Mara

17

WORKING GIRL

MARA

C hanging my clothes is a must if I want to reel in the right dinner. Taking the stairs two at a time to get up to my room, I almost miss Mist standing at the top of the stairs.

"They left you another note, Mistress," she shares. "It's on your nightstand."

"Thank you, Mist. I'll be going out tonight, and returning just before sunrise."

"Very well. Be safe and we will see you when you get in." She turns and walks down the stairs to the main floor.

Walking into my room, I head straight for the table and find the small card Mist had told me about. The piece of paper was no bigger than my palm, and it was blank. Picking it up, I flip the blank scrap from front to back, but I see nothing. As I continue to flip it from side to side, the edge catches the tender flesh of my fingertip and blood seeps into the dark fibers. Before I can comprehend what is going on, words begin to form in my head. Well, that's interesting. It only allows the intended recipient the ability to access the information. It takes mere seconds for the instructions to finish their phantom message before I'm able to understand it in its entirety.

Congratulations on becoming a member of the Guild.

Your first target is Theodore Hudson. Child abuser, Killer and Rapist.

Location - St. Francis of Assisi Roman Catholic Church

With the spilling of your blood, you have accepted your first target. This card will disappear in mere seconds.

The card vanishes and I am left in a spiral of confusion and amazement. There's no reason for me to think twice about accidentally accepting my first target. This individual was repulsive. Hopefully, after killing and collecting his soul, Samael will prolong his eternal torture.

Well, looks like I have my next meal. I'm grateful it has been chosen for me. I'm not in the mood to do the hunting. My mind is too preoccupied to fully engage in the game of cat and mouse.

Due to its deteriorating condition, the Catholic church was considered uninhabitable. My assumption is that he's a squatter, and hopefully he's alone. It's going to be more efficient if I don't have to sift through several humans to find the right one.

Knowing now that there is no need to change into something more sexy, I opt to remain in the clothes I have on now and start my twelve block walk. The distance should allow me a good amount of time to process the earlier conversation and Creed's kiss.

The kiss. Wow! I've never experienced such intense passion without the man desiring more. With Creed I didn't feel that need. All he desired was the brief intimacy, perhaps even longed for it.

Why was I lying to myself? I should've anticipated that I wouldn't be able to give my complete attention to the conversation with the three soldiers. I found myself constantly getting sidetracked by Creed. Okay, I'll be honest with myself. All three of the men have captured my attention. They're all beautiful creators, but that's a given. They're angels. They were made to be faultless in every single way.

With the walk normally lasting me a half an hour, I figured I'd be able to siphon through some of the issues I am now facing. That was a lie. Suddenly, I find myself approaching the side of the church.

The doors and windows appear to have been boarded up. I'll have to scout the building to figure out his entry point. It won't be a challenge, as I have mastered the art of concealing myself in plain sight. I should be able to spot an opening. I'll just assess them like I would if it was my abandoned home.

It's a stroke of luck that there are thick trees surrounding the church grounds. I make my way into the backyard. With the eyes of a thief, I meticulously explore each possibility while walking around the building until I discover an unlocked root cellar door at the back. Checking the windows thoroughly, I confirm that no one can spot me while I enter.

Darkness spans before me as I walk down the cellar steps. My eyesight shifts, and with aid from my demon side, I can maneuver around any obstacles before me. Stepping around old furniture and around and sometimes through cobwebs, I make my way to the stairs going up to the main floor.

Carefully, I follow the old rock wall up to prevent the steps from creaking and giving me away. The frame at the top of the stairs is missing its door, making it easier to escape detection.

While making my way through the main level, I stumble upon a kitchen with older appliances that have seen better days. The walls are adorned with wire racks and shelves, and there's a large metal counter connecting two rooms. When the pull-down piece is open, the kitchen can use the big metal counter to serve coffee or food to the parishioners.

Slowly I peek my head through the doorway to scan the room on the other side and find metal chairs with torn fabric cushions lining the outer walls, and a stone altar in the center. Odd symbols are painted across the walls and carved into the wood floor. This old church, once used to praise God, now bears witness to those who worship a devil. The question is, which one do they pray to?

I can sense something sinister lurking in the air. Even with the disbelievers that reside under this roof, the power present here is enough to cause serious harm if a creature from Hell is ever summoned and released. This Theo character must be their leader, and if he's a true believer, then the guild has no real idea of just how dark this man is. With the backing of one demon, or more, he and his followers could cause an apocalypse and kill us all.

