Mara

21

PRICE OF REVENGE

MARA

I t's getting harder and harder to carry out the guild contracts without the guys knowing. Now that I've found my place with them, work has picked up. Not so much at the club, but my side gig has kept me away from them more than I would like. In five weeks I've had six contracts. One I denied and five I took.

TARGET:

Stan Summers. Hates all Women. Killer, Rapist, Torture.

7653 Broad Street., North Philly

This target is a bad one. Much like Theo, he has a lot of hate for the female population. It doesn't matter what the age is of the girl. Child or adult, he tortures them, beats them, kills them. Whatever his fantasy is, he plays it out with his choice of victim. He is lost to God's light.

Easy to execute. I found him cornering a teenage girl in an alley near his home. I knocked him out while I sent the girl on her way, promising I'd take out the garbage. Not only did I rock his world, but I tore his soul from his body so fast his last second was pure agony. I was home in three hours and snuggling on the chair with Asher in four. We behaved that night, but I didn't mind. I enjoyed the cuddle time, along with the foot massage that Creed gave. They're always being so nice to me. I'm trying really hard not to let my past experience flow over into my present and taint their affection for me.

TARGET:

Phillip Grayson. Con Artist - Takes advantage of widowed women.

Chester, Philadelphia

Sadly he died in a tragic boating accident. That night I managed to feed off of only two of my delicious men without trying to expel their souls. It was not a hot steamy orgy, but it was a lot of touching, some licking and nibbling, and well sucking until we were all mindless and writhing on the couch together.

TARGET:

Sean Travis. Therapist - Serial Rapist.

Cleveland, Ohio

This man was fun. I made an appointment, pretended his hypnotism worked, and fed as his excitement grew. When he was almost done fucking what he thought was an unconscious client, I began to draw out his soul. Right before I claimed it fully, my eyes sprang open and my demon tail shot through his back into his heart.

That was a two-day mission, but when I got home Cassius had made me a romantic dinner that we all sat down to eat together. There was a lot of talking and laughing. We ended it with another movie night. This time I cuddled with Cass while I unknowingly, at the time, fed from his pleasure from just holding me close.

TARGET:

Brian McKenna. Pediatrician - Pedophile

Chester, Philadelphia

Brian was almost a week of work. Using Sean's laptop I baited him online. I made sure to use hotspots all throughout Philly so it wouldn't be traced back to where I lived. He thought he was meeting a fourteen-year-old at the lake, but surprise, it was me. Him, I fed off of because he was so excited at the prospect of taking a young girl's innocence. I didn't need to prepare myself for his disgusting dick. I caught him jerking off behind a tree and snatched his soul before I ripped his cock off with my claws. He was the first victim I claimed without having to use myself as a catalyst. I was excited. Maybe this means I can continue working for the guild and save my body for my men.

TARGET:

Tanner Wilson. Serial Killer.

Detroit, Michigan

Getting away from the guys without them finding out the real reason was difficult. I had to tell them I had training for work and had to go to Detroit for a week. Creed insisted I take him with me, but I told him there was a strict no boyfriend or husband policy. He gave in after a small argument. Cassius didn't try to attach himself to me. He understood it was okay to spend a little time apart. Now Asher was touchy. His rage has gotten better over the weeks we've been together, but it still flairs up with certain situations. I am one of those triggers. It took three hours and me promising him a weekend with just him and me, until bedtime that is.

Tanner was a harder target to track down. I drove nine hours to Detroit, and I followed him through all of the crime scenes he left behind. Three families in the Belmont neighborhood were slain in their beds. The children were positioned in their rooms either reading or playing with toys. The worst was a baby left in his crib, holding his teddy bear and pacifier placed in his mouth.

There were also murders in Warrendale, Greenbriar and Franklin Park. These scenes were horrible, but there were no children in any of the articles. When I investigated the scenes, blood still soaked floors, curtains, beds and other surfaces. I wondered who would clean up the mess?

I jumped from crime scene to crime scene quickly, as I was on a time limit. Hoping that a week would be long enough for me to hunt him down, but he left very little behind to figure out his identity. With only one hunch with the evidence I picked up on, I made a plan. For three days I dressed to impress any man who crossed my path. Tight workout clothes hugged my curves just right. Bending over was a definite eye catcher. Either they were glued to my ass or entranced my tits. It was a win win. But to hook the killer I figured a wedding band was a must as well as false phone calls to my husband.

There were two things that each scene contained. One was a calendar with playdates written on it for high end recreation areas with running paths and playgrounds for families. The victims all had athletic wear and running shoes in their closets. Looking through paperwork at the homes, I found that none of them went to the same clinic, worked for the same companies or their affiliates, and none of them ran in the same circles. Nothing linked them as to why they became his targets, so this was my long shot, but I'm taking it and putting on my best performance.

