Hila

(Midnight, in the Wung Mo company building, the CEO's office. A silenced riffle goes off. Mr. Wung Mo falls on the ground, the tiled floor stained with his blood. The shooter, a woman in black, stands from the table and returns the gun into the holster at her waist.)"Who... who the hell are you? How dare you come at me? Do you know me? "He bellowed at the blonde as his eyes twitched from the agonizing pain of the bullet wound at his chest. She approached him and squatted beside him. Her large green eyeswere calm, extremely calm. As if she had done this job a thousand times and would not mind doing it a couple thousand times more. Her luscious lips were painted with an appealing scarlet red. She gave out a pressurizing aura of agile confidence,hidden power and inner strength. She slipped her fingers from the collar of his tailored suit to where the bullet wound was and pressed hard. His groans full of pain cursed and threatened her but they only seemed to lightened her moood."I have

The Walther stared right at her forehead. Her eyes followed his thumb as it pulled the safety pin. A cold sweat dripped down her neck. Her left hand was a few inches away from the pocket knife in her jacket and all she had to do was reach for it without raising any suspicion. Easy, right? The only problem was she realized this guy was not just any crazed Tom, Dick, or Harry that needed some quick cash or anything else to that.The man was basically made of hard muscle and protruding veins. His stance as he held the gun was to give him a upper hand if she decided to attack or escape. He had prepared for this and had memorized the time she would come back home, probably by watching her for a while and making sure she was oblivious the whole time. She could feel his intent to kill and there was no doubt he would pull the trigger he would pulled the trigger if she made any slight move.'How do I even describe this day?'According to the massive amount of confidence exuding from him, massi

Levi.He walked back to where he had left his queasy chauffer about fifteen minutes ago. He got inside the sleek black Mercedes and sighed in despair. He felt angrier than hurt. The moment he saw the man at her house he left immediately. His eyes turned red and his blood boiled. He still remembered her small breaths and her heartbeat fasten when he pulled her closer. At that time every single part of his body wanted to rip off those classless clothes of hers and devour her, both flesh and blood. He still felt that now. He wished he would've just kissed and bitten those full luscious lips."Drive faster. I need to feed."The chauffer's hands felt like jelly when Levi spoke. That was the power of a Vampire with noble blood, the inborn authority that could control and destroy anything, even other vampires. They also lived longer than others so they were considered immortal. This caused a lot of inner conflict in the fifteenth century leaving very few Nobles scattered around the world. It