Private Investigative Study (2)

(Sivan's Point of view)

On the couch of the living room in some man's house lay her unknowing victim, seriously no one can blame him. How was he to know that death would visit him in the image of a goddess? And me? Please save me the speech! Not everyone is as nice... Why risk my life for a suicide mission? Furthermore, my clan was always on the sidelines observing and recording the lines of history. We are forbidden to intervene. Yah, I know. I am simply making excuses for myself to feel better. That still does not change anything. If one were to break the rules to commit a taboo, they should at least be sure of what they are doing. Let's look at this logically... I budge into this posh looking room to save a sleaze bag who only has his good looks for show, as a result, fight that so called goddess who is nothing but death wearing a make over. No. I don't think so. I would rather do my job quietly. Obviously excluding the recording part. It's such a chore.

Back in the room, she moved gracefully to her victim. Damn, those slender legs really seduce you without the owner trying. Resting her knee on the couch close to his thigh, she gently pushed him to fully lay down on the couch, no longer assuming his sitting position. She slid over him. Now on all fours directly above him, she looked at him seductively. She tempted his self control. As her delicate looking hands caressed his chin. He finally lost it. Succumbing to his lust he slid his hand to her back, caressing it softly. It was no surprise, that the hand continued flowing down to her bum. As though on cue she leaned in, she pressed her lips against his and gave him a kiss of a lifetime...they completely looked like lovers but if only he knew... Pitiful man...As the hormones in the air took their hike I turned to the darkness. I couldn't risk exposing myself.

This would make the 1112th victim this year and it's only early spring! What is the council doing?! The victims might all be human but still more...

***

"Maaannnn! If only I had skills like yours, I would've put them to good use " Baryte complained to me "like seriously! Why can't you even do your job like a normal guy?" as though realizing something he pointed at me. "yah! Do you perhaps like her?" he fixed his gaze upon me as though in deep thought. He left me flustered. Wait why was I flustered... The way he says yah instead of you maybe... "no way bro, she is just interesting is all" I shrugged him off as I brushed his finger down. He looked at me like he wasn't buying it. "so dare to explain why you never took any of your jobs?" he intimidated me "Heck! I would be surprised if you can even record a damn event!" this guy...he almost spat in my face! "Am serious! I don't like her... she is just interesting really " I shrugged as I tried to make my story believable. He held his chin for a little while and just when I thought he had bought my story, he burst out laughing and then said while rolling his eyeballs, "Yeah right...I bet you are the only one who thinks of her that way"

"Just drop it " I brushed him off as I walked away. I seriously need to find a new Best friend. Don't ask me why, because I have a million reasons which you would never care to read.

***

Whistling to my self I reached the doorstep. I was jovial despite my argument with baryte. I was about to reach for the door knob when my mother beat me to it. She shoved a picture in my face while giving me a stern look. And then she went quite. Being a trouble maker, my mum is usually nagging at me or shouting. So if I did something she does not like and she then acts all calm and quite...yeah. That's when things begin to feel real creepy.

'Who is she?' My mum interrogated me. I was on the verge of rolling my eyes. One look from her changed my mind. And all I could do, was think of all sorts of pranks to pull on Baryte. What sort of a best friend sells me out like this.

'Is she the reason you don't take the clan's job?' She asks me so seriously that it took me off guard. She is always stern with me but today there was a whole level to it. They never lie when they say the silent treatment can be quite deafening, even more than the shouting. I could feel my pores sweating and my temperature decreasing. I bet she knows her and how bad her reputation is. After all her wanted posters are everywhere in the streets. Who wouldn't know the most wanted A-list criminal. This time I am definitely in deep shit. And Damn! My best friend