Kiss Me, I'm Deadly - Editing

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"Ruslan." Kaz hissed under his breath as he turned to look at the man that he hadn't seen for years.

"Glad to see you too." Ruslan chuckled, brushing his ice white hair out of his eyes. Kaz sure wasn't in the mood to deal with his master. Whenever Ruslan came around Kaz's mood always deteriorated and made him act like a grumpy old man. And frankly Kaz didn't feel like being a grumpy old man at this point in time.

"Why are you here? It hasn't been seven years." He growled through clenched teeth.

"Three years, seven? Same difference Kazimir. When I need you, I can have you. I saved you after all." Ruslan started to pick at his nails, as if he was trying to remove all the dirt possible that was captured underneath them, which was bare to none. Kaz hated how Ruslan acted, like he had not a care in the world for anything besides himself. But after all, Ruslan was a selfish bastard that deserved to die.

"I wanted to die! I was going to die!" Kaz yelled at him. Kaz couldn't help but loose his temper with Ruslan, even when he tried his hardest not to. If Kaz lost his temper with Ruslan, Ruslan would see it as a sign of weakness.

"Oh hush now Kazimir, it's only one tiny favor."

"A favor? Oh good that means I can deny doing it." He sarcastically replied.

"It's a command then!" Ruslan growled stepping closer to Kaz and grabbing a fist full of his dark trench coat. Kaz could smell the scent of freshly consumed blood in Ruslan's mouth, confirming the fact that he had just killed, which meant he was at his peak of full power; this made it useless to argue.

"What do you want?"

Ruslan sat on Kaz's warned leather coaches, sipping on a glass of whiskey. A smile, painted by evil, was placed lopsided on his face. He had more than just a tiny favor in plan for Kaz, this something was going to be big. Kaz could feel it in the pit of his stomach.

"What time do these humans wake now a day?" Ruslan asked an irritated Kaz.

"On weekdays they are all usually gone by seven for work. Weekends I can never tell."

"Interesting." The ice clinked against the glass cup as the whiskey was swirled around. Kaz clenched his jaw.

"And at what time do they sleep?"

"Enough!" Yelled Kaz as he slammed his fist against the coffee table, which in turn made a large cracked appear. Ruslan gazed at Kazimir amused, before sipping his whiskey.

"Oh what a shame looks like you'll be needing a new coffee tab,"

"What do you want Ruslan!" His voiced boomed over Ruslan's. Kaz was going to lose it, he could already feel his nail elongate, digging into the palms of his hands.

"Do you date at all?"

"No."

"What a shame." Ruslan tsked. He then stood up and walked towards his parcel. "It would make this task quite easier if you had experience with woman before." Ruslan began looking through the sac until he grab the thing he needed. He then pulled out a manila envelope, that was sealed tightly.

"What do you want me  to do with women?" Kas asked hesitantly.

"Oh I just need one woman." He cheerfully sighed.

"Just go down to the bar and you can grab one easily."

"No. I need a specific woman Kazimir." The manila envelope was then passed over to Kaz. "I need the woman with this tattoo." Ruslan tapped the manila envelope before he went  back to his seat.

Kaz carefully opened the envelope, making sure not to rip any of the documents it held inside. He then removed the pictures that were within. The first was of no use to him. It was a darkened picture of a form of a woman. No details to be found. The second one though was of a neck of a woman that was angled upwards, as if she was drinking something. At the base of the neck was three bold dots tattooed in a line.

"All I'm getting for information is what her tattoo looks like? For all I know there could be hundreds of woman out there with that tattoo!" Kaz exclaimed. Ruslan just shook his head no in response and pointed back at the envelope.

"I decided to find out more for you, Kazimir. I typed it up and it should be in there." Kaz then went back to the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper that he had missed previously. The paper listed a basic description of the woman; short, about five foot five, long black hair, silver eyes. As well as other tiny, not so useful information.

"The woman I want is quite different from other humans."

"How so?" Kaz asked trying to dig up anymore information that he could.

"That you'll find out in due time, my dear Kazimir." Ruslan chimed.

"Why not now, Ruslan?" Was asked in return, with anger and frustration laced into each word.

"It's all part of the fun. It leaves a mystery that you get to answer when you complete your task." Was his all too joyful response.

"Well I must be off now. Things to do, people to see, humans to feed upon, all that jazz. I'll return in the near future my dear Kazimir. So you better get a move on." Ruslan then made his way to the balcony door and pulled apart the doors to step through onto the outer platform. He then turned his body around to face the being he had created years of go. The being he made so his plans could finally be fulfilled.

"Oh and one more thing Kazimir. Start at the place where the people never sleep." And with a wave Ruslan disappeared into the night.

Kaz sat on his couch still trying to wrap his mind around the events that just unfolded. In the tight grip of his hands, were the pictures of the mysterious woman he had to find, had to trick, and had to bring to Ruslan, for an almost certain death. 

The task seemed nothing but long and tedious, as well as a task that Kaz didn't want to fulfill. Kaz would have had no problem finding this woman for himself. He could live with the regret of killing innocent people that he manipulated, but bringing them to someone else to get killed didn't sit right with him. But he had to do it, or else he would be the one dead.

He had to start immediately, there was no question about it. So he started at the information that proved most helpful; the place where people never sleep. The first place that would pop up in anyone's mind, even Kaz's, was Las Vegas, but Ruslan wouldn't give a hint that was that easy to solve. The place Ruslan was talking about was someplace close, Kaz could feel it deep down in him. And then it hit him like a ton of bricks, Ruslan was talking about the club that was just a couple blocks from his apartment.

Kaz had to go to 24/7 Night.