs a favor, she doesn't pay a price, she tells me what she needs, and I do it.
"What do you need, Kat? I know you." I ask with a knowing smirk even though she can't see me, and she chuckles. "I need backup." She says. "Name the time and place and I'm there." I say and I can only imagine the smile on her face. "Remember Mystic Falls?" She asks. "How could I not? Those town folk always were a bore but the drama is always impressive. When do you need me there?" I ask. "As soon as you can." She says after a moment of silence.
"I'll hop on a plane and I'll be there." I say and she chuckles. "See you soon Lena, thanks for this." She states, and I can't help but grin knowing I'm gonna get to see my best friend soon. "See you soon, bye Kat." I say before ending the call.
I pull up a webpage on my phone, and book tickets for the next flight going to Virginia. Time to go back to the town me and Katherine fled from nearly a century ago.
