She reached out and grabbed him by the arm. He was thick and muscular, which made getting a grip harder with her smaller hands. Pain responded to the touch, though his mind was still in a haze from the nightmare. He blinked repeatedly as he tried to recapture an understanding of his surrounding.
“What is this? What did you do to me, you little bitch!”
“I just made you live your worse nightmare. But I can free you from it. I can help you escape.”
“There’s no escape. You aren’t going to talk your pretty little body out of this one. On a normal day, I’d like to play with you a little. Take a little lovin’. But I don’t got no time for that. I only got time to break you. Then because of your buddy downstairs, I’m going to have to deal with about a hundred cops before I get away. You’ve fouled things up bad for yourself. This could have been quick and easy.”
“It will be quick,” Melinoe said. “But nothing is ever easy, not when mortals are involved. Even those cursed with long life.”
“I don’t understand a word you’re saying, bitch.”
Pain reached out for her throat, but Melinoe turned and ducked under him. He was big, but he wasn’t particularly fast, a saving grace against her abilities. She summoned the magical power into the hand still on his bicep. She felt it surge, even as she put him between her and the support wall.
Then she pushed. Not just with her arms, though she used them too, but with the force she summoned from the nether realms. The energy surged forth.
Pain’s eyes widened in surprise as he was pushed off his feet. He fell back, his body snapping the supports with the force. A moment later, his body seemed suspended over the city. He seemed to hover there, the magical force still pushing him out.
Then he fell. As the wind whipped across her face, Melinoe watched her would be killer—her would be rapist—tumble towards the pavement a thousand feet below. He would survive the fall—in great pain—but not for long. The geas would pass soon enough. Pain would find his death, and only one assassin would be left to eliminate.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2016
Book 3 Chapter 26-6
Her mind was awash with fear. And with that fear came understanding. She saw the horrors in his mind. A horrific car accident. A blonde woman, dead, her head partially severed by the shattered windshield. Blood all over. His own body ripped to shreds. But he wasn’t dead. No matter what, he never died.
The sequences continued to race into her mind. Pain was ripe with fear. Another woman, another death, this time as they both drowned. Stabbings, dismemberments, the horror of living for decades in constant agony.
Pain knew what his name meant. He lived with it every moment of every day. And his fear wasn’t more pain. His fear was never finding an end to the agony.
Fear was only a step away from nightmare.
As she opened her eyes, she unleashed her horror upon him. It was a moment too late.
Pain wrapped a hand around her neck and hefted her off the frame of the floor. Wind whipped through her hair. It obscured her vision in black and white as she fought to find her breath. But she watched Pain’s eyes gloss over. His connection with reality separated as the nightmare took him.
She couldn’t see what he saw. But she knew he was in an endless oblivion. Alone. Forever.
Pain’s grip loosened around her neck. She reached up and grabbed his fingers. She was stronger than a mortal her size and only that allowed her to work her way against his strong hands. She tumbled to the floor, just inches from the weak framed wall of the tower.
She stared up at Pain. His body seemed to shake. The nightmare consumed him, but it wouldn’t do so for long. This was her chance. Perhaps, her only chance.
While nightmares were her calling, she was not without other abilities. They paled in comparison to her control over fears, her very ability to bring them to life around her foes. But she could still manipulate the energies of the universe to her own needs.
Pain wasn’t like a normal powered human. She could feel the spell place dover him. And while she couldn’t break it, she could manipulate it to her needs.
The geas over him was strong. It formed strange tangles around his soul, but she could loosen a few of them. Retie a few others. Within moments, she had an opening. And a way to finally grant Pain escape from his nightmares.
The sequences continued to race into her mind. Pain was ripe with fear. Another woman, another death, this time as they both drowned. Stabbings, dismemberments, the horror of living for decades in constant agony.
Pain knew what his name meant. He lived with it every moment of every day. And his fear wasn’t more pain. His fear was never finding an end to the agony.
Fear was only a step away from nightmare.
