Pitch Black

The room was pitch back, but she had learned to maneuver around in the dark, so it no longer bothered her. In fact, she was nearly as proficient in the dark as she was in daylight. After she had learned to deal with the dark, there was an air about it that fascinated her. Something about it always seemed to just draw her in until she was completely ensnared.

She supposed that dark things had always drawn her in. After all, if they hadn't she would never have met him, nor would she be here, with her mission.

With that thought, she stopped, and quickly changed the course of her thoughts, she didn't want to think about what she was about to do.

Not thinking about it made it easier – not that it was ever easy, no matter how it looked to those outside. She had just learned how to do it quickly and efficiently, and deal with her feelings later when she was alone and safe. Feelings just got in the way, and drew her into situations that she never should have been in, in the first place. That was why she was teaching her self to remove all feelings, it made life easier.

With her thoughts and feelings safely closed off she snuck into the bedroom, being careful not to make a sound. She didn't want to wake the sleeping figure on the bed, not just yet anyway.

She moved across the room and stared down at the face of the man on the bed, examining the little that she could see from the strip of moonlight that came from the window. She supposed he could be what one would almost consider handsome, with his dark hair and smooth pale skin, all except for that thin scar across his throat. She didn't know why he was the target, but then again, she didn't ask. It wasn't her place to, she just did as she was told, and she was told to come here.

She got onto the bed, straddling him, letting her darker side take over. It was easier not to fight it. It was what she was trained for.

"Wakey, wakey, my dear," she whispered into his ear.

She felt his body jolt to wakefulness beneath her. She could just see him staring up at her, and she could tell that he knew exactly why she was there. There was something almost touching about him knowing that his demise was coming, and yet he did nothing to stop it.

She couldn't help herself as she leaned down and kissed him. She let his tongue slip into her mouth and explore her. In the midst of their very heated kiss she pulled out her knife and slit his throat. She could almost feel it as the life force fled his body, as she pulled back from. It was with tinge of regret that she watched his blood flow onto the leaf print sheets.