I have a sudden thought. Where are these people staying? Churches aren't normally that big inside. Oh, hold on. I believe there are side rooms for children. If my memory serves me correctly, children were not permitted to attend the adult church service. In the past, there was a belief that children should be seen and not heard. Interruptions were not appreciated by adults. It was expected that children would obey. Anything short of perfection is seen as a hindrance, and sometimes parents are unfairly judged for their children's natural behavior.

I move towards the rear of the room and discover a narrow corridor concealed by a red velvet curtain. There are two possible paths I can choose from. The right side has been cleaned, while the left side appears less traversed, but there is still a slightly worn path through the dust. On a hunch, I choose the left path.

Sticking to the path already taken, I tread in the footprints of another until they come to a halt in front of a sturdy wooden door. Astonishingly, it is in pristine condition. My hand grips the shiny silver handle, but when I twist it doesn't open. The door is locked. Someone has made sure this door, in particular, had the best security they could install without notice from the outside world. I need to get in there and find out why.

Knowing I can't break in now, I head back in the direction I came and decide to explore down the right hallway. There are missing sections on all the doors in this hall. The evidence suggests that they have been subjected to forceful impact, such as being kicked in, shot with shotguns, or utilized for karate training. Although all the broken fragments have been cleared, this particular area of the church has undeniably experienced something tragic.

I come across a sturdy wooden door at the hallway's end, featuring engraved patterns that allow glimpses into the room beyond. Despite the absence of lights, shadows from the room stretch into the hallway, giving the impression of a light source. A dark vibe hits me when I realize the darkness also has shadows.

Although there are no humans here right now, there is still something present. I just can't figure out what. The sound of shattering glass echoes within the church. A quick thought crosses my mind.

I wish I had Creed's ability.

While I'm creeping back down the hallway towards the worship room, the creaking of a door catches my attention, prompting me to look straight ahead. The doorway at the very end down the left side hall is wide open. I stop to listen for footsteps or any other indications that I'm not alone, but my magnified hearing picks up nothing.

Knowing there's a chance I'm going to regret this decision, I continue forward, past the entrance to the worship room and towards the newly opened door. A shadow passes across the opening and I pause. Still no noises can be heard, so I continue moving forward until I reach the door frame. Holding my breath and releasing my claws, I step inside.

The room is empty. A candle burns in the corner, which could account for the shadow I thought I saw, but someone definitely lives here. Every piece of furniture is brand new. The bed is made. A half empty glass of water sits on the nightstand next to a small lamp. There's a small dresser along one wall and papers stacked on top. Driven by curiosity, I begin searching through the paperwork and discover documents containing Theo's name. Furthermore, I discovered alarming images of the very reason I am here to eliminate him.

As the door slams behind me, the photos slip from my hand and onto the floor. I turn around, slowly and before me stands a man in his forties eying me up and down, a very sharp dagger in his hand.

"Theodore Hudson, I presume," I say in a sultry voice.

"Well, well, what is a pretty bitch like you doing in a rundown church?" He walks forward a couple of steps and smiles. "Either you're lost or someone sent you. Which is it?"

"Didn't they tell you?" I play stupid in hopes he falls for the brainless woman lie. "They were supposed to warn you I was coming, so something like this wouldn't happen." I gesture towards the knife in his hand.

"Who was supposed to tell me what?" He frowns, loosening his grip on the blade just slightly.

"Your friends. They hired me and paid me to come here and show you a good time." I run my hands down my body. "Normally I wear something more feminine, but they explained to me you like to pretend when you play and you also like when your girls dress more casual so you can get the full experience you enjoy," I shrug. "I just do what I'm paid for. If you want me to leave, I can. But if you want me to stay, I promise we can have lots of fun."

He seems to be falling for it. He sets the knife down on the bed, looks back at me and smiles. "Do you like to role play?"

I don't fidget. I look right back at him and smile big. Anything to get this man under me so I can feed. "Anything for you."

"You sure are a pretty doll," he says with a creepy voice. "I'm going to enjoy playing with you. Hopefully you won't break."

"Oh, honey. I might look fragile but it takes a lot to damage me." We meet in the middle and I place my hand flat on his chest before asking, "I need you to confirm that you are Theodore Hudson before we proceed. I don't want to answer to the wrong daddy."