As she opened her eyes, she unleashed her horror upon him. It was a moment too late.
Pain wrapped a hand around her neck and hefted her off the frame of the floor. Wind whipped through her hair. It obscured her vision in black and white as she fought to find her breath. But she watched Pain’s eyes gloss over. His connection with reality separated as the nightmare took him.
She couldn’t see what he saw. But she knew he was in an endless oblivion. Alone. Forever.
Pain’s grip loosened around her neck. She reached up and grabbed his fingers. She was stronger than a mortal her size and only that allowed her to work her way against his strong hands. She tumbled to the floor, just inches from the weak framed wall of the tower.
She stared up at Pain. His body seemed to shake. The nightmare consumed him, but it wouldn’t do so for long. This was her chance. Perhaps, her only chance.
While nightmares were her calling, she was not without other abilities. They paled in comparison to her control over fears, her very ability to bring them to life around her foes. But she could still manipulate the energies of the universe to her own needs.
Pain wasn’t like a normal powered human. She could feel the spell place dover him. And while she couldn’t break it, she could manipulate it to her needs.
The geas over him was strong. It formed strange tangles around his soul, but she could loosen a few of them. Retie a few others. Within moments, she had an opening. And a way to finally grant Pain escape from his nightmares.
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Book 3 Chapter 26-5
As the elevator ascended, all Melinoe could hear—all she could feel—was her own breath.
Her body was numb. Her mind raced. But each hard, heavy breath filled her lungs with a sense of calm. She may not survive tonight, but she was the goddess of nightmares. She would bring agony to anyone that tried to end her. These assassins were no different.
The elevator dinged. The long sense of calm faded as Melinoe stared out on to the lights of River City. Here, little of the building was finished. A series of metal columns connected to each other, parts of the floor and walls were framed, but not enough to make the room feel anything but open. Wind whipped against her face as she took the first step out of the confined space of the lift.
She looked down through the open spaces in the walls, framed only enough to protect workers from a perilous fall. Melinoe could see cars race by on the freeway, hundreds of tiny lives unaware of the horror in their midst. She could see the flashes of red and blue as the police raced down the streets of the city. They would all close on Wainwright Center soon enough, but until then, she was on her own.
“You’re a hard one to catch, girly. Makes things interesting.”
Melinoe turned to her left. She instantly recognized the male assassin. He wore little more than a pair of leather pants and boots. His body rippled with muscles. He had the perfect skin of a movie star, albeit with a bit more body hair. His long dirty blonde locks framed his face. His average appearance ruined his movie star body, but he tried to hide it behind a full beard a shade darker than his hair. She could do interesting things with that body—if it wasn’t being used to kill her.
“Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me? I don’t even know you.”
“The name’s Pain. You’ve got a lot of enemies, lady. I’ve never been paid close to what I’ve been paid to kill any other stripper whore.”
“Stripper, maybe. Whore, nay. I’ve been many things but I would never dain to let anyone buy my affection, mortal or immortal.”
He grinned. “You talk funny. Guess it won’t be a problem in a minute though, will it?”
Pain started towards her. Melinoe froze in place. She didn’t have any weapons, barely had any clothes. But she was far from defenseless.
She only hoped her mother and stepfather wouldn’t bring down greater punishment upon her as she closed her eyes and reached into this Pain’s mind.
Her body was numb. Her mind raced. But each hard, heavy breath filled her lungs with a sense of calm. She may not survive tonight, but she was the goddess of nightmares. She would bring agony to anyone that tried to end her. These assassins were no different.
The elevator dinged. The long sense of calm faded as Melinoe stared out on to the lights of River City. Here, little of the building was finished. A series of metal columns connected to each other, parts of the floor and walls were framed, but not enough to make the room feel anything but open. Wind whipped against her face as she took the first step out of the confined space of the lift.
