Killing me Softly

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The wind whipped through the young girls hair as she inconspicuously darted between the clustered buildings of her neighborhood. She ducked underneath a store front pulling the hood of her red jacket over her head tugging tightly on the black strings. The sounds of night life assaulted her momentarily assuaging her of her worries . She rolled up her jacket sleeves out of muscle memory until the biting cold air hit her arms. Her meloncholy mood permeated the air around her  somehow managed to stay on her like a second skin even after she tumbled out of her bedroom window landing on the ground with less grace than she would have wanted to. A quick pat and a nod of her head reassured her that all bones were in place before she took off back into the bitter cold night. Stopping in front of an abandonned building she pushed her weight against the weather beaten door pushing it open. She slid her hood off her ink black hair loooking around at the ornate interior of the place this place always served to remind her that looks can most definitely be deceiving. Contrary to popular belief the place she had walked into was less than abandoned. Everything that moved or had a purpose started here in this headquarters. Here is a place where tyranny reigned supreme. With strict and careful teaching she had become one of the most skilled demon hunters of her time to some and still a no one to most. New Yorks most prized hunter was Xui Milan.  She felt not a shred of jealousy either. She shrugged out of her jacket hanging it up rubbing her hands over her coca colored skin to gain some extra warmth. The sound of heavy foot steps pulls  her out of her train of heavy thought and a rough hand shoves her against a wall caging her in. This thing this man is set in gold tattoos visible everywhere. He's more than a feral beast and worse than a monster. He's the things they lay down their lives everyday to kill he's a demon. With blood on his hands, secrets I'm his head  and shadows in his eyes.
He leans against her pressing his weight on her body in all the right places. She looks up at him to see if at least a strike of familiarity cross over his face and is disappointed to find none.
"Who are you and what are you doing creeping in his around this time? Dangerous things happen at night " he said his voice low to her ears melting her insides like ice cream on a warm day. She steeled her face into an authoritative facade and crossed her arms glaring up at him
" I am who I am Mr.Milan. And what I am is late to an important meeting. If you'll be so kind as to move before I move you myself." Her voice slightly wavering at the end of her sentence she runs her fingers through her hair. Tossing the scent of peaches and coco butter into the air. And unnatural but lively combination.