I'll be waiting

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For the past month she's stalked me. She's been careful to change her appearance and keep a distance. When she broke into my home she used a masking agent to cover her scent. She was careful not to disturb anything or leave any trace.

Under normal circumstances none of her targets see her coming.

I'm different. Being part werewolf I have stronger senses than a human. It was easy for me to spot her in a crowd. I could smell the combination of perfume, blood, and decay that is uniquely her.

Each time I saw or smelled her I felt a strange calm. It meant she was getting closer to killing me. She doesn't know that I ordered the hit on myself. What she does know is triple her normal fee was paid in advance. She also knows this hit comes with a few special requests.

This will be my last post.

Austin, Texas

Later that afternoon

On Tuesdays and Thursdays Lawrence 'Larry' Resnik closed his office at 1pm. The accountant would then go home. He would change clothes and go downstairs to the gym. After the gym he would shower in his apartment. Depending on the day, he ordered dinner from two different restaurants. Tuesdays it was The Spice Road and Thursdays it was Lady May's Kitchen.

It's Thursday and he asked for a 7pm delivery. She thought.

Opening the box on the counter she checked the contents. A slice of coconut cake sat inside. It looked and smelled delicious. Closing the lid, she turned and walked out of the ladies room. To her left was one of two doors to the kitchen. This was the one delivery people used. Glancing to her right she saw the hallway was empty and the exit door closed. Turning she walked to the kitchen and pushed the door partially open.

On a counter to the right of the door she could see different to go orders. None had been bagged. Each had a receipt. The order she was interested in was the second closest. She switched her dessert box for the one in the order. Stepping back into the hallway, she let the door close.

This happened in less than a minute. No one in the kitchen noticed. Everyone was busy dealing with the dinner rush.

Exiting the building she dropped the dessert box in a trash can by the door. As she walked to her car she casually glanced up and down the street. There were parked cars lining both sides of the street. A couple was walking along the sidewalk opposite her. Reaching her car she unlocked the door. Getting inside she sat down. Peeling off the black cotton gloves she was wearing she held them in her right hand.

By eight the drugs should have taken effect. The effect should be temporary. He can easily be roused after an hour. The client wants him conscious during the hit. They also want this as clean as possible. No traces. She thought.

An alert on her cellphone drew her attention. Looking down she saw her cellphone in the cupholder. Dropping her gloves on the passenger seat she picked up her phone.

The Winters Family needs your assistance with a private matter. Please respond at your earliest convenience. The message read.

She didn't recognize the number but did recognize the area code.

For a moment she didn't breath. Then she took a shaky deep breath.

"Yara, you knew this could happen again. Complete tonight's work then ask for a leave of absence," she said in her practiced southern drawl.

Putting on her seat belt, she started the car.

Later that evening

I knew the cake was drugged after the first bite. The sedative made the coconut taste bland. I ate every bite of the cake knowing I would pass out soon after. Then I quickly cleaned up the table and dishes.

The sedative wasn't effecting me yet, so I took one last look around my place.

When you enter my apartment the kitchen area is on the right. On the left is an area I hang my coat and take off my shoes. If you walk deeper in you'll be in the main living area. There are leather couches to the left, four display cases in the middle, and on the far wall are more items from my collection. There are sky light windows in the ceiling. The windows in the back and left walls are high up. To the right is a door leading to a small hallway. My bedroom and bathroom are down that hall.

Going over to the display cases, I look at the contents. In the first two are different masks and whips. The other two have gloves, claws, and signed photos of actresses. All these items are from old productions of tv series or movies featuring Catwoman.

I walk left around the display cases to the back wall. On this wall are three different costumes. The one on the left is a reproduction of the one worn by Halle Berry when she played Catwoman. Next to it is one worn by Julie Newmar. The last is a reproduction of one worn by Anne Hathaway.

As I look at my collection I feel a sense of loss. After tonight, I won't be able to take care of it. It's taken years to acquire these items and I cherish each one.

My fascination with this character has effected every part of my life. I've embezzled money from different clients to pay for these items. Any woman I've dated has had to accept my unusual preferences. None of my family or friends have ever been in this apartment. They all think I live in one of the smaller units two floors down.

Oh right. You want to know why I called for a hit on myself. Five weeks ago I learned I was in the early stages of breast cancer. You didn't know men could get it? Well we can. It runs in my family and at least one person gets it each generation. Being part werewolf didn't provide me with any immunity.

Instead of treatment my first thoughts were of her. She freelances as a hitwoman. Retribution or revenge hits are her specialty. I came into contact with her on two occasions. Both were to provide cash payments on behalf of a mutual client. Each of these meetings were immediately after she completed her jobs.

On both occasions she was wearing a skintight hooded bodysuit. These are specially designed to keep her from leaving any trace. I knew that because she's not the only hit person I've encountered. Seeing her both times made my imagination run wild.

I decided not to seek treatment for the cancer. Instead, I decided to live out one last fantasy. You may have guessed my preferences are well I don't think I have to tell you.

The hit I ordered has two parts. One I am to be whipped using one of the props. Twenty lashes to be precise. Then she is to strangle me using the same prop.

I'm beginning to feel light headed. The sound of my front door being opened makes me try to stay awake. I can see a woman walking towards me. She's wearing a skin tight black body suit. Although most of her face is covered by a mask, I can see she has light blue eyes and pale skin.

"Mr. Resnik?" she says in a lazy drawl.

"Yes." I reply.

I wonder why she smells differently than other Ghouls. There's something I can't identify and I....

The next day

"You'll be gone for a few weeks," Bliss said.

She was careful not to show any emotion or say anything. Instead she gave a small nod and waited. Looking into the violet eyes of her employer she stood perfectly still. She knew he would notice even the tiniest reaction.