She looked down through the open spaces in the walls, framed only enough to protect workers from a perilous fall. Melinoe could see cars race by on the freeway, hundreds of tiny lives unaware of the horror in their midst. She could see the flashes of red and blue as the police raced down the streets of the city. They would all close on Wainwright Center soon enough, but until then, she was on her own.
“You’re a hard one to catch, girly. Makes things interesting.”
Melinoe turned to her left. She instantly recognized the male assassin. He wore little more than a pair of leather pants and boots. His body rippled with muscles. He had the perfect skin of a movie star, albeit with a bit more body hair. His long dirty blonde locks framed his face. His average appearance ruined his movie star body, but he tried to hide it behind a full beard a shade darker than his hair. She could do interesting things with that body—if it wasn’t being used to kill her.
“Who are you? Why are you trying to kill me? I don’t even know you.”
“The name’s Pain. You’ve got a lot of enemies, lady. I’ve never been paid close to what I’ve been paid to kill any other stripper whore.”
“Stripper, maybe. Whore, nay. I’ve been many things but I would never dain to let anyone buy my affection, mortal or immortal.”
He grinned. “You talk funny. Guess it won’t be a problem in a minute though, will it?”
Pain started towards her. Melinoe froze in place. She didn’t have any weapons, barely had any clothes. But she was far from defenseless.
She only hoped her mother and stepfather wouldn’t bring down greater punishment upon her as she closed her eyes and reached into this Pain’s mind.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Book 3 Chapter 26-4
“Move! Move!”
Keith’s words forced her back to reality. They were still in danger. The engines of the assassins’ motorcycles hummed a not distant enough tune. The cop grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out towards his door. She had to awkwardly climb over the cluttered middle console of the police cruiser, but within seconds, she was free of the car.
Keith pulled her towards the finished frame of Wainwright Center, which looked like a massive concrete block carved into the land. Framed by marble columns spanning four stories, the entrance would be majestic if not for the killers after them. He ran her to the front entrance, which was still uncovered by any door. She found herself plunged into darkness. Only the dim lights from the street outside and a single fixture across the room provided any illumination to the massive unfinished lobby.
“Come on. The elevator.”
Keith pulled her towards the light on the far side of the room, which he clearly knew to be the elevator. But he barely reached the halfway point of the room. Still in mid-run, his feet suddenly slipped from beneath him. Melinoe stumbled at his sudden movement. He released his grip on her just a second before he was yanked backward, even as she regained proper footing. Melinoe glanced back to see the female assassin. She held a long whip which seemed to undulate in the darkness like a living thing. Though the assassin didn’t move her arm, the whip tightly wrapped around Keith’s leg and pulled him back towards her.
“Run!” Keith yelled. “Get as high as you can, then disable the elevator. You’ll be safe until the rest of the force arrives!”
Melinoe had her doubts, but his plan was sound enough. More space would give her time to think.
She watched as Keith drew his gun and turned away from her. She heard the first shot as she reached the elevator. As soon as she hit the button, it opened.
She hit the higher buttons on the console wildly. She got the top floors, but she also struck buttons on the panels below. Seventy-two was the low number on the list. It would do as well as any other floor for her to escape their grasp. Even with parts of the building still open to air high above, she needed the space to think.
Keith’s words forced her back to reality. They were still in danger. The engines of the assassins’ motorcycles hummed a not distant enough tune. The cop grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out towards his door. She had to awkwardly climb over the cluttered middle console of the police cruiser, but within seconds, she was free of the car.
Keith pulled her towards the finished frame of Wainwright Center, which looked like a massive concrete block carved into the land. Framed by marble columns spanning four stories, the entrance would be majestic if not for the killers after them. He ran her to the front entrance, which was still uncovered by any door. She found herself plunged into darkness. Only the dim lights from the street outside and a single fixture across the room provided any illumination to the massive unfinished lobby.
“Come on. The elevator.”
