I thought about Dorian Waite. He seemed normal, well beside the fact that his wife wants him dead. It was surprising that a women wanted her husband dead, usually it's the husband. But as my father said, we don't ask questions.

I took my time getting ready for the day. My plan was to watch Dorian for a bit until he went home. Then from there I will do what is asked of me. The whole thing won't take more than a few hours so I had plenty of time to get ready. I went about my time as if I wasn't going to go and kill someone in just a few hours. Some things were better not thought about.

After I ate my late breakfast, I finally grabbed the file my father gave me. It held everything from the color of Dorian's hair, to where he lived. I noticed he wasn't from New York and was in fact staying at a nice hotel downtown; Room 679. That made this slightly harder. Now I couldn't kill him from afar, now I had to actually get into the room. It would have been nice to get more information from the wife but this would have to work. His wife must have known he was going to be in the city doing something he shouldn't be.

With him being at a hotel I was going to have to do this all differently. I couldn't bring a big bag with my sniper in it; that would be too suspicious. I couldn't wear all black as if I just came back from a funeral. And knowing how nice of an building it was, I was going to have to make it seem like I was there to stay or see someone. Of course this had to be harder than what I first thought.

Seeing as how this was going to be slightly more complicated, I quickly finished my food and went to get dressed. Needing to wear regular clothing I picked out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a simple black t-shirt, and slide on a pair of black heels. I could do a lot of damage in heels or with them. Never mess with a girl who can run in heels. 

Going into the bathroom I grabbed my handy contacts. They made no difference really but they were like a security blanket. Something I didn't mind wearing at all. I wanted Dorian to be caught off guard by my bright green eyes. Quickly slipping them on, I got started on my makeup. Seeing as I had to actually go into the apartment building and into Dorian's place I needed to look good, it would make it easier for him to let me in. Knowing his type he went for the hot young ones.

Once my I was done I loaded myself up with weapons. I couldn't march on in with a gun strapped to my thigh, so instead I slide some small knives in the side of my heels and out of sight. I placed another folded up knife in my front pocket, and lastly slide my trusty gun in the waist band of my pants. Thankfully the shirt I was wearing was baggy enough to cover it.

Glancing at the clock in my bedroom I felt a smirk coming onto my face. Almost noon...time for some fun.

* * * * * * 

Upon entering the nice hotel my eyes traced the entire lobby, taking in every detail. I took note of the security guard off in the corner, he looked like a mall rent a cop so I wasn't worried. I also counted how many security cameras there were in the lobby. This was clearly one of the busiest hotels as there were tons of people lingering in the lobby; either sitting in chairs and talking to one another, eating at the restaurant that I could barely see, or checking in.

With the lobby being so busy it actually worked to my favor. This was New York, nobody stared at you as you walked by, too caught up in their own lives. Dodging people I made it to the elevator. At least the wife told us the hotel room number or else this wouldn't have worked.

I stayed in the corner of the elevator as people trickled in, I kept my head down so the camera in the corner couldn't see my face clearly. The only person that looked at me was a kid that was no older than 10. She stared right at me as if she knew I wasn't 'normal'. My eyes kept darting down to look at her. 

The amount of people lowered the higher we went. When the elevator finally reached the sixth floor I squeezed past the last few people to get out. Spotting a sign indicating that Dorian's room was to the left. I slowly walked down the quiet hallway, going over my plan once more.

Coming to a stop in front of Room 679 I looked around. At least the room was situated in a small corner so no one would really come down this way. Dorian definitely got this room on purpose; and there were no cameras down this hallway. I can see why his wife wants him dead; there is only so much cheating someone can take before they had enough.

Checking my gun in my waist band one last time, I tapped my knuckles against the door. Right when I thought he wouldn't open the door he finally did. I planted a sultry look on my face and leaned against the door frame.

"Hello." I sent him a smile and softly bit my bottom lip, hoping to look somewhat sexy. I could tell I got him when I saw his eyes rake over my form. I knew I didn't look the hottest at the moment, but my tight jeans hugged my long legs and there was enough of a dip in my t-shirt to hint at my cleavage.

I hated how he looked at me, like I was nothing more than a piece of meat. Pushing aside my disgust I looked him right in the eye.

"Hi there. What brings you here?" He asked.

"A little someone told me you wanted some fun." I sent him a little smirk. I knew he bought the lie when his smile got wider.

"Then come on in." I brushed past him. My back stiffened when I heard him putting the lock on the door. Bad mistake Dorian. Looking over the hotel room I noticed it was bigger than I thought. Straight ahead was a nice living room with two big windows. There were two hallways that probably lead to different bedrooms. I would just have to keep him in the living room for now.