They were alone in his office and it was after midnight. With the exception of security, they were the only people in the building. All the offices were dark including this one. Even without light they could see each other clearly.

Without looking she knew the dark gray suit he wore was perfectly pressed. From his short blond hair, to his manicured fingertips, and all the way down to his handmade shoes, Bliss was always photo ready.

Bliss leaned forward in his chair and touched the smooth black glass desktop. A virtual screen appeared above the desk. It was in privacy mode making it impossible for her to see what he saw. The glow from the screen was a light blue. This made Bliss' sharply handsome face seem disembodied. With his right hand he made some selections from the screen then sat back. The screen deactivated and it was again completely dark in the room.

An opening appeared in the desktop to her left.

"Take this and go," he said.

Moving silently forward, she reached into the opening with her left hand. Her fingers closed around a small glass bottle. The size of the bottle surprised her. She hesitated for a second. Then she lifted the bottle up and out. Stepping back from the desk she turned and began to walk away.

"Miss Doolittle, isn't there something you want to ask me?"

Stopping she didn't turn around.

"Why did you give me so much? There is at least an ounce here," she said.

"The last time you were not yourself when you returned. I can't have my most...devoted employee be of no use to me. Use what I have given you carefully. When you return you will be as sharp as your second set of teeth."

"Understood. I will be in town for another two days. If you need me, I will be available."

Pushing the door open she stumbled out into the alley. It was late and the alley was deserted. Rain poured down on her as she stepped into a puddle. She righted herself and continued over the uneven road. Holding the bloody dagger in her right hand she forced herself forward. She held the front of her bodice closed with her left hand.

Lightening lit the sky and thunder shook the heavens.

Reaching the end of the alley she turned left. Letting go of her bodice she reached down and grabbed the skirt of her dress. The layers of fabric were already heavy from the rain. Lifting her skirt she began to run.

On this main street there was more light from street lamps. Not much more but enough to see several yards ahead. At the best of times this poor part of town was not well lit. This was a place were people did things they did not want to be known.

If I can make it to the warehouse I will be safe. Is that a carriage? Why would such a nice carriage be here? It's in front of a brothel run by...She thought.

Ahead of her she saw the front door open and two men come out. They were supporting a third man between them.

Before the front door closed she could see them clearly. The man being supported wore dark evening clothes. His friends wore long dark coats over their clothing. They had hats to protect from the rain, he did not.

"Alistair, what were you thinking? It's a miserable night," the man nearest her said.

She heard a mumbled reply.

Slowing down she moved to press herself up against the brick wall of the building they had come out of.

"Sam, he's going to kill himself if he keeps this up. I can't believe he's suffering for a woman."

"Not everyone views women like you do Henry. Let's get him in my carriage. We'll go to my home. It is the closest of our residences. I won't risk anyone's safety more than I already have tonight. Liddle stay in your seat. We can get ourselves into the carriage."

The man called Sam moved forward and pulled open the carriage door. Behind him Henry forced Alistair to walk forward. Henry and Alistair entered the carriage. Sam put his foot on the step and began to pull himself into the carriage.

She was still holding her skirt and dagger. Moving forward she began to pass the carriage. Then she tripped. Falling forward she landed on the muddy road.

Hearing something behind him, Sam stepped down and turned.

Lightening lit up the sky and he could see a woman on the street.

Her long blond hair was stuck to her bare shoulders and back. Light blue eyes starred up at him. The front of her dress was torn and covered in blood. She pulled herself from the ground then turned to run.

"Stop. I can help you!" Sam called out.

"What are you doing?" Henry said.

Sam closed the distance between them and held out his hand.

"I don't know what or who you are running from. I can help you," Sam said.

Shaking her head she said, "No one can help me. Get in your carriage and go home. A gentlemen like you should stay out of this part of town. There are safer places for you to amuse yourself."

Keeping his hand out, Sam shook his head.

"I'm not here for myself. I wouldn't be a gentlemen, if I didn't try to help you."

Sitting up she could feel her heart racing.

It's to bright in here. I overslept. She thought.

Turning her body right she looked at her nightstand. A glass bottle sat next to a pillar lamp.

Getting out of bed she walked across the room to the walk in closet. Pushing the door open she went inside. Lights came on in response to her movements. Inside the closet she went to the far wall. Drawers built into the wall lined the lower half of the space.

Kneeling down she opened the lowest drawer. Inside were some jewelry boxes and an old hatbox. Taking an antique wooden jewelry box out she opened it. Inside were different rings. The ring in the center spot was a woven gold ring. It was on a simple gold chain.

Taking the ring out she closed the box and put it back in the drawer. Closing the drawer she stood back up. Holding the ring between her right thumb and forefinger she hesitated. Then she took the chain it was on and opened the clasp. Putting the chain around her neck she fastened the clasp. The ring slid down into her blue pajama top.

Going back into her bedroom she saw the glass bottle on her nightstand. The dark red almost black liquid inside seemed to move. Moving forward she sat down on her bed near the nightstand.

Forcing herself to look away from the bottle she tried to concentrate on anything else. She didn't see the antique furniture or the blue carpet. Looking out the window she didn't see the blue sky or white fluffy clouds. All she saw was that bottle with it's dark contents.

Reaching out she grabbed the bottle. With a twist she lifted it open. Bringing the bottle dropper up she opened her mouth. Squeezing the dropper she let a drop of liquid fall into her mouth. Replacing the dropper she twisted the top closed. Setting the bottle back on the nightstand she swallowed. Reaching up with her right hand she grabbed the front of her top. She could feel the ring beneath the fabric.

A familiar rush of strength began to build inside her chest. She waited as the feeling spread throughout her body. Taking slow deep breaths, she waited for the feeling to subside. When it did she stood up.

I need to see the Apothecary. She thought.