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His job was simple. Find her. Kill her. Come home.
You'd think this would be an easy task for Elijah fang, with being the cold heartless monster he was, but what happens when a beast falls in love? Will his evil intentions be put to rest once and for all, or will the desire to make everyone around him suffer ruin any chances he has for happiness?

I watched my target, sliding the tip of my knife up to her neck, watching a lovely shade of red liquid drip down from the cut. I could hear her pulse racing, pumping her blood through her body, the fast thudding of her heart calling out to me, reminding me my job wasn't done yet.
"P-Please let me go." The girl whimpered, tears now rolling down her chubby cheeks, and extreme fear coating her features.
I smirked at this, breathing in the smell of fear coming off her, and slid my finger up to her face, wiping her tears away.
"Now, now, no tears, you should be grateful I'm killing you, human life is so trivial." I said and ran my hand into her hair, grabbing a fist full of her light curly brown hair harshly.
She let out a scared cry of pain.
"Please, I have a family." She sobbed loudly.
I slowly laid the blade of my knife at her neck.
"Sorry this is my job, it's nothing personal, just business." I said with an evil snicker, and applied pressure quickly to the knife, cutting deeply into her skin.
I watched as blood squirted out from her neck, and smirked as she choked on the blood that filled in her mouth as she tried to scream.
With my hand clenched in her hair I snapped her neck, shivering at the sound of her bones breaking. I let her body fall to the ground, chuckling at the puddle of blood she now was laying in.
Now my job was finished.
I bent down for a second looking at the girl, and with my knife I sliced the word Fang into her stomach before closing the girls eyes.
I stood now, admiring my work for a second before quickly walking out of the forest I had easily lured her into.
Humans really were saps for a pretty face, and a bit of charm. It didn't take to long to talk this young woman into following me to the woods. Surely her common sense should have alerted her of the danger I presented, but after years of killing I have learned most humans are quite weak minded and naive when it comes to attraction. So with my looks I was able to work this to my advantage, and if I tried really hard I could almost seem to harmless, and soft.
As I entered town I made sure my blood stained knife was well hidden from sight, ignoring the ogling stares at the people around me. All I wanted at the moment was to get back home, and not the crap run-down apartment I have been forced to live in, and call home. Unfortunately I was trapped in this tiny, low class town until I have completed all of my jobs.
I glanced up at my apartment building with a groan of reluctance, and disgust as I stopped in front of it. The faded red bricks of the building was covered with cracks, most of the windows were either broken or so filthy you couldn't see through it, and the constant yelling, and little kid screaming had me swallowing back irrational thoughts.
If only I had my gun.
I walked my way into the building, ducking my head so the front desk lady wouldn't notice me, and sighed in relief as I made it safely to the stairs without being caught.
Debbie is a old, large woman, who has been through five marriages, and loves to spend all her time flirting with me, instead of doing her duty. It was always rather annoying, and not to mention disgusting.
My feet seemed to sink into the red carpeted stairs more and more with each step, and a foul smell seemed to taint the air as I reached my room. The only good thing about this place was the fact that almost know one was on my floor, most of the other residents are on the floors below me, so I was rarely bothered.
I quickly unlocked my door, and slammed it back shut behind me, attempting to keep the fresh air in my room from escaping.
I smirked to myself as I walked into my kitchen, placing the bloody knife into the sink to clean later, and sliding my blood spotted shirt off, throwing it behind my shoulder.
I whistled as I walked to my bedroom, and opened up my closet door, watching the tied up girl that was slumped over on her side quickly look up and whimper.
"Oh excuse me, I was just grabbing a shirt." I said rolling my eyes and tossing the blood stained shirt to the ground in front if her, and snickering.
She seemed to get pale as she saw the shirt and began sobbing loudly.
I ripped my hand into her hair and pulled her face up so she was looking me in the eyes. Her heart had to be beating to hard it hurt, I could feel the fast thuds vibrating inside her and I felt my smile widen.
"Are you going to shut up now or am I going to have to get the tape again?" I asked making sure my tone stayed sickly sweet as I spoke.
She bit her lip in pain, her whole body seeming to shake in obvious horror, doing the right thing by staying quiet.
"Good girl," I said and let her go with a shove back, making her fall back over on her side. Her silent cries filled me with a sense of fulfilment. There truly was no better feeling in the world then feeling the fear and pain coming from my victims.
I stepped over the girl looking through my clothes humming to myself, pulled out two shirts turning back to the girl.
"which shirt do you think I should wear for my first day of school tomorrow?" I asked with a snarky look at her.
She just stared at me, tears staining her face, and her hands twitching from behind her back.
"Please let me go, I promise I won't say a word to anyone." She pleaded quietly her voice sounding rough from her crying.
I looked back to my shirts.
"Your right, this White shirt appears to show innocence, perfect choice." I said with a smirk, and turned walking out with the shirt and closing he door.
I paused for a second listening to her rapid breathing, and low squeaks of fear and chuckled walking to my bed and flopping down. Ive had that girl locked away in that closet for around two weeks, I just didn't feel like killing her, it was actually not a pain keeping her around. She did as I said, I feed her at least three times a day, plus let her take bathroom breaks. It was similar to having a pet, the only difference was sadly if I tied her up to a tree somewhere I'd have some explaining to do.
i slowly rested my head back on my pillow, and closed my eyes contently.
I was so close.
Only a few more kills and I'll be in my own bed, surrounded in paradise, and luxury, along with the cold, negative friends of my childhood, who has long stayed by my side until just recently.
It was here I was exiled to stay until I have killed all my targets, then I could go back home.
I turned my gaze to my window, taking in my dark, almost black eyes staring back at me. My eyes were blue, but strangely in the darkness they turn into an onyx black color. On rare occasions my eyes would darken when I have my dark thoughts towards my targets.
My appearance often fools the humans into believing I wasn't a threat, but just a normal teenage boy. Although their instincts tell them of the danger I pose, my otter looks is enough to make others think I appear perfectly innocent.
I closed my eyes after a second, letting my mind clear of all thoughts, and willed myself to relax. I wasn't that tired, I usually never sleep often, I was always out on the prowl for my next victims.
Tonight really was no different then any other, yet I had this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something big might be happening; Something that is good, but not good for me. The feeling was something you couldn't just describe in words.
Regardless I turned on my side, and breathed slowly, listening to the faint cries from the closet; letting it soothe me into sleep.
****
The next morning I was up early, taking extra time to work on my appearance. was it possible to seem dangerous, charming, and deadly, yet normal? Oh well I'm sure the humans will figure it out eventually.
I took a swig of my coffee, letting it burn hot inside my mouth, as I walked out of the kitchen. As much as I truly hated school, I still never really seen the point in it, after doing it over and over again.
I slowly walked outside my room, locking the door before jogging down the stairs.
The sky seemed to be a perfect cloudless blue today, which hinted to me that this was going to be one long day. I could be out prowling the streets for my next victim, but I had to be trapped in a building full of brainless humans for eight hours straight.
I casually walked to my pearl white car sliding in, and sighing.
Well at least I would be experiencing some form of torture.
As soon as the purr of the motor began I stomped my foot down fast on the gas, causing the car to leap forward, running quickly down the traffic filled streets.
It wasn't to hard to find the school, I never really took the time to look for it really on the map, but like I said it's a small city.