"Nice room." I commented. I could feel him moving behind me but gave no noticed that I could tell he was checking me out. Turning around I finally gave him a good look. He actually wasn't that bad looking for a guy in his 40's, probably how he got girls to sleep with him, but when I looked at his eyes, I felt a shudder go through me. There was something about them that set me on edge. A glint in them that looked familiar.

"Oh yes, you will do nicely." His eyes roamed my body as he talked to himself. He wasn't look at me as if he thought I was sexy, no he was looking at me like he was planning ways on making me scream.

Something wasn't right here. Dorian had this weird vibe coming off of him that set my teeth on edge. I narrowed my eyes at him as my hand moved slowly towards the gun in my waistband.

"I cannot wait to hear your screams." He muttered quietly, but I heard him. He clearly was not talking in a sexual way either.

Behind me I started to hear a thudding noise. It sounded like someone was banging on a door. My eyes darted to the hallway on my left where the noise was coming from. From the corner of my eye I noticed Dorian coming at me just in time.

I quickly side-stepped and he flew right past me. He quickly righted himself and whipped around to face me. His face darkened and he glared at me. Something didn't look right with him as he looked at me.

"You will pay for that." He growled. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh Dorian, I don't think I will be the one paying here." I was ready to kill him and get away from whatever sick thing he had going on.


"You don't know what you have gotten into little girl." I held back a gag at that. I was not a little girl and some old guy saying it made it sound wrong.

Dorian wasted no time launching at me again. I easily dodged his punches and side-stepped his advances. Throwing a punch right at my face, I brought my hand up, capturing it and using it to shove him backwards. He didn't like that at all.

I ducked in time for another hit thrown at me and countered with my own punch, right to the gut. I was surprised at his skill level of fighting. Sure he was nothing compared to my training but he clearly had some of his own. Enough to over power someone smaller than him.

Dorian wheezed from my punch and I stood there unfazed. I couldn't help but smirk at him. This was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. Maybe I'll have some fun with him first. I thought with a grin. Dorian came right back at me, his teeth bared and his eyes looking crazy. The dude looked fucked up in the head.

Somehow he managed to get a punched to the side of my ribs, right in the same spot I received my punishment from my father. I stumbled back and clenched my side. Damn that hurt! My green eyes snapped up to meet his dark brown eyes. His eyes flashed and a look passed across his face. He was enjoying my pain.

Wanting to taunt him some more and get him to come at me, I smirked even wider at him now. Nothing pissed off a guy more than a girl getting the best of him. Dorian was clearly one of those men that thought women were beneath him.

Not liking my taunting, he came right back at me. Throw after throw, I blocked and dodged; occasionally adding a few of my own. The longer I dodged his advances, the angrier he got. Anger is your worst enemy. Being angry makes you predictable, your moves become sloppy and reckless.

Getting tired of messing with him, I waited until he was right in front of me before lifting my foot up and bringing it down hard on his stomach. The force of the kick knocked him backwards and into the couch. He flipped over the side and fell to the ground. As he laid there groaning I stalked towards him. Instead of taking out my gun, I slipped a knife out of my jeans and flipped it open.

The banging against a door sounded again and this time it was louder. There was something going on here and I was going to find out what. I wasn't stupid and knew there was more to Dorian than his wife told us. And with the way he looked when he hurt me let me know he wasn't a normal guy.

Before I could check on what/who was banging on the door I had to deal with Dorian. When I reached him, I squatted down and played with my knife in my hand. Slowly twirling it in my hand I looked right at Dorian. He was watching the knife with sick fascination. Something inside of me let me know he was no stranger to it.

"You are one too." He said, tearing his gaze away from the knife to me. His comment threw me off.

"One of what?"

"Someone who loves the feeling of plunging a knife into someone else. Watching the life seep out of them before your eyes." The way he said it sent shivers down my spine. He wasn't a regular 40 year old. No, he was a murderer.

"Explains why your wife wants you dead. Probably afraid you were going to kill her next." I didn't let him see how freaked out I was by him. He was something different, something darker. A person who willingly takes a persons life and enjoys it, that is a different kind of evil.

"Susan is too precious to kill...at least not yet." He smirked at up at me. Sick of that twisted smile I swung out and punched him right in the mouth. The punch was enough to stun anyone and break a few teeth.


Dorian just turned his head and laughed out loud; his mouth bleeding. He was definitely fucked up in the head.

