Emotionless Assassin (creepypastas x reader)

Chapter 1

Its was a beautiful day. The sun was bright and shone threw the curtains directly into my eyes, forcing me out of my slumber. I was exhausted to say the least.

I sighed. Yet another sleepless night. I got about an hour's sleep at most. Might aswell start the day. I swung my legs over the bed and sat up looking outside. It was indeed a beautiful day.

I got out of bed and grabbed my black ripped skinny jeans, some converse and a black slightly ripped, oversized t-shirt. I grabbed my duffel bag and packed my work clothes. It consisted of a short tight black skirt some flat black heals and a white button up shirt.

I still have a good hour before work so I decided to have some breakfast. I went downstairs my bag in one hand and made my way to the kitchen. I threw my bag somewhere in the living are and grabbed a box of blue cereal, it has marshmallows in it.

I poured some in a bowl and added the last bit of milk I had left. Don't get me wrong I am beyond rich but I live in a abandoned cabin I found in the woods. Believe me if I wanted to I could buy a mansion, have it furnished, and have 6 kids and spoil them rotten.

Yeah but I have to save up my money. I am an assassin. I go by Bloodlust. I'm 19 years old and I kill people for a living and fun. Your probably wondering where I get my money. Well easy my job is to clear out dead peoples houses and sell everything that doesn't go to the related family.

That way I sell everything and keep most of the money for myself and the rest I give to the company. My parents were also rich but sadly my mom died of Leukaemia and my dad died of Cancer.

I quite school at the age of sixteen and was forced to marry a Prince that my parents choose for me. It sucked. I finished my cereal and put the bowl in the sink. Being an assassin means living alone and having no relatives since you could put them in danger.

I have no relatives, well that's what everyone else thinks. I grabbed my bag that I thew in the living room and started to walk to my job. It wasn't that far with a car but far when I had to walk. Then again I can't really afford to buy  a bus ticket so I have no choice.  I can afford it but I need to save the money.

After walking for about half and hour I finally arrived at my job. My boss went pass me.

"Morning y/n. Please get dressed in the back and start your job immediately your late."

She spoke in a harsh tone. She never liked me due to the fact that I don't want to show any sort of emotion. I simply nodded my head and head to the back to get dressed.

I got on my skirt and white t-shirt and put my hair into a messy bun. I walked out to the front of the store and my boss came up to me again.

"Finally your done. Alright well three weeks ago a murder happend in the rich part of town. You will go there with that family-"

she said pointing at a family of 5 waiting in the waiting area. Two daughters and son and of course the mother and father.

"-and collect all the things they don't want. Call a truck is there is a lot of things and if not use the car. You will come back and sell the items. And for the love of God y/n smile, even if it fake just smile."

She said in a bitchy tone. God did I want to slit her throat right then and there. I stared at her for a few seconds and nodded my head walking to the family in the waiting area.

"Hii I'm y/n, I will be your assistant for the day. Shall we go?"

I asked. The family stared at me as if they didn't know what the fuck was wrong. Then the boy spoke.

"What's wrong with your face. Is it like broken or are you just in a pissy mood."

I took a deep breath. 

"No kid I don't have emotions. Shall we go now?"

They nodded their heads and left out the door. I got in the work car as they drove their own.

When we finally arrived at the house I immediately recognised it. I smiled in my head. Knowing this was my doing and I can get a shit ton of money of this. We stopped our cars outside the gates of the mansion and went inside.

It was as beautiful as I remember. They woman I killed was around her early 30 and the man around 50. I internally smiled at my work. My face remaining emotionless.

"Well let's get stared"