***ed up love story

I smirked against the glass as I watched our latest victim. She was blonde, petite and well really annoying. She ran her hand up MY man's leg. His eyes locked onto mine, he had her round his little finger. Now the fun really began. I downed the rest of my drink, picked up my bag and left. I caught a glance of my 5''7 frame in a mirror. Even though the dress I wore was short, it hid my well toned body and the numerous tattoo's covering my scars. My short brown hair took the focus off my face, not enough to seem unfriendly, but enough to make me blend into the background. People had a habit of noticing things you don't want them to. Like my eyes, piercing blue. I just managed to contain my excitement as I made my way inconspicuously along the empty street turning into a random alleyway. He would have seen me turning in, and he would come. I hide as the two of them came round the corner. She was giggling like a school girl, he was scanning around trying to spot where I was. I wanted so badly to kill her as she began kissing his neck. Her hand was snaking below the band of his trousers. I dawned on my mask, gloves, shoes and the overall I had in my bag. I heard HIS breathing hitch as her fingers began to play with what wasn't hers to play with. I came up behind her, my eyes locked onto his. She never noticed, her attention was diverted. But he did, he was just as excited as I was. The knife plunged straight into her lung, preventing her from screaming. As her blood dripped from her side I was ecstatic, there was only one more thing I wanted, but not here. It didn't matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't have him now. I was covered in blood. As I quickly, but carefully removed my “uniform”. Last to go back into my bag was the mask. I bought it the day I met him, the day of our first kill. It suited him better, then again the joker was a guy. As soon as I had shut my bag his lips were on my neck, his hands pulling me as close to him as possible. I wanted him to fuck me there and then, but it wouldn't be wise with the body there.

We hired a room in a hotel not far from our latest hunt. As soon as the door was shut I felt the icy embrace of a pocket knife against the back of my neck. A hand slowly crept round the front it. Every contact on my skin set it on fire. The knife ran down the bare skin on my back, then crashed to the floor. Warm lips caressed the mark that it left behind. I slowly turned round, falling victim to the power of his eyes. As usual lust was burning brightly within them, but tonight was different. There was something more. Love. And I knew it was echoed in my own. This was against all the rules. Assassins don't fall in love, but I had. The hint of sadness I saw told me all I needed to know. This was the last night he would hold me. Tonight only one of us was getting out alive. A soft hand caressed my cheek, lips barley touching my own. This wasn't like our usual encounters. There was no rush, it wasn't just sex any more. My feet left the floor as his strong arms carried me to the bed. I placed the small knife only I knew about onto the bedside table. We had never made it this far before. Tonight was a whole knew experience. Every touch, much more gentle than before, threatened to send me over the edge. I didn't know how long we went, but all to soon it was over. I knew what came next, one of us would die here. I made up my mind, this was the most amazing night of my life, and I wanted to go like this. I couldn't. I was happy, at peace. A peace I hadn't felt in years. A peace I craved and tried to get from killing. And now I had it. My hand closed on the cold handle of the knife that put there earlier. A slight scraping noise let me know he had lifted his too. He rolled back over, our bodies almost touching. A tear ran down his face,
“I'm sorry...” he whispered as his knife went into my stomach. I grinned as he noticed I had gotten there sooner. He looked back into my eyes, tears falling fast. “Why didn't you do it?”
I couldn't speak, blood was bubbling in my throat. I placed a small kiss from my cold lips onto his warm ones. I knew he understood. I didn't want to keep killing, I wanted to stay like this. My only regret, I never got his name...