Keith pulled her towards the light on the far side of the room, which he clearly knew to be the elevator. But he barely reached the halfway point of the room. Still in mid-run, his feet suddenly slipped from beneath him. Melinoe stumbled at his sudden movement. He released his grip on her just a second before he was yanked backward, even as she regained proper footing. Melinoe glanced back to see the female assassin. She held a long whip which seemed to undulate in the darkness like a living thing. Though the assassin didn’t move her arm, the whip tightly wrapped around Keith’s leg and pulled him back towards her.
“Run!” Keith yelled. “Get as high as you can, then disable the elevator. You’ll be safe until the rest of the force arrives!”
Melinoe had her doubts, but his plan was sound enough. More space would give her time to think.
She watched as Keith drew his gun and turned away from her. She heard the first shot as she reached the elevator. As soon as she hit the button, it opened.
She hit the higher buttons on the console wildly. She got the top floors, but she also struck buttons on the panels below. Seventy-two was the low number on the list. It would do as well as any other floor for her to escape their grasp. Even with parts of the building still open to air high above, she needed the space to think.
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 19-2
They ran out towards the doors, but the fleeing crowd slowed any progression outside. Melinoe and Keith turned to see the woman closing on them. Worse, the seemingly unkillable man followed behind her. Melinoe glanced back behind her. They had no chance of escaping before both assassins were upon them.
Keith raised his gun, but Melinoe simply closed her eyes. She reached into their minds and searched their thoughts. Echoes of images flashed through her head. She wasn’t sure she could use them to stop her foes, but she certainly could slow them down if only she had time to work her power on them.
“Stop!” Her voice echoed over the din of the crowd. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?”
The woman smiled. Melinoe felt the yearn for the lash of her whip again, but she pushed the urge back as she focused on the images in her mind.
“I suppose you should know the name of your killers. They call me Pleasure and my partner is called Pain. Our job is simple: kill you girl.”
“What did I ever do to anyone?” Melinoe tried to sound innocent as she said it, but she doubted the assassins believed her and wasn’t sure about the cop either. Not that it mattered anymore.
The half-naked man—Pain—charged towards them. His fears were simpler and easier to evoke. Never-ending agony scared him, pain that his body would keep him alive to take forever. A simple thought caused flames to blast out of his skin, instantly blackening his flesh.
Keith recoiled, but Melinoe only watched him burn.
Pleasure looked at her partner and then back at her and Keith.
“Stop it. Stop it or I’ll kill you!”
Melinoe stepped back as Pleasure closed. “Stop? I’m not doing anything. Stop him before he burns this place down!”
Pleasure turned back to her partner. She clearly didn’t know what to do, but her worry for her partner at least gave her pause from the job at hand.
Keith’s training kicked in. Even if he wanted to ask Melinoe about the situation, his need to get her to safety overwhelmed it. He yanked her back towards the thinning herd pouring through the doors. Again, she let herself be pulled along.
But her mind was already racing. Clearly these assassins weren’t working under their own accord. Clearly someone wanted her dead. Who even knew she was here in this gods forsaken city? The answer to that question seemed necessary to her continued survival.
Keith raised his gun, but Melinoe simply closed her eyes. She reached into their minds and searched their thoughts. Echoes of images flashed through her head. She wasn’t sure she could use them to stop her foes, but she certainly could slow them down if only she had time to work her power on them.
“Stop!” Her voice echoed over the din of the crowd. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?”
The woman smiled. Melinoe felt the yearn for the lash of her whip again, but she pushed the urge back as she focused on the images in her mind.
“I suppose you should know the name of your killers. They call me Pleasure and my partner is called Pain. Our job is simple: kill you girl.”
“What did I ever do to anyone?” Melinoe tried to sound innocent as she said it, but she doubted the assassins believed her and wasn’t sure about the cop either. Not that it mattered anymore.
The half-naked man—Pain—charged towards them. His fears were simpler and easier to evoke. Never-ending agony scared him, pain that his body would keep him alive to take forever. A simple thought caused flames to blast out of his skin, instantly blackening his flesh.
Keith recoiled, but Melinoe only watched him burn.
