Another update because it's a new page. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brandon's POV Rose was acting different that night. She never drank, did not try to seduce Michael, and now at that very moment, she wasn't saying the code. She hadn't killed him. Not yet. But she should have by then. I booked another room a few rooms down from her's, waiting. I waited all night, didn't hear a thing except moaning from a room a few rooms down. I knew exactly what that couple was doing. They were making love, and that pissed me off even more. That was why I couldn't hear Rose's call. I wanted to pound on their door, telling them to shut up. But that would be rude. It would be like me not agreeing that Rose was stunning. Rose was the most beautiful and deadly woman I knew. I knew she only used her skills on victims, but her beauty could pull in anyone. And that was including me. Rosetta's POV I woke, my head pounding. It was morning. What did I do? I held my head as I sat up, the covers falling off to reveal my naked body. I yelped, causing something to stir. I turned to see a man with blonde hair who was also naked. Or at least from the waist up. Then it all came flooding back to me. I was in bed with a man who was supposed to be dead! "Oh, hell no!" I whispered, standing to run to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror as the memories flooded back. The kissing, the drinking, the meeting, the sex. Oh, god, the sex! I couldn't believe it! I slept with Michael when he was supposed to be dead! My boss was going to be so pissed when he found out. I sighed as I heard Michael groan as he woke up. I knew he would remember perfectly. After all, he didn't drink a sip of liquor. I decided to take a shower, letting the warm water making me wake up a bit more, adding some unwanted memories. I turned off the water, standing there, letting the water drip off of my body. I got out to find Michael at the door way, naked, and smiling at me. "Hello, gorgeous," he said, pulling my wet body towards him. Our bodies touched as he kissed me passionately. I didn't react. I just let him kiss me, not at all showing any emotion. After all, I wasn't supposed to get involved with my victims, since it could lead to what had just happened. He pulled back, our bodies still pressed together. "Ready for round two, Rosetta?" he asked, his eyes showing love. Great, I gave him the wrong idea. I shrugged, breaking eye contact. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked. "Not felling good?" What did he call me? Baby? Did he think we were together? Like in a relationship? Oh, hell no. "You could say that," I said, slipping from his grip, walking to grab my clothes. He grabbed me from behind and laid me on the bed, kissing me. "You will," he smiled, kissing me again. This time I kissed back, feeling the passion in his kisses that I had to kiss back. He was seducing me, like he was last night. And I think I was actually liking the kissing. I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed. It felt so right but so wrong. I knew it was wrong, but he made it seem so right. Soon he pulled my arms out from around his neck, placing them behind me. He started moving down my body, like he did the night before. I moaned lightly, letting him get lower and lower, not caring what would happen. And I knew we were lusting for each other. And the weirdest part was... I think I was falling in love with the guy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I have such an imagination. So who should she be with? Brandon? Or Michael?
I see what you did there so I will update. And just so you know, for the next couple updates, it doesn't really go anywhere. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brandon's POV I woke to a sharp knocking at my door. I yawned, knowing it was afternoon by the light shining through my window. I stood, grabbing a robe to cover my boxers. I put it on and walked to the door, seeing Rose in a robe as well. "Did you do it? I couldn't hear your call since a couple were making love a few rooms down," I said. "No exactly..." she said, hesitating. "Great- Wait, what?" I asked, pulling her into my room. "Well, you know I drank last night. And well, I wasn't the same. He kissed me and I kissed back, starting something I couldn't finish..." she said slowly as she sat on the bed, ashamed of herself. "Really?" I asked, not showing any emotion. "And then there was round two this morning," she said, putting her head in her hands. I sat next to her putting an arm around her for comfort. She leaned into me, pushing her head into my chest. "It will be alright... You couldn't help it," I said, trying to make her feel the tiniest bit better. "Brandon, you don't understand," she said, looking ton my eyes with her black ones. The moment was perfect. I could have leaned in for a kiss. But I knew it would have been too unbearable for her to have two men forced upon her in less than twenty-four hours. "Then explain it to me," I said, looking into her eyes. "I-I can't. I just can't." She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me, needing comfort. I put my arms around her, smiling to myself, hugging her back. She rested her head on my shoulder, not moving. We sat like that for a long time in silence. It was perfect. At least, for me. Rosetta's POV I was freaking out. I slept with Michael, twice. And that isn't the worst of it. The worst is that...I think that I liked it. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with my victims. I was supposed to kill them. And that gave me all the pleasure I needed. Now I was filled with a need. A huge need for love. Thanks to the gorgeous man who I met the night before. It was not good. The only need I was supposed to have was the need to kill. And that need was still around, only smaller. Like I wasn't supposed to kill. But I had killed for as long as I could remember. Flashback: Rosetta Age 7~ I sat in a chair, staring up at the men who were asking me questions. They were speaking a foreign language. At least, it was for me. I am part Irish and Russian. An odd combo, but that was how I became me. I lived in Ireland for my childhood until I was seven, when the U.S. government raided our home. They spoke to me again, and I still didn't understand. I only spoke Irish. "Cad é atá tú ag iarraidh mé? Ní thuigim," I said in my native tongue. What I meant was "What are you asking me? I do not understand." Now it was their turn to look confused. They had no idea what I was taking about. And that was when my training began. End of flashback I was trained in secret, all alone, by myself. I learned how to shoot a gun, a sniper rifle, a bow, and how to throw a knife and dagger successfully. I learned all the basics of being an assassin. And that is what I became. While I trained, I was taught American and had school work. It took months at a time just to get down simple phrases. But I finally got to finish with my tutors. Then the sent me to do their work. I started killing who they told me to, mostly outlaws who were known to suddenly disappear. That was me. I killed them and I had fun killing. Fun isn't the same when I wasn't killing. That was the only thing I called fun. But that was before I was fighting against them. I quit after I killed a naval officer, knowing it was going too far. Soon after I quit, I got the strangest call. Flashback: Rosetta Age 23~ "You are Rosetta, right?" I heard. "Who is this?" I asked, ready to hang up. "I am a CIA agent, and I was asked by my boss to ask you to meet us at the abandoned soap warehouse in Bakersfield," the voice said, hanging up. I got in my car and drove to the location, gun in hand. "Hello?" I asked. "You actually came," a man said, coming out of the shadows. His hair was a brown color with the slightest hint of red, letting me know he had Irish blood coursing through his veins. "Why am I here?" I asked, lowering the gun slowly. "We want you to help us," I heard an electronically programmed voice said. "Help you what?" I asked. "Get back at the CIA. I know you want to stop them as much as we do," the brown haired man said. "They trained you into becoming an assassin. A poor, frail, seven year old Irish girl was turned into a cold blooded killer." "How do you know?" I growled. "I was your age, forced to watch by my father, wanting me to become him, just younger," he explained, flashing me a white smile as his blue eyes flashed with remembrance. "What's in it for me?" I asked. "Every kill you make, you get five thousand dollars," the electronic voice said, not at all coming out from behind the shadows. "And if I don't kill one you tell me to?" I asked. "Brandon kills them," the voice said, obviously talking about the man in front of me. "If I refuse?" I asked. The man named Brandon pulled out a gun, pointing it at me, ready to pull the trigger. "I like you," I smiled at Brandon. "I'll join. But my prints and files must be taken care of. I can't let them know I'm working for someone else." "Done," Brandon said, putting his gun away. "Then it looks like we are partners, da?" I asked, still smiling. Brandon nodded, also smiling. End of flashback~ That meeting was only five years earlier. And I bet that something bad was going to happen. "Rose, you okay?" I heard Brandon ask, pulling me out of the memory train. "Yeah, but I just remembered something," I sighed. "What?" he asked. "You are supposed to kill who I don't kill," I said, looking into his blue eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Plus, you never know what I am going to plan.
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I made him cry! Then I shall update! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brandon's POV I pulled back to look into her eyes. Was she serious? That must have been a dream...right? "You are kidding, right?" I asked. "No. I remember that our boss said if I didn't kill who I was supposed to, you would have to kill them!" she squeaked. "Well, if I have to..." I started. "No!" she squeaked out. "Don't kill him!" "Why not?" I asked. "I..." she started to suddenly stop herself, biting her bottom lip. "Rose. Tell me," I pleaded quietly. "I...I think I am falling in love," she whispered frantically. "With him?" I asked. "Yes," she squeaked, hiding behind her hands. "Oh, god," I whispered, pulling her into another hug. I felt so sorry for her. I only wished that it could have been me she fell in love with. Rosetta's POV I paced around the room, thinking about what to do. "I can't believe it," Brandon said. "I can't either. And it is me falling in love with him." I exclaimed. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door and I yelped, already paranoid out of my mind. "Come in," Brandon said, not bothering to see who it was. Michael pushed through the door and I turned towards the bathroom. Brandon grabbed me and turned me towards Michael again, lightly setting me onto the bed. "Everything will be fine," Brandon said. "What are you talking about?" Michael asked. "Nothing," I squeaked, hiding behind my hands. "She's just paranoid," Brandon said. "Very very paranoid. Poor girl." I heard Brandon sigh, as if he pitied me. "Why?" Michael asked. "And before you say anything else, there is some news for you." "What?" I asked through my hands, not bothering to look at Michael. I didn't was to see his beautiful blonde hair or his sparkling green eyes or that dazzling smile. It was enough to get me killed since I was in love with his features. And like I have said many times before, that wasn't supposed to happen. "Ignore her," I heard Brandon say. Then I realized I was whispering what I was thinking. "So, you think I have beautiful hair and gorgeous eyes and a dazzling smile? You are in love with my features?" Michael asked, his dazzling smile back into place. "Maybe, but that could get me killed," I murmured. "I know it could. That's why I was coming to tell you news. I know your secret, Miss Assassin," Michael said. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now she should kill him, right?