I listened to the music of Paris as I assembled my Erma SR-100. Not my usual piece but it works to get the job done I looked through the scope down at my target. Mr. Keith Beranger I laughed in my mind his wife ordered the hit and he sold his soul to be protected from me. Only he didn’t put a time limit on this protection. I looked at the black diamond embedded in my wrist. I flipped my hair from my face and looked down at him hitting on at least three women at the carnival of love. I growled I hated these stupid functions, so pointless since I couldn’t love anyone but Zane. Ugh many disgusting thoughts of that bastard. I narrowed my eyes and felt my power slip from my pores the black staining the red from my silver hair. I felt my body start to shift so I cut off the power no need to overexert myself.
I shot one round and watched as the bullet plunged into his brain I used my sight to transport myself down into his body for a shift of a second. The bullet exploded in his brain I sucked his soul into my diamond and retreated. I took my gun apart and placed it carefully into its nice silver case. I stood and opened a portal in the fabric of the dimension. I opened it back in my Hotel room where my three best friends stood. Colleen the werewolf titled the Voice of the Wolf. Skye the Queen of Vampires only line from The Count. And Carla the Spirit Official turned rouge. I loved all three of them and the demon in me thrived on that love for I wouldn’t find it in anyone else.
I turned and smiled at them setting my case in the travel safe I kept in the closet. “So who wants to piss off the neighbors?” I asked and devious grins spread across their faces. I picked up my Gibson guitar and a pick from the table. Carla seated herself behind the drums, Skye walked to the key board and Colleen picked up her brand new Gibson Bass guitar. We plugged in and tested each instrument to set up for the music we haven’t played since high school. I strummed a few cords and slipped into playing the cords of our favorite song. Music slipped over us and our power mingled over the sound intensifying it we loved this just to piss of the other guests. No one would say anything because well I was rich and they catered to my every need all demons were this rich if they chose to work as Lucifer’s main soul snatcher.
We stopped playing after the music subsided Colleen placed her guitar down and scurried off to handle the needs of the wolf pack of Paris. That was the job of the Voice to hear their needs and do what she could. Carla looked at Skye and they scurried off to the festival. I groaned and lay down on my large black bed. I hated the festival and I hated love what Zane had done to me had ruined my life I would never forgive him. I lay there my thoughts swimming until I started to cry blood red tears slipped into the pillows I clutched my glowing red scar. Stupid thing preventing me from what I wanted most a healthy relationship with anyone but my mate. It was then the dark black raven perched on my bed looking at me I tapped its beak. “Hi Fern what do you have today?” I asked wiping the tears from my eyes with my sleeve.
It dropped an envelope and flew off through a portal, I opened it and my eyes widened.
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