Pleasure looked at her partner and then back at her and Keith.
“Stop it. Stop it or I’ll kill you!”
Melinoe stepped back as Pleasure closed. “Stop? I’m not doing anything. Stop him before he burns this place down!”
Pleasure turned back to her partner. She clearly didn’t know what to do, but her worry for her partner at least gave her pause from the job at hand.
Keith’s training kicked in. Even if he wanted to ask Melinoe about the situation, his need to get her to safety overwhelmed it. He yanked her back towards the thinning herd pouring through the doors. Again, she let herself be pulled along.
But her mind was already racing. Clearly these assassins weren’t working under their own accord. Clearly someone wanted her dead. Who even knew she was here in this gods forsaken city? The answer to that question seemed necessary to her continued survival.
Saturday, March 12, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 17-9
Rosa knew the proper course of action would be to go with the crowd and escape. But she knew these attackers’ type. She knew they would hurt as many people as they could in order to get whatever they wanted. I’m supposed to be retired, she thought. But she already knew that crimefighting ran in her blood.
With a flash of movement, she ran towards the bondage queen. Rosa struck the woman with a long swinging blow that knocked her off her feet. Rosa whisked back into the dressing area. She paused for only a second, ready to strike again.
“Help me!” The words stopped her in her tracks.
Rosa’s eyes scanned the dressing room at metahuman speeds. It took her nearly two seconds to find the source of the voice, a mostly naked woman huddled beneath the dressing table. It took her only a moment to recognize Sexi Bach from her stage performance earlier.
Rosa ran—at human speeds—over to the huddled woman. She bent down beside her and met her eyes. Bach was frightened and a gash on her forehead just below her hairline bled profusely. But she showed no signs of shock. She met Rosa’s eyes without any glassiness and reached out to take a hand as soon as it was offered.
“Come on. We need to get you out of here.”
“How? They could have more people out the back door. Pain and Pleasure have always worked for the highest bidder.”
Rosa didn’t stop now to ask her how she knew the identities of the two metahuman thugs. She didn’t have time for that. She needed to get Sexi Bach outside and to safety so she could help Keith and Mel. She yanked Sexi up off her feet.
“Hold on to my neck.”
To her credit, Sexi didn’t argue. She wrapped her arms around Rosa’s neck. Rosa cradled the dancer’s head against her chest. She took a deep breath and ran.
Six seconds later, they were outside over a quarter of a mile away.
“Find a phone,” Rosa said. “Call the police and an ambulance. You need to get that head injury looked at. I have to go back and help—”
“No, please don’t leave me. Those people back there. I think they might have come for me.”
With a flash of movement, she ran towards the bondage queen. Rosa struck the woman with a long swinging blow that knocked her off her feet. Rosa whisked back into the dressing area. She paused for only a second, ready to strike again.
“Help me!” The words stopped her in her tracks.
Rosa’s eyes scanned the dressing room at metahuman speeds. It took her nearly two seconds to find the source of the voice, a mostly naked woman huddled beneath the dressing table. It took her only a moment to recognize Sexi Bach from her stage performance earlier.
Rosa ran—at human speeds—over to the huddled woman. She bent down beside her and met her eyes. Bach was frightened and a gash on her forehead just below her hairline bled profusely. But she showed no signs of shock. She met Rosa’s eyes without any glassiness and reached out to take a hand as soon as it was offered.
“Come on. We need to get you out of here.”
“How? They could have more people out the back door. Pain and Pleasure have always worked for the highest bidder.”
Rosa didn’t stop now to ask her how she knew the identities of the two metahuman thugs. She didn’t have time for that. She needed to get Sexi Bach outside and to safety so she could help Keith and Mel. She yanked Sexi up off her feet.
“Hold on to my neck.”
To her credit, Sexi didn’t argue. She wrapped her arms around Rosa’s neck. Rosa cradled the dancer’s head against her chest. She took a deep breath and ran.