*time skip*

I walked down the hall with a sour glare, fighting with all my might to not get the small knife it my back pocket and stab every staring human that walked past me in the eye.
I hadn't been paying that much attention to anything but my back pocket, so when I felt something soft hit into me I held back a growl watching the human fall to the ground, her papers going every were.
"Watch were your going." I snapped at her, but froze as her big icy blue eyes gazed up at me with irrigation. Something clenched in the pit of my stomach at her look, but I kept my hostile expression on her.
"You watch were your going, you're the one who walked into me." She rattled back, shifting to gather up her papers.
Without even thinking my body was forcibly bent down by some kind of invisible force; helping her pick up the papers. I mentally hissed at myself in disgust. Why was I reacting in this way, it wasn't like me.
Our hands both went out to the last paper brushing our fingers against each other. My grip on the paper tightened as I felt a strange buzz of energy pass between the contact. I quickly let go of the paper ripping my hand away, not at all liking the feeling. She seemed to prop herself up on her knees now, staring up at me, her hand clenched on the paper.
Had she felt that to?
I shoved the papers I had picked up to her, before standing up.
"Next time watch were you walk." I sneered, and turned walking down the hallway.
I could still feel the girls eyes burning into my back as I walked, until finally I was in the safety of my next class room. That's when I noticed I had been holding my breath, I exhaled with irrigation.