Everyone has a moment in life when all they just want to do is dine and wine and forget the reality of this life.
And same was the case with this beautiful lady sitting in a bathtub with a glass of red wine dangling in between her fingers.
With the slow music playing in the background, the glass of wine in between her fingers and her wet black hair moves gently in rhythm to the music. This mysterious lady stayed in the same position enjoying herself for about fifteen minutes.
Her eyebrows creased into a frown the moment her phone rang. The once perfect sweet atmosphere was disrupted by her loud ringing tone.
"Damn!" She cursed loudly as she opened her eyes to reveal her grey moon eyes. These beautiful grey moon eyes which speak of innocence would deceive one into thinking that the lady was an angel not knowing that the opposite was the case. She is the devil and she often brings death wherever she goes.
"That was one sweet moment. I guess it is now time to go back to the harsh reality," She muttered in her calm tone as she stretched forth her hand and picked up the grey phone lying close by.
"Boss never gives me a mission in the same country twice at the same time so what is wrong? What is so urgent that you had to ruin my moment?" The lady asked coldly after she answered the line.
"You have a new mission. He was the same person you had to travel to Morocco for. He arrived in Singapore about an hour ago for business and his flight will take off at midnight again," a cool guy's voice at the other end said firmly.
"Boss said you have until midnight to complete your mission. I am already working on the mission so it is your time to steal the show," The guy said. From the tone of his voice, the lady could tell that he was smiling.
"I don't need so much time to handle just one person. I give you my word. I will complete the mission before midnight," The lady said confidently as she slowly stood up to the full height to reveal her fair flawless body which has not suffered from any scar.
From mere examining her naked body, you would know that she wasn't only beautiful but also possessed the full weapon to drive every sane man insane without having to break a sweat.
"Sorry Ivy, I forgot to tell you that he isn't alone. He has about ten bodyguards protecting him wherever he goes. I have sent you his details. Go through it before embarking on the mission," the guy sitting on a rooftop with two laptops lying in his front said as he monitored the screens.
"Even though he had twenty or twenty-five bodyguards, that wouldn't stop me from still completing my mission before midnight. No matter how professional his bodyguards are, never forget that they are not on the same level as me," The lady called Ivy said, smirking devilishly as she approached the shower.
"Should I call the ladies to help you…,"
"I need no one to help me. I just need my double daggers and my gun," Ivy said as she made to disconnect the call but the guy's urgent voice prevented her from doing so.
"You…,"
"You talk too much, Sammy I need to wash off the soap on my body so I can get ready but your damn annoying voice is preventing me from doing that, do you know?" Ivy asked fiercely as she immediately disconnected the call. She knew that he would take another five minutes of her time if she let him respond.
Ivy hurriedly freshened up and got ready. It took her less than ten minutes to freshen up and get dressed in her black outfit.
After taking all her tools with her, she left her hotel room and set out for her mission. With Samuel's directives, she did not have a hard time locating her target's whereabouts.
The men walking hurriedly in a lonely street halted when a lady in black stood in the middle of the road obstructing the narrow pathway.
"Who are you and what do you want?" The man in a black suit, which resembles the leader of the guard, asked in a cold tone with his gun pointing at the lady whose face they could not see. And this was because of the black face cap she puts on.
"I am the goddess of death. That is all you need to know," Ivy said coldly as she took a step forward.
"Who sent you to kill me? Was it that senile old man?" The man in his late thirties shielded by the ten bodyguards asked. From his tone, they could all tell that he was scared.
"Don't worry boss we will protect you?" The same guy who spoke to Ivy earlier assured him.
"Did you say, you will protect him?" Ivy chuckled as her gaze ran from one face of the bodyguards to the other.
"Are you capable of protecting the tiny life that you had to think about protecting someone else?" Ivy asked as she took another step forward. Her action made the bodyguards adjust the way they held their guns.
"You…,"
"I am running out of time so I have no leisure time to exchange nonsense words with people who are gonna end up dying by my hands," all the streetlights in the lonely street went off the instant she completed her sentence.
A few seconds later, low groans belonging to men could be heard. At the exact time, it reached five minutes, the streetlights went on again.
Ivy, standing amid the men lying in their pool of blood, took away a briefcase from the man who was her main target.
"I told him that they were not on my same level," Ivy mumbled before she began walking away from the scene.
"I still have thirty minutes before midnight so why don't I make the best time out of my remaining thirty minutes?" Ivy asked none in particular. An evil grin appeared on her beautiful face.
…
A few minutes later, a tall beautiful lady was seen dancing crazily in a club. The beautiful smiles which accompany every one of her movements made her look harmless.
After about fifteen minutes of dancing, she slowly found her way out of the door floor. Turning around to approach her table someone grabbed her by the hand.
A man's loud voice called despite the loud music "Samantha".
He quickly made her turn around so that she was facing him," You are Samantha, right?" The young man tried to confirm, not letting go of her.
Damn! Why didn't I pull off this silly girl's face before I arrived at the club? How do I get out of this predicament without letting it turn sour?
Ivy thought as she let her eyes scrutinise the club. She grinned inwardly when her eyes landed on a man who seems to be looking for someone on the dance floor.
I guess you will become my saviour tonight!
She brought her gaze back to the man holding her hand, "I am not Samantha. I believe you have got the wrong person…," Someone bumped into them before she could complete her sentence. And she seized this opportunity to slip into the dance floor. The man pursues her.
"I am sure she is the one I saw killed my master in Switzerland a month ago," the man continued to follow the direction she took.
Ivy being a smart lady removed her jacket, loosened her tied hair and mess it up a little with the help of her fingers. She took her stand in front of the man she targeted earlier.
"You were looking for me," Ivy place her hands on his shoulders and bend to kiss him. Just when their lips were a few inches from joining, she paused. The young man was too surprised to speak. He merely glares at the gutsy lady who dares to lay hands on him.
With her hair and the man's face covering a part of her face, the man pursuing her walked passed them. After noticing that he was gone, she pulled away from him.
Ivy smiled at him "Sorry about that, I mistook you for someone." She turned to leave afterwards but her right hand brushed against his hand and immediately their hands met, there was a shift in their system and they both felt it.
She is not a human but a being of the night, a vampire.
The young man in the black outfit thought as he took a careful look at her face. Before he could say a word she walked away, brushing off the strange feeling she had earlier as nothing.
"Follow her," the young man ordered a guy standing close to him as he pointed his hand at her departing back.
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