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Creative writing - The Bloody Assassin.

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The home was fully alarmed and had sentries deliberately posted inside and out, but it made no difference to him. He slipped from shadow to shadow, silently advancing toward his prey with the slyness of a cougar. Small arsenals of weapons were at his disposal and hung from the compartment around his waist slightly open and ready. Soft shoes and an even softer step made his approach silently and deadly. His dark clothing, years of training and experience gave him a distinct edge over his targets. They usually didn't even know they were being hunted until it was too late. By then they were on their way to eternity. He could see a crack of light coming from the side of his victim's bedroom door. He was still awake. No problem, he thought, it would be over before it began. He slid along the wall to the edge of the door and listened to the sounds coming from the other side. His mark was humming a catchy little tune that reminded him of a television commercial he had recently seen. He smiled thinking the idiot would die with that stupid jingle going through his head. He gently opened the door further and looked in through the open space. He could see the man's back to him covered in a silken red robe combing a scrubby patch of hair in a mirror on a dressing unit next to the bed. He would wait until he was in bed and the lights were out. He didn't have to wait long. ...read more.

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He silently slinked to the far end of the garage and easily found the door that lead to the rear staircase and kitchen. He opened the door quietly and heard nothing coming from the kitchen. No activity at this time of night. It was almost too easy. With all his slyness he opened the door and moved into the shadows. There was no one around at all. Most of the help had gone home for the evening, except for a few guards wandering around the ground level. From shadow to shadow and darkness to darkness he moved closer to the staircase. He waited breathlessly in a shadow as a guard approached. The guard passed right by him without notice and continued his patrol. Lopez sighed silently and climbed the stairs closer to his mark. The carpeted stairs stifled his already quiet steps making his flight up the stairs undetectable. At the top of the stairs he darted into another shadow as a noise startled him for a moment. It was the old man shuffling towards his bedroom. He looked frail and on his last days, but had an underlying confidence to his step. The old man stopped for a second and seemed to look directly into Lopez's eyes. Lopez froze, becoming a part of the darkness he had engulfed himself in. The old man's eyes were sharp and clear and seemed to penetrate the darkness, regardless of his clothing and concealment. Lopez was scared. For the first time in a long time, he was scared. ...read more.

Conclusion

All I know is how much they were willing to pay and that they always pay," Lopez said holding his head up defiantly. "I know who hired you. . . Lopez," he said again waiting for his reaction to hearing his name. Lopez lost a bit of his defiance and looked at the old man with an unasked question in his eyes. "You want to know who, don't you? For the first time in your career, you want to know." Lopez stared into the old mans eyes and said, "Yes. I want to know, but I also want to know how you were able to avoid my attack. Since I am obviously going to die here tonight, at least tell me that." The old man laughed and said, "Well, the answer to both is one in the same." Lopez strained to understand, but failed to grasp what was being said. "I hired you, Lopez. I hired you to kill me, or should I say try to kill me. People have been trying to kill me for centuries and fail miserably each and every time. I enjoy good sport and a challenge as you do, I'm sure. What greater challenge could I have than to elude a paid professional assassin. You see, I am a vampire, Lopez. One of the undead. That is why I move so quickly. That is why my wounds heal instantly. That is why you could not kill me, I am a superior being that has been alive for thousands of years. And now you have become just another meal for me to sup upon. Oh well, ces't la vie," the old man said and severed Lopez's jugular with the switchblade and dined on assassin's blood. THE END ...read more.

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