Six seconds later, they were outside over a quarter of a mile away.
“Find a phone,” Rosa said. “Call the police and an ambulance. You need to get that head injury looked at. I have to go back and help—”
“No, please don’t leave me. Those people back there. I think they might have come for me.”
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Walking Shadows Book 3 Chapter 17-8
Seconds later, multiple dancers ran out from the back in various states of dress. For a moment, the crowd were excited by the additional skin on display. But it was almost immediately apparent that the dancers were scared for their lives. The crowd grew edgy and the disc jockey quickly cut off the music.
“Folks, stay calm. I’m sure—”
The DJ’s words were cut off as two figures emerged from the back room.
The man stood well over six feet tall. He was heavily muscled with long black hair and the frame of a linebacker. Dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a wifebeater, he might have been handsome but for the cold yellow eyes.
The woman was almost a foot shorter. She wore some kind of bondage gear, form fitting leather that barely covered up any of her frame, but for the thigh high boots and the elbow length gloves. Chains and spikes adorned her clothes and a dog collar around her neck. Her red hair blazed in the flashing lights and a sadistic grin made her love for the chaos obvious. She held a whip in her hand and it glowed with some kind of dark energy. It lit everything around it in moody tones, even as she used it to rip a bloody gash into the chest of a patron.
Keith was on his feet almost instantly. His pistol appeared from somewhere. It momentarily shocked Rosa as she hadn’t realized he carried it. But she was glad he did as he ran up towards the stage and Mel.
Mel didn’t really seem surprised by the two new arrivals. She stared at them, eyes narrowed in anger. She seemed mad they interrupted her set rather than because they were clearly here to hurt or kill people. Rosa wasn’t quite sure what to make of the other woman’s lack of shock, even as the man stomped towards her. A bouncer tried to intercept him, but the man just slammed the back of his fist into the side of the man’s skull. The bouncer dropped like a sack of bricks as Rosa caught a glance of what could only be a skull fracture on the side of his head. His attacker’s hand was bloody, but he only shook it once before he continued to stalk towards Mel.
Keith reached the stage and grabbed Mel by the arm. He yanked her down and off it, even as he raised his gun one-handed and aimed for her would-be assailant. He sent three shots directly into the man’s chest, the gunshots echoing off the walls of Lumber Jacks. They were perfectly placed shots, but they only staggered the man. Despite bleeding from his heart and lungs, he staggered towards Mel and Keith, slower but still on the attack. Keith took this as a clear sign he was outgunned. He grabbed Mel and pulled her away, his eyes already looking for Rosa in the crowd.
“Folks, stay calm. I’m sure—”
The DJ’s words were cut off as two figures emerged from the back room.
The man stood well over six feet tall. He was heavily muscled with long black hair and the frame of a linebacker. Dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a wifebeater, he might have been handsome but for the cold yellow eyes.
The woman was almost a foot shorter. She wore some kind of bondage gear, form fitting leather that barely covered up any of her frame, but for the thigh high boots and the elbow length gloves. Chains and spikes adorned her clothes and a dog collar around her neck. Her red hair blazed in the flashing lights and a sadistic grin made her love for the chaos obvious. She held a whip in her hand and it glowed with some kind of dark energy. It lit everything around it in moody tones, even as she used it to rip a bloody gash into the chest of a patron.
Keith was on his feet almost instantly. His pistol appeared from somewhere. It momentarily shocked Rosa as she hadn’t realized he carried it. But she was glad he did as he ran up towards the stage and Mel.
Mel didn’t really seem surprised by the two new arrivals. She stared at them, eyes narrowed in anger. She seemed mad they interrupted her set rather than because they were clearly here to hurt or kill people. Rosa wasn’t quite sure what to make of the other woman’s lack of shock, even as the man stomped towards her. A bouncer tried to intercept him, but the man just slammed the back of his fist into the side of the man’s skull. The bouncer dropped like a sack of bricks as Rosa caught a glance of what could only be a skull fracture on the side of his head. His attacker’s hand was bloody, but he only shook it once before he continued to stalk towards Mel.
