Author: HintOfPink PM
Mia is a deadly killing machine, part of an organization called 'The Cleaners'. When she travels to Bon Temps to find a specific vampire, why can't she seem to kill him?Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 25 - Words: 20,470 - Reviews: 47 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 12-02-09 - Published: 08-04-09 - Status: Complete - id: 5277161
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I stealthily made my way into the guarded mansion. I slipped silently past the vampire's on patrol, stupid creatures. I was only supposed to be taking out my assigned target, but I couldn't see the harm in cleaning up another one or two.
I leapt silently to the floor in a light-denied area, then snook up behind the unsusupecting vampire. With a quick soundless movement of my arm, I striked him in the heart with my silver sword. He instantly began to crumble away, so I stalked off in the direction where my main objective was waiting.
I opened the door and slipped inside. He heard me.
"Talbot? Is that you?"
He appeared in front of me, the questioning look on his face instantly turned to anger. His fangs quickly elongated and he jumped at me. I glided out of his way and he came to a halt, confused. This only seemed to anger him more and he tried again, good, I liked a challenge. Plus, he was old, maybe one of the oldest I've killed and he was stronger and smarter...even better. It made the end result even more satisfying. Again and again he tried to evade me, trick me with his moves so that I would end up in a vulnerable position. Does he not understand what I am yet? Yes, he knew I was a vampire, yet I held my silver sword proudly in my right hand. Sooner or later he would understand...but it would be too late.
Eventually, I had him backed into a corner. The look on his face was a mixture of amazement, hatred, fear and confusion. They were all the same.
I raised my arm high and brought it down hard, the sword going all the way through him and out of the other side.
His eyes widened then drooped, then the dissolving process began. I stayed until he was nothing but ash and smoking gunge.
Goodbye Russell Edgington.
I quietly retreated to my waiting vehicle outside the mansion, killing a few more and passing some play-toys on my way out. How pathetic. How I was tempted to teach them a lesson they would most certainly never forget. Unfortunatley, I was not permitted to do so.
I speeded off down the motorway, my copper hair flapping around wildly from the bottom of my helmet. I was making my way back to headquarters. Headquarters is in a secluded area of Monroe. It's a very modern building with hi-tech equipment and a fingerprint recognition system.
I parked my motorcycle and walked up to the entrance. Holding my hand up, I rested my fingers on the sensitive screen and it began scanning my thumb and each finger, calculating my identity. Finally it beeped and the bulb turned green. I pushed open the heavy metal door and walked inside.