It was the third and last day of me doing undercover at the parks. It was the right day to be at the park in Franklin Park. Through my research, each town had three families that were murdered. Franklin Park only had one so far. I've picked two parks in Franklin to hang out at each day and today was the last possible location. I spot a familiar figure. One that likes to people watch in each location I have scouted. He thinks he's been watching me all day, but I've been scouting him out since the first park. He's been tracking me since my first playground, but I've been studying him as well.

Luckily I was able to rent a fully furnished house for the week. I added a few personal touches, but I wasn't able to rent a husband. That was the only thing I felt would be a deterrent if he was following me home. I headed back to the rental once the sun began to set. I had everything prepared in case I actually caught him in my trap.

Pulling into the driveway with my rental, (my truck hidden in the garage) I park just outside the garage door. Exiting with my phone to my ear, I open my mouth to talk to my pretend husband, when a midnight black BMW M3 with tinted windows pulls into the driveway next to my silver Rav4. I keep my distance as the driver's side door opens and out walks Asher.

He walks towards me with a big smile. When he gets to me he wraps his arms around me and swings me around. I laugh at his child-like behavior until he puts me down. Leaning into him, because his arms won't let me go, I whisper in his ear, "What are you doing here? Wait, don't tell me. Walk in the house with me like we are happily married. I'll explain inside. "

I should have known he would take my words to heart. He kisses me deeply and grabs my ass. I squeal into his mouth before he releases me. We walk and head into the house and he backs me against the door once it is shut behind us.

"What the hell are you doing here, Asher?" I whisper, scream.

"Me?" He lifts an eyebrow. "You need to explain yourself. I came because I was worried about you. And, I missed you." He touches my cheek and leans in to kiss me. "Now, you need to explain what you are doing here, because it's not for a conference."

Swallowing hard, I knew I had to tell him. "I have a confession. And I was hoping the four of us wouldn't get so close, because then I wouldn't have to tell you. By the way, how did you find me?" I really didn't want to explain this to him, but he deserves to know the truth about the girl he cares for. And I deserved to know how he hunted me down in Detroit.

"Mara, it's okay," he spoke so softly, I wanted to weep. "You can tell me anything. I won't judge. Really, I have no right to. Please trust me." That's when he looks down and clears his throat. "We are trackers, but even we need help at times. When we started following you, Cass had Creed put a tracker under your truck. We all forgot about it, until my anxiety over you being gone so long made me remember."

"I'm an assassin," I blurt out. Straight faced, emotions paused, I continue. "I can't tell you much more, but I've had to use my abilities as a succubus to complete my kills. But, within the last couple of weeks I found out ways to do it without using my body."

"Well, that's interesting. We figured with you collecting souls, that it was a given since you get energy that way as well." He brushes my hair away from my forehead.

"Yes, but I can feed off of you now. I don't need any other men. And I actually enjoy everything about the process when I am with you." These words were breaking me as I was speaking them. How will he ever look at me the same? It was so hard to look at him, but I forced myself as I spoke. "Taking from others, not so much."

"Mara, we went into this with you knowing there would have to be some compromising for all of us." Asher pulls me into him and holds me in a hug. "It's okay. We will figure out all the things we need to in time." He separates us and wipes the tears from my face.

"Thank you." I flatten my hand on his chest and give him a smile.

"But seriously, what are you doing here?" He tries again.

"I'm here for a termination, and you actually showed up at a good time."

"Oh, did I now? And why is that?" He grabs my hand, and leads me to the couch. "Let's sit and talk about it."

I sit on his lap and tell him about Tanner and how I drew him in. I also explained how I think tonight is going to be the night he attempts to kill me. Asher listens with rapt fascination as he learns the darker side of my life. He doesn't judge and together we strategize.

Once all that is out in the air, we decide to put our plan in motion. We will pretend to sleep and when he breaks in to murder the two people in their sleep, I'll feed off his excitement as he gets closer to his victims and just before he strikes the fake me in the bed, I'll pull his soul. Asher knows he can not be involved. I have to kill him, or my contract is void and I'm dead.

In the dark, Tanner sneaks into the house through the unlocked sliding glass door. He sneaks up the stairs to the second floor and I slowly start pulling his lifeforce as his excitement grows. The asshole even has a hard on. Better for me, I guess. I receive more when I draw from him. The energy grows as he gets closer and when he slips into the bedroom, Asher pretends to cough and roll over in the bed which causes Tanner to pause and allows me the time to attach myself to his soul.

He moves closer to my side of the bed and he stops again focusing on Asher's side to make sure the happy hubby isn't going to wake up before he can make his kill. When Asher doesn't move again, Tanner raises his arm to strike and before he can land the killing blow, I snatch his soul. He falls face first onto the bed and rolls off onto the floor, taking the top blanket with him. Asher stares at me in wonder.

"You killed him without touching him."

"Pretty nifty, isn't it?" I wink. "Now I just have to make it look like he died somewhere else.

"Easy, we'll just park his car on the side of the road, lift it and make it look like he was changing the tire, when death came for him," Asher explains with pride.

We do just that. And Asher follows me back home.