Keith reached the stage and grabbed Mel by the arm. He yanked her down and off it, even as he raised his gun one-handed and aimed for her would-be assailant. He sent three shots directly into the man’s chest, the gunshots echoing off the walls of Lumber Jacks. They were perfectly placed shots, but they only staggered the man. Despite bleeding from his heart and lungs, he staggered towards Mel and Keith, slower but still on the attack. Keith took this as a clear sign he was outgunned. He grabbed Mel and pulled her away, his eyes already looking for Rosa in the crowd.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Walking Shadows Book 3 Interlude I
They called themselves Pain and Pleasure. He was able to heal any wound and coupled with his super strength could break any man. She could bring orgasmic excitement with just a touch. Men melted for her and women wanted to be her. They sold their abilities to the highest bidder, but even they weren’t sure about this one.
Pain and Pleasure stood inside a darkened warehouse. Shadows loomed above them. The sunlight was blocked by the lack of windows and the black paint over the few that remained. Pain gave Pleasure a sideways glance. She knew the meaning: I don’t like this.
“Show yourself,” she said. “Or we’re out of here.”
One of the shadows above shifted with blinding speed. A second later, the figure appeared directly before Pain and Pleasure.
She wore very little, just a black halter top and a thong made of the same lace. Normally Pain’s eyes would be all over the woman. But his eyes were focused on the woman’s mouth and the elongated canines she showed as she smiled.
“We do not mean to disturb you, but we are not one for the light.” She pointed to the single light that hung over the mercenaries. “We are creatures of the night after all.”
Pain shook his head. “You’re telling me your vamp—”
“What do you want us to do?” Pleasure said.
“We need agents during the daylight hours. An individual somewhere in the city poses a great danger to my people. And we need for this threat to be destroyed.”
“A threat,” Pleasure said. “That sounds like something we can help you with. We’re experts at eliminating threats.”
“Excellent. But this is no ordinary threat.”
“Lady, we get it,” Pain said. “You ain’t no ordinary client. This dude needs to be taken out and he’s got powers. We’ve done this dozens of time. You know the price. We just need a name.”
The vampire woman smiled, again bearing her fangs. “It is not a he. And she is not just another power. She is a goddess among men. And though she has been humbled, she still presents a dangerous threat. Her name is Melinoe and she must die before she can bring forth the end of everything.”
Pain and Pleasure stood inside a darkened warehouse. Shadows loomed above them. The sunlight was blocked by the lack of windows and the black paint over the few that remained. Pain gave Pleasure a sideways glance. She knew the meaning: I don’t like this.
“Show yourself,” she said. “Or we’re out of here.”
One of the shadows above shifted with blinding speed. A second later, the figure appeared directly before Pain and Pleasure.
She wore very little, just a black halter top and a thong made of the same lace. Normally Pain’s eyes would be all over the woman. But his eyes were focused on the woman’s mouth and the elongated canines she showed as she smiled.
“We do not mean to disturb you, but we are not one for the light.” She pointed to the single light that hung over the mercenaries. “We are creatures of the night after all.”
Pain shook his head. “You’re telling me your vamp—”
“What do you want us to do?” Pleasure said.
“We need agents during the daylight hours. An individual somewhere in the city poses a great danger to my people. And we need for this threat to be destroyed.”
“A threat,” Pleasure said. “That sounds like something we can help you with. We’re experts at eliminating threats.”
“Excellent. But this is no ordinary threat.”
“Lady, we get it,” Pain said. “You ain’t no ordinary client. This dude needs to be taken out and he’s got powers. We’ve done this dozens of time. You know the price. We just need a name.”
The vampire woman smiled, again bearing her fangs. “It is not a he. And she is not just another power. She is a goddess among men. And though she has been humbled, she still presents a dangerous threat. Her name is Melinoe and she must die before she can bring forth the end of everything.”
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