Salvinor watched her target, her prey closely, as she looked down at her soon to be victim from the rooftop. The moon’s rays illuminated the path before her, though she could smell rain in the air. A most welcome event, as the rain would muffle any sounds and wash away any evidence that she might leave behind. Though she always worked at night, it was a good omen to her when it decided to rain. The night air smelt crisp and moist, a sure sign of coming rain. This job was going to be an easy one.
Licking her lips, she smiled as she watched her target enter a back alley, the very one that the roof she stood on over looked. Her target was a drug dealer as well as a child molester, a monster amongst humans, but did he even know what a true monster was? A true demon? Well no matter, her client wanted this man dead after he had kidnapped, drugged up, molested and killed a seven year old girl, the client’s daughter. She had no love for justice, she was only in it for the money, plus there was just something about the hunt that got her blood sizzling.
Just as her target walked down the alley, dark clouds covered the moon and a loud crackle of thunder roared across the sky. Only moments later blankets of rain poured down upon the city. Perfect timing. This job was going to be a bit too easy. Jumping off the roof, she descended into the alley below.
Roger Kemp stood in the darkness, trying to get out of prying eyes, as he waited for his regulars to show up. Business was going pretty good, though there was a bit of a set back after he had kidnapped the mayor’s daughter. How was he supposed to know that that young red haired green eyes brat belonged to the mayor? He was sure that the mayor had people sweeping the city for him, so he told himself that after this exchange, he was going to flee the city.
He looked up as the moon disappeared behind heavy rain clouds. “Damnit! I knew I should have brought my umbrella,” he said to himself as he looked around him, finding a discarded plastic bag. “Well it’s not an umbrella, but it’ll do, I suppose.” Placing his goods on the ground, he kneeled down to pick up the plastic bag. Just as he reached for it, it started to pour. Quickly placing the bag over his head, he stood back up.
Checking his watch, moments later, Roger let out a heavy sigh. He was starting to doubt if his regulars would be showing up in this weather. He hoped so though, he needed the money to bail town.
Pacing back and forth, he began to feel very uneasy, as if he was being watched, but it was hard to hear anything other then the rain. It was coming down even harder, making it hard to see very far infront of him. However, no matter how he tried, he could not shake the feeling of being watched.
Over the sound of the rain, he did hear what sounded like someone or something splashing. Turning quickly in that direction, he came face to face with a pair of red eyes. That is all he saw as he felt something jab into his chest. It was the last thing he felt as he looked down at the hole his chest and the clawed hand that held his still beating heart. He tried to reach out to his heart as death took him. He fell on the wet pavement, as his heart was discarded and threw on his now lifeless body.
“Another job down,” Salvinor sighed as she kneeled down and reached into Roger Kemp’s pocket, receiving a signal locket, proof that she had eliminated her target. This one did not give her any resistance, any thrill. Rather boring. When was she going to get targets that would present a challenge? She had taken out twenty rapists, drug dealers, and murderers within the past week. The police were baffled by the amount of criminals that have been found dead in such a short time. It was enough to make her laugh. Silly humans.
Standing up, she walked out of the alley, not letting the rain bother her as she made her way back to her apartment. She would return to her client tomorrow, there were things she wanted to get done tonight. She had been sensing an increase in demonic energies and that would not do at all. This city was her turf, her hunting ground. She would not allow any demon to take over.
Reaching her apartment, she pulled out the key and stuck it in the keyhole and paused. She was being watched, she could feel it. She had been watched for some time, since she came out of the alley. Did someone see her take out Roger Kemp? No, the rain was far too heavy for anyone to see very far infront of them by the time she made the official kill. This was something else. But what? Turning the key, she opened the door to her apartment and stepped inside and turned on the light.