Well, he definitely likes that image. He answers quickly. "Yes, but you can call me Theo. Or if you prefer, Daddy works just fine."

"Tell me what you would like, Daddy," I smile shyly and bat my lashes.

"Lay on the bed," he demands. As I am crawling on the bed he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear, "I hope you like it rough, Doll, cuz that's how I prefer it."

"The rougher the better," I reply. "As long as I get to play too."

"Really?" he asks as he pulls off his shirt. "I've never had a girl who wanted to play with me. Most of them just do as I say or lie there like a dead fish."

"Oh, I can do all the work if you want? I know Daddy works hard and needs a break." I copy his movements and remove my shirt. My black, silky bra draws his attention. "Would you like me to take care of you?"

Theo unbuttons his slacks and pulls them down with his boxers. He stands before me, cock as hard as a steel pipe, and nods. "I'd like that a lot."

"Then you come here and lie on the bed." I slide off the bed to allow him the room to do as I ask. He lies on his back so his naked body is splayed out for me. I make sure to stand at the end of the bed so he can see me. "I can't wait to play, Daddy. I promise to make you feel real good."

I pull down my pants and slowly slip out of my matching underwear and bra. Leaning forward so my hands rest on the end of the mattress at his feet, I give him my sexiest smile. His not so impressive cock twitches, and my libido decreases. But I need to feed and he is my selected target. So I replace the image before me and the man shifts into Creed. His long black hair spreads across the sheets as he beckons me with a finger and a smile.

Crawling up the bed, I make sure to caress his skin with mine. As I move higher and reach his cock, I give it a passionate kiss. The man bows his body as the suction makes him swell. Theo forcefully pulls my hair and thrusts himself deeper into my mouth.

My teeth push into his pelvic bone and my eyes water as I try to breathe through my nose. He's trying death by cock, but it's more like suffocation by a prick. And I don't mean this man's dick. My teeth start to ache with the pressure. My only reflex is to bite. Without breaking the skin, I press down with my demon teeth until he groans and releases my hair.

Taking in a breath, I sit straddling his legs. He looks at me with a dazed smile. The fucker likes this shit. It's time I take what I want.

"You like pain, Daddy?" I grip his cock and squeeze until he groans again and a small amount of milky white liquid escapes the tip. "I can give you pain."

His eyes twinkle. Lost in the fog of lust, he smirks and I shift until my core lines up with his cock. Closing my eyes, this time I see Cass's face and his devilish smile. I sink down onto his dick and begin to grind against him. He bucks as his fingers dig into my hips. The tips of my claws descend just enough to draw blood on his chest. It must be a turn on for Theo because he begins to thrust into me harder and faster.

I have a feeling he's approaching the peak of his pleasure. The sounds coming from him can't be ignored and I grit my teeth as I try to hold on to my image of Cass. I envision it's his voice coming from the killer. The body below me is muscled and decorated in tattoos. This is not a stealer of innocence that lies beneath me. My nails dig deeper into his flesh and that's his release button.

"Fuck, Bitch. That hurts so good," he moans. "Are you ready for me to fill up that tight cunt?"

I remain silent, lost in my daydream while my body prepares itself alongside his. When Theo's first stream of cum splashes onto my walls, I get ready for his forever end. I initiate the process of tugging at his soul, convinced that a slow pace would provide me with greater satisfaction, but his next words cause me to instantly change my mind.

"If only you were pure," he grunts. "I would have done a better job at showing you just how good pain can be."

With that statement, I pull harder. Purging his body of the evil and sending it straight to Hell. Shaking with anger, I watch the shocked look on his face until his eyes become empty of life. Quickly, I climb off of him, and study his chest. He doesn't breathe again.

My hunger surges as if feeding off his pleasure was not enough. I need something more. Walking up to the side of the bed, I stare at his chest. My claws protrude fully and my fangs ache. As if I am taken over by a phantom, I watch as my hand buries itself in his chest. The sight of his heart in my hand makes my saliva run. Biting down on the organ like it was a juicy peach, I groan. My hunger, finally satisfied with my kill.

"What the fuck?" I turn to see Asher in the doorway. His claws out and stalking forward, he knocks the heart from my hand. "Mara, what have you done?"