It was a warm January night. Olive was enjoying a long walk through the park while she thought of work and her upcoming birthday. It was the night after New Year's Day, she was surprised at the silence since she was very close to downtown Chicago. She figured all was well. Her thoughts went from the city to her new client. She had been hired to "deal" with Wendy Lane's husband Stephoné Miller. Normally she wouldn't have a problem but, wait let me take you back to the very beginning. Her name is Olive O'Neal. Her best friends were Keyoné Hawks and Christine David O'Keanal. She lives the life of everyone else except for the fact she's a vampire assassin. No, she doesn't kill vampires, ok well she kills anything she's hired to kill but she is a vampire. Her friends know and they keep her secret. They are normal humans who try to keep up with her. They planned a " surprise " birthday party for her. The 11th for her was a depressing day she would be 666 years old. Yea, I said it, the oddest numbers of them all. For her to be so "old" she looks damn good. She laughs every time people card her, if only they knew...... if only they knew.
