Love out of darkness

She walked into the annual governor's ball where her target lay hidden in the crowd of people. Only if he knew how his night was going to end. She took her long strides in her heather grey A-line dress that came down to her ankles. She had extra height from her blood-red stiletto heels. Her hair was down in curls but pulled back on the right side by pearl hair accessories. She walked to the bar and asked for bourbon on the rocks. She sipped her drink scouting out her target to find him talking to a couple of old divorced women. She gulped the last of her drink down, slipped on her silk gloves and walked up to the man and sat down. She talked to him, made him laugh, and made his heart skip a beat when she smiled at him. Easily enough she asked him into a room alone with her. He put his arm around her waist as they walked. She put on a cheesy smile as she waited for her time.  He walked into the room first, she then locked themselves into the room. He turned and looked at her and he knew she was not happy. She had a look on her face as though she had just seen something she hated the most.  " Sit down" she said this with so much utter hatred. His body shook and trembled as her glare hardened. He waddled his body over to the nearest love seat in the room. She looked at him and smirked as she started fiddling with her fingers. Sweat was trembling down his ginormous forehead as we took 2 long strides closer to him. "What d-do you want from me" His voice was broke. " Oh I think you know" She said thickly. "Yo-you're Rosalie aren't y-you" His voice was shrill. "Now what gave you that idea?" she asked curiously. " Please, Please just get it over with" As if he was pleading for death he put his hands into a praying form. " Aw, but if you knew whom I was, you would know I don't get things over with and with the things you did, even God can't help you here." He screamed bloody murder as she put her hand over his mouth and climbed over him so she was behind him and whispered in his ear raspy "Don't waste your time they can't hear you" She pulled out her knife and slowly started slitting his throat. He was sobbing harshly. As she was purposefully missing his main blood circuits, she mocked him.     "Now why didn't you think about this when you hurt all of those girls huh?"  She screams " Why weren't you a real man, instead of a small-dicked r****t!" She slit his throat from left to right and pushed him to the floor. She stood up brushed off her dress and fixed her hair. She then pulled him by his arm into the bathroom where she lay him in the bathtub and lit him on fire. She smiled, pulled off her gloves, and wiped off her knife with them. She turned on the balls of her feet and ran down to the main hall and screamed fire, and then left the ball As she got into her white 1980's corvette she pulled a notebook out of her glovebox and wrote down " Kill 96, Marshall Gideon" Put it away and sped off.