Deathmary Wanted [[ ON HOLD ]]

I sat down and put my head between my knees. What is wrong with me? Have I lost my touch? It seemed so easy before, just one slash and it was a goner. But now I can't seem to even touch him, let alone kill him. I took a deep breathe. Calm down Chris, I thought.
"What's wrong, tiger?" He teases, with his deep and dark voice, that makes my hair in my arms stand up.
What the hell?
"Don't call me that!" I growl at him, giving him my deathliest glare I can muster up. But instead of cowering away in fright or even flinch, he laughs and hold his hands up defensively.
That infuriates me even more. "I will tie you up and castrate you, if you don't shut the hell up."
He was getting in my nerves. Why, oh why, am I having such difficulties with this boy?
But he chuckles and winks at me. "Ooh, kinky. I love kinky girls."
I tried to lunge at him, but he easily dodges me, laughing his ass off.
Fuck my life.

Her name is Christine Rosemary but the people who know her call her Chris. The others, on the other hand, call her Deathmary. No one but her friends, know how she looks like but they know what she does. She kills and murders. Everyone fears her, from fragile humans to the vigorous creatures that walk the earth: the angels and the ame damnee, who are known as fallen angels. She has taken over thousands of lives and she all does for money. She doesn't give two fucks if they're pure or evil, she'll kill it without a second thought if the price is right. So why does she hesitate to exterminate the most wanted ame damnee in Europe?