"You would be perfect to break. Using every tool to try and make you scream, but you wouldn't scream would you little girl." There was that word again. Without even thinking my fist was flying at his face once more. The sound of something cracking echoed through the room. Hearing Dorian scream sent a wave of satisfaction through me.

It didn't take a smart person to know he has killed before and most likely women. Just being near someone like him made me sick.

"You are twisted." I growled.

"We are the same little girl. We both take lives and enjoy it while we do so." That dark glint was back in his eyes. He shifted into an upright position, making me tense and clench my knife tighter. 

"We are not the same." I ground out, clenching my jaw and narrowing my eyes at him. I would never be as bad as he was. I would never kill someone for the joy of it. I am not that twisted or cruel.

"Oh but we are. I can see the same thing inside of you, wanting to come out and hunt." He kept going on. "The thirst for blood." I couldn't take anymore of his rambling and comparing me to himself. I would never be as much of a monster as he is.

While he was mid sentence my hand came down with the knife in it. I buried the knife to the hilt in his thigh. Immediately I was rewarded with a scream.

"I will never be a cold-blooded murderer like you." I hissed out. Although deep down a part of me enjoy watching Dorian scream and clench his bleeding thigh. The words coming out of my mouth were part lies, I have killed in cold blood. But my situation was different then his. 

"It...it looks to me that you are." He grunted out, clenching his teeth through the pain. Blood was seeping out of the wound and onto the floor. I was tired of listening to him. I wanted to get out of here.

"Even now I can see that satisfaction in your eyes at my pain. The hunger to see me suffer." His crazy eyes looked right up at me. "Instead of killing me why don't we work together? The two of us could quench our needs and have some fun with the toy." 

The way he spoke about women like they were nothing but a chew toy sickened me. Dorian kept talking, as if I really would consider pairing up with him. 

"We both know you need the thrill of torturing and killing someone; without it you would go mad." I have heard, seen and done a lot in my years of being an assassin but this guy took the cake. He spoke so freely about killing someone that it made me sick. I could not take another second of him talking. 

Grabbing the knife I yanked it out and stood up. I watched Dorian wither below me in pain. He deserved no mercy. He deserved more pain but I couldn't stand to be in his presence for another second. Men like him find a way to get into your head and if he continued on talking my own demons would come up.

"You should be happy I am not going to do more to you." I pulled my 9 millimeter out from my pants, the silencer already strapped to it. "You don't deserve an easy death."

"I am not scared of dying, little girl." He glared up at me.

"You should be." Lifting my gun up I pointed right at his head. My fingers hovered above the trigger. "Tell Lucifer I said hi." With that I pressed down on the trigger. The shot was silent as the bullet lodged itself into Dorian's head, instantly killing him.

Dorians body slumped against the couch, his lifeless eyes staring right up at me. I felt no remorse for this. He deserved to die and I probably saved a few lives by doing so. Bending down I used his own pants to wipe off the blood on my blade. Standing back up I froze when I heard the banging noise again.

Now knowing exactly what Dorian was doing and why I was sent to kill him, I knew there was someone else here. Sliding my knife back in my pocket, I turned and walked towards the sound. My gun was raised as I turned down the hallway I heard the noise coming from.

I came to a stop outside a closed door. Now that I was in front of it I could make out a voice behind it, along with the knocking. Reaching for the door handle I wiggled it only to find it was locked. Dorian must have a key or jammed something to keep it shut.

The banging on the other side stopped as I jiggled the handle a few more times. I wasn't going to leave until I found out who was on the other side of the door. By my guess it was some innocent girl Dorian tricked to come here.

Taking a deep breath I brought my foot up and kicked the door. It flew open and banged hard against the wall, the lock clearly busted on it. Raising my gun again I entered the room, my eyes moving from one corner to another. There huddled in the corner near the bed was a girl.

A girl not much younger than me. I could tell her clothes were torn and when she looked up at me she had a black eye. Seeing her shaking and hurt I felt my blood boil. I looks like she was going to be Dorian's next victim.


Even though I felt for the girl and wanted to help her, I couldn't. I was sent here to kill Dorian, not save anyone. I already screwed things up by coming into this room and letting her see me. She could go and tell someone about me and that would only cause problems. My father would not be happy hearing that I was seen.

Seeing that I was scaring her more with my gun out, I put it down and put the safety on.

"You are safe. He's dead." I said in a soft voice, surprising myself as much as her. The girl whimpered and pressed more into the corner of the wall.

