Lavender

ένας • one

A tight satin dress wrapped around Octavia's natural figure. Her damp fist crushed the delicate violet material as her diamond heels tapped the ground impatiently. Her burgundy lips etched into a fake grin as she trailed her finger across his face, down to the end of his shirt. Her fingers roamed through his hair as his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure.

"Stop." Caesar's voice commanded through the ear piece. "Do something less...seductive." Octavia subtly rolled her eyes and swirled her wine glass. The man glanced back at his phone for a mere second.

"Quiet." Octavia whispered harshly through the ear piece, simultaneously looking at her prey.

His eyes flared with lust as he admired Octavia's natural figure. He licked his lips and smiled, showing off his decayed teeth. His grotesque face filled up with desire and longing. He adjusted his tie and rested his hands in his pocket.

Octavia tilted her head to the side. "Your name, handsome?" She interrogated, knowing full and well who he was; from his status to his killing techniques.

Octavia always had a sufficient amount of information on her victims. Her team planned the meeting three weeks before commencing the flawless plan. They had mimicked the scene a week ago and adjusted the plan. Everything was conducted beforehand and checked for any breaches of security; there was definitely no room for error.

"Arran." His thick Scottish accent voiced out. "What about you love?" He whispered right above her ear, as his dry hands teased the straps of her rich fabric. The old man lightly traced her curves and grinned.

"Nevaeh." Octavia purred seductively as she twirled her blonde hair. She took a sip of her blood red wine and rested her hands in her lap.

Arran grimaced but nonetheless entwined with his wrinkled hands with her slender ones, their palms slapped together. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." His veined hands and blemished skin swipe her thigh. She managed to hide the disgust that subtly rested upon her face, with a swift look to the side.

Octavia heard Caesar's contagious laughter as her earpiece vibrated.. "A dumb move from a dumb man."

Octavia feigned a laugh and held his hands tighter. "Why, thank you." She held a firm gaze, staring into his black orbs, as he held her gaze.

"I'm afraid, I need to use the restroom. My bladder is going to explode, I've had one too many drinks from here, or else I might pee here." Arran joked and scratched his stubble. He clutched his stomach as he held onto a gag and sprinted as fast as his short legs could take him.

"Ew, nasty fucker. Too much information." Caesar grunted. Octavia blinked rapidly and stared at the security cameras, sending her brother the signal.

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Octavia hooked a one leg around his waist whilst her fingers trailed up his arm. She grabbed his collar and planted her lips onto his crusty ones. His breath was fetid as demons danced across his tongue. Her body started to fight him off like an antibiotic.

She gently pushed him away, even though she wanted to band his head on the door. "I'll get us a glass of wine." Octavia ignored his reply, instead she swayed her hips and strutted out of the room.

She grabbed her distinctive lavender toxin from the microscopic bag that resided near her hip. His death would be effortless. A moderately painless experience from both sides of the spectrum. Her efficient role play worked every time as the silent predator chased its meek prey. The predator lived off its prey; Octavia lived off her victims. She silently observed her helpless prey as it craved for mercy.