The Playboy's Assassin

Last Night On Earth: Vanessa.

Blood. It was everywhere, all I could see. It looked on the carpet in a thick river of crimson flowing out of his slit throat like a waterfall of red. My hands shook and I dropped the broken bottle I held. It clattered onto the floor,  rolling to his feet. With shaky limbs, I moved closer to his still body and stared into his lifeless eyes. 

They looked back at me frozen in a perpetual state of horror. I could see my face in them. It wasn't the face of a child, it was the face of a killer.

I gasped awake and glanced around the room frantically. It was fully lit. Every nook and cranny of it, the light touched. I wasn’t back in that shady room, I was in my room and there was no one in there with me.

I took deep breaths and my heavily pounding heart slowly came down from its high. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and got up. I padded into the bathroom, opened the tap, and splashed some water on my face.

I bent over the sink and took slow deep breaths to calm myself. I looked up and stared into the mirror at my reflection. My icy green eyes stared back at me. My red hair was sleek with sweat and water, my pajamas plastered to my skin.

I packed my hair off my shoulders and tied it into a haphazard braid, twisting it atop my head in a bun. The loss of hair exposed my neck to the cool night air and I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure.

Where’s the breeze coming from?

My eyes snapped open. I didn’t turn on the air conditioning when I came in earlier. I opened the cabinet beside the mirror and took out my gun. I c****d it, clicking off the safety, and raised it in the air. I walked back to the room, my ears pricked up at alert.

The window in the room was left open, the curtains rustled. I pointed the gun forward and advanced towards the window at a brisk pace.

I pulled the curtains aside and a ginger striped cat was on the window sill. He purred at me, licking his hand. I dropped my hands and sighed. It was just my neighbor’s cat.

“What are you doing here, Murphy?” I patted his head and scratched his chin and he purred louder, turning over onto his back and revealing his tummy to me.

“Oh, you want a belly rub?” I asked as I rubbed his belly, making him purr again.

I laughed at the pleased look on his face. Murphy liked to come into my apartment sometimes and play or snack. He always managed to get into my room somehow, though I supposed it wouldn’t be a feat for him, the lock on it was broken.

I should probably get that fixed before someone truly dangerous gets in through there but he was just so cute I couldn’t ban him from my apartment. I loved animals, they were the only ones who were ever truly faithful in this world.

I went into the kitchen and he followed me. I took out his snack from a cabinet overhead and poured some into his bowl. Murphy didn’t live with me but this was his second home.

He dipped his head into the bowl and I patted him on the head before leaving. I had an appointment to keep up tonight.

I took a shower and stepped out feeling refreshed and ready to go. It only took some minutes to blow-dry my hair and curl it. I applied some powder on my face, a thick black winged liner, and tomato red lipstick. It made my green eyes pop and I smiled to see if the lipstick stained my teeth.

The look stunned me for a moment and the smile froze on my lips. It’s been so long I saw myself smile, it looked foreign on my face. I blinked and took my hand off my teeth and my face was back to its stony look. I sighed and got dressed in black leather pants, a white camisole, and a black leather jacket.

I wore my heels, picked up my keys, and grabbed my gear, taking out the accessories I needed. Some knives in case I ran into an unexpected company and slipped those into my pockets. I took out my Glock 19 and slipped it in my jacket inner pocket. Murphy had finished his dinner by the time I was ready and I followed him out and locked the door behind him.

I tapped on my neighbor’s door and she opened it, Murphy slipped in between her legs and entered the apartment and she chuckled.

“He’s back, Mrs. Stilinski,” I said and she smiled.

“Thank you, Vanessa. Be careful out there.” She said and I smirked.

If only she knew.

“Of course. I’m always careful.” I bent my head to her level and she gave me a peck on the cheek. “Bye.”

I took the stairs, ignoring the elevator, I never use it. I ran down the stairs into the basement where my Harley Davidson was parked. I turned on the ignition and the engine purred to life beneath me.

I love this girl.

Putting on my helmet, I drove off to my next mission.

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I stepped into the club and moved past the crowd of dancing bodies to the bar. It was a strip club with dim lights and half-naked women dancing on poles on tables. My lips curved up in distaste at the men almost salivating at their feet. Pathetic scums! Most of them probably had wives waiting up in bed for them at home while they blew their money on women who wouldn’t even satisfy their desires.

I ordered flavored water and the waiter gave me a weird look. What’s weird about drinking water in a club? I raised a brow, giving him a scathing look and he moved his ass.

“Here you go,” he said, sliding the bottle to me on the counter and I grabbed it. I glanced around the club searching every face for my target. I spotted him seated a few feet away from the bar amid two women having the time of his life.

Enrique Capone. I studied him. He looked exactly like he did in the picture. Hot. With the kind of face that would make every woman wet her pants. Every woman except me. I’ve followed him around for a week now and he’s not done anything shady if you take out the constant partying and flirting he did, he was just your regular guy.

I’ve never seen him go to work though, so maybe he was shady after all. He took shots off a woman lying on his table and licked the salt on her belly while another cheered him on. She got off the table and pulled his face closer to hers when he was done, mashing lips with him.

Why would anyone want to kill this guy? He’s got nothing. I raised the bottle to my lips and gulped the contents, not taking my eyes off him. He pulled away from the woman and our eyes met. I placed the bottle back on the counter and waved at him. He smiled and waved back.

It irked me that I still couldn’t find one crime or an offense he committed that would warrant his death. I took my eyes off him, deciding to let him enjoy his last night on earth.