Something inside of me switched. I placed my gun back in my pants and slowly crept towards her. Against my better judgement I kneeled down in front of her, keeping my distance so I wouldn't freak her out even more.

"D-don't hurt me." She pleaded in a small voice, her body shaking violently.

"I'm not going to hurt you. See no gun." I put my hands out, palms facing her. "That man that was in here earlier, he isn't coming back. He will never touch you again I promise." I had no clue why I was here and telling her this. I should have left the moment I killed Dorian. But seeing her so helpless brought something out of me.

"I need you to listen carefully to me okay? Can you do that?" She gave me a small nod, which I couldn't help but smile at. "We are going to go out there and grab the phone, so you can call the cops to take you home. I am going to need you not to tell anyone I was here."

"W-why?" She hiccuped, slowly unclenching her arms from her legs.

"Nobody can know that I came here, okay? It is better this way. Will you promise me you won't tell anyone?" I looked at her, praying she said yes. She was quiet for a moment before she nodded.

"You can tell them the story on how you got here and that he locked you in this room. From there just say you heard some shouting, a gun shot, and then silence. You were able to break the door open and that is when you found Dorian dead in the living room." I explained. "You immediately called 911 and stood outside because you had nowhere else to go." As I spoke she took it all in with wide eyes.


"You can do that for me right?"


"Y-yes." She cleared her throat, sitting up a bit straighter. She was going to have a hard time after this but I knew she was a fighter; she would be okay.

"Good. Lets go." My hand moved on its own, reaching out to grab hers. I helped her to her feet, her hand clenching tightly onto mine. It felt weird to have physical contact with someone, especially after all these years.

I lead her out of the room and into the living room. Dorians dead body still slumped against the couch. I knew the moment she saw it from the strangled gasp that came beside me.

"Don't look." I brought her to the front door before quickly letting go of her hand to go get the phone. She didn't need to be near the body. Grabbing the phone I glanced over at the body. In a sick way I was satisfied with what I had done. He deserved no less.

Turning away from the body I made my way back to the girl. It was better I didn't know her name. I handed her the phone and gave her a nod, this was that nice of a hotel the phones didn't even have cords. I trusted that she wouldn't tell anyone about me, I had to if not I'd be as good as dead.

"Make sure you are crying so they believe you." I added as she dialed. I stood there as she put the phone to her ear. I tensed as I heard the line pick up. Immediately the girl started crying as she told the person on the other side what happened. In another life I may have really liked this girl.

When she got done talking on the phone, I knew I had a few minutes to get out of here. Because she didn't say on the phone with the operator let me know there were already cops close by. She clenched the phone in her hands and stared right at me. I gave her a small smile before opening the door and leading her out.

She slide down the wall, her body still shaking. I felt terrible for her and I wanted to stay and make sure she was fine, but I had to go before the police got here. Again, against my better judgement I squatted down in front of her.

"You will be okay. It will take some time but you will be fine. And stick to the story." I had no more time and nothing else to say. I wasn't good at this type of thing. I started to get up but a hand gripping my wrist stopped me. It took everything in me not to grab that hand and break it.

"W-where are you going?" I could tell she was now starting to panic. "You can't leave me!"

"I have to go, I can't be found here with you."

"No! You can't go!" Her grip got tighter around my wrist.

"It is okay, I am just going to be around this corner until they come. You won't be alone. They will be here in just a minute."

I barely had time to blink before the girl jumped at me and tackled me in a tight hug. I quickly righted myself before we fell. My hands hung their awkwardly as she hugged me. I was in no way a hugger.

"Thank you." She whispered. I awkwardly patted her back, not sure what to do.

Letting her hug me for another minute I untangled myself from her surprisingly strong grip.

"I better go." I stood up. "You...you take care." One last smile at her I turned and started down the hallway.

"Thank you!" She yelled after me. I glanced at her over my shoulder. I wanted to say something else but there was nothing I could really say. Instead I kept walking. She would be more than fine.

Instead of taking the elevator I opened the door to the stairway. I kept the door cracked open, wanting to make sure the police got here. I didn't have to wait long. Soon the elevator dinged open and out walked a handful of officers. The girl was going to be in good hands.

As I headed down the long flight of stairs I couldn't help but smile to myself. I may have broke multiple rules but at least that girl would be safe, and Dorian won't hurt anyone else. Knowing that I stopped a killer made me actually like what I do. I may be a bigger monster than him, but at the moment that didn't matter.

Leaving the hotel I promised myself I wouldn't tell my father what happened today. He normally doesn't ask too many questions so me doing what I did, shouldn't come up. This little good deed will just have to stay with me.