Victor Albright gazed around the area as horror fazed his expression. He hadn't expected to come home from work to meet his family dead, their blood spilt cold on the floor. This wasn't supposed...
Why? He knelt right in front of his sister, Helena. His eyes tearing up at the sight of the comatose infant. She was only a year and half from going to high school. He had made all the shabby promises she requested.
He... He had proposed a better life to her.
His mother lay lifeless on the ground, her smile still very obvious after her death. How could you still so happy?! After the torment she probably faced. Every part of her body had been impaled, like her killer wanted her to go through the suffering on purpose before she died.
And then, she had been stabbed in the gut, the blood still gushing out freely.
No. No. This could only be a dream. Yes, a stupid dream.
Wake up Victor. Wake up!
Sadly, even the reality smelled like fresh blood. His family had died like a randomly selected chess piece, only that this game couldn't be replayed.
Who could've done this? The last time he checked he didn't remember having affiliates or rivals. He was just a simple garbage man who did nothing but pay attention to his own business. He was only doing everything he could to provide to for his family as they were barely solvent.
Who then could—?
"Isn't it amazing?" He heard a voice come from the darkness. Victor traced the voice and his eyes dawned on a woman behind him.
Looking at her, Victor could barely take his eyes off. Her body was an alluring figure that suddenly left little to his imagination. Her curves traced down her slim physique almost perfectly and her skin shone under the reflection of the dim moonlight.
She wore a assassin's clothing, a black dress that stretched all the way down to her legs but yet still fitted tightly with her body. Her auburn hair was wrapped in a bun, exposing her neck.
As she smiled, her crimson eyes stung into him like the dagger she held. This was clearly the woman that murdered his family.
Why? -
"The unending love of family." She continued, swinging her dagger around. "It's so beautiful, it makes me horny."
"Who... Who are you?" Victor shuddered and took a step backwards.
"Just beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful!!!" The assassin ignored him, laughing maniacally.
"I asked a question!" Victor's hands fumbled around for anything he could grab as long as it shielded him from her, but he found nothing. "I said who are you?!"
The assassin stopped, staring blankly at him. "Elizabeth Rosslyn, 7th assassin of the Red Moon Faction." she said simply.
Victor was confused. Red moon? Where had he heard that?
But there wasn't that much time to decipher. The assassin.... Elizabeth approached him with a tighter grip on her dagger. As she did, Victor was utmost distracted by the size of her tits. Curse his dyslexia... How could he be so lust filled at this crucial point in time?
Elizabeth stopped right in front of him and loomed over him. Her face expression was unreadable. First, she had on a smirk, and then her expression changed to a lustful one.
"Please don't kill me." Victor begged regardless.
"Admirable." She smiled. "But isn't your family dead? Shouldn't your will to live amount to nothing right now?"
Tears ran down Victor's face. He knelt and grabbed her legs. "Please... I want to live... Please."
The assassin squatted and looked straight into his eyes. "Sorry, but my client paid me twice the price for your death."
Even before Victor could open his mouth to say another word, the assassin's lips smashed against his. Her lips captured his in a way that was anything but gentle. There was an hunger in it, a urgency that made her ask for more. Victor felt his fear dissipate until it was no longer there.
What replaced now was lust. His hands traced softly down her hair, his fingers creasing down every line in a desirable manner. He felt her tits against his chest as she drew in closer, intensifying the kiss.
Her hand reached for his, and she placed them on her breasts. Victor didn't hesitate. His palm fumbled with the softness and he pressed them tightly. His fingers reached into her dress and curled around her seed. As he rubbed around it, he felt something wet.... And yet warm.
She pulled back with a slight moan, her tongue drawing a line of saliva from his. "This makes me so horny." she said with a dark smile.
Her lips smashed into his again. And on went another wave of kissing until just abruptly, Victor felt a sharp cut in his stomach.
The pain engulfed him deeply, and he groaned in her mouth before pulling back.
With a smirk, Elizabeth removed her dagger from his stomach. Her fingers traced dangerously down Victor's face, her smile curling up into an intense grimace. She licked her lips and purred.
"Don't worry, maybe in our next life." She said.
Victor groaned as he slowly gave away to death. He collapsed against the cold floor, his eyes watering as he stared at the ceiling.
I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die!!
"I'm sorry, I had you going through all of this." He heard Elizabeth's voice, rather mischievously spoken than with sympathy.
And the above all things, death stole the last view of light in his eyes.
And then... There was darkness.