Wine and Pizza

The drive back to his condo was long and boring. Every tree that passed blurred, lulling me into a calmed state. But my thoughts still swarmed my head. How was I gonna kill him? I had already made the mistake of getting close with him. I know he can take care of the agency on his own, I saw how powerful he was. What if I didn't kill him? Instead just ran, started a new life. I could fend for myself, for sakes I'm a trained assassin. I never liked working for the Agency they were a bunch of spineless wackos.

I sighed closing my eyes, tired of thinking. Eventually I fell asleep to the sound of the engine. Only to be woken by someone rudely shaking me. Not just someone, but the Dark Lord himself.

"Wake up already!" He growled

I opened my eyes and glared at him, "I'm up, relax". I undid my seatbelt and followed him into the lobby of the hotel.

"Why can't you just poof us there?" I asked tired.

We entered the elevators when he replied, "Poofing everywhere is boring. Plus walking is more exercise."

"And you are so out of shape and need exercising." I mumbled sarcastically under my breath.

"I believe you just complimented me" he said with an evil grin.

"Oh, get over yourself." I looked at him examining, then teased, "Now that I look more closely you are a little chubby in the tum tum area." I said whiling returning his grin.

He pulled up his shirt and looked down, then looked back at me. "I don't see it." He said.

And man was he right, he had to be pure muscle. And damn those abs tho. I could feel my face turning red. No, no no no, this can not happen. He began to smilie taking a step towards me. Shit, someone save me I internally scream! Someone must of heard me because the elevator doors opened. A wide eyed maid stared from the open elevator doors. Her face turned tomato red. Ok good I wasn't the only one who was affected by his abs.

The maid's mouth opened and closed before she could finally squeak out a few words. "M-m-my Lord," she bowed.

The elevator doors began to close, before I shot my hand out saving me from going back to the previous conversation. I stepped out of the elevator soon followed by Remus, who had dropped his shirt back down. He then turned to the maid, "Nelly, can you please fetch the bags from my car and deliver them to my room." He asked with a sweet smile. She blushed more red before bowing again and scurrying off.

I rolled my eyes, which he caught. He grinned at me and opened the door to his condo.

It was getting late, only a few of hours until midnight, but it felt like the seconds were slipping through my fingers. We ordered some pizzas, which came minutes later.

While stuffing pizza in my mouth I began to search his cabinets.

"The pizza is over here, what are you looking for?" He asked.

"Wine" I said with a full mouth.

"Are you even old enough to drink?" He replied while turning on the flat screen TV.

No, I was not, but I wasn't about to tell him that. Plus I was only one year away from twenty one. And this sure of hell was not my first drink.

"Yes" I lied.

I opened another cabinet and found a bottle of red wine. Perfect. I brought the bottle over to the couch, with one empty glass.

"Only one wine glass? I didn't know you wanted to share." He said while opening the wine bottle.

I rolled my eyes and replied "No, this is my wine glass, go get your own."

He waved his hand and a new glass appeared filled with an blood orange color.

"What is that?" I asked

He poured the bottled red wine into my still empty cup. "I am a very powerful being, normal wine won't have an affect on me. That is just a little something extra." He handed me my now full glass and picked up his blood orange drink.

"Cheers" he said and we clinked our glasses together.

——————Hours Later——————

My laugh filled the room as the Dark Lord failed again to bounce the coin into the cup.

"It's not that hard watch" I said, I picked up a coin and tried to bounce it into the cup, failing miserably.

A drunken laugh escaped the Dark Lord's mouth. "It's no that hard, watch!" He mocked.

"Oh shut up!" I said throwing a coin at him. He let it bounce off him harmlessly.

"How dare you throw a coin at me!" He slurred teasingly.

I had gotten the Dark Lord drunk.

I too was drunk, but not as much as he was. The orange blood wine must've been very powerful.

It was almost twelve, and I headed to the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. I opened up the wine cabinet when I noticed a cutting knife on the counter. I froze. This could be an opportunity. But why did I feel so against it. Ughh I'm too drunk to think. I pulled out a bottle of wine and slowly picked up the knife and tucked it in my back pocket. It was a medium knife so only a little bit of the handle stuck out. I'd have to be careful while sitting down.

"Yesss! I did it!" Remus drunkly yelled from the other room. I headed back to the couch stumbling a little bit.

"Oh really?" I challenged while sitting very slowly avoiding poking myself with the knife in my back pocket.

He picked up the glass and pointed to the coin that now rests at the bottom. "Seeeeee" he said childishly.

I squinted my eyes, " you cheated didn't you." I accused

"Nooooo" he said which was very disbelieving.

Then my phone binged, as I got a text.

His eyes narrowed at my phone, " who is texting you this late?"

I flipped my phone over to see an unknown number sent me a message.

The message was a command. "Bring the target's remains to headquarters by 6 am"

It was then that I knew what to do. I placed my phone down on the table, took another large sip of wine and pulled out my knife. The Dark Lord was preoccupied with trying to bounce the coin in the cup so he didn't notice. I twirled the knife back to hide it down my sleeve.

"Are you alright you look pale?" Remus said as he glanced at me.

I leaned in a bit, which caught his attention. He turned to face me on the couch. I slowly moved into his lap keeping eye contact the whole time. I now straddle him, while his hands laid on my hip. I sat up on my knees so I was level with him. Everything seem to happen so slow. Our faces inches together as I brought my hands up to his face. With one still tucked with the the knife down my sleeve. I slid the knife into my hand and pressed it to his neck. The Dark Lord stilled, as hatred and fury filled his eyes. His hands tighten around my hips. He still seemed to not be able to think straight to to his drunken state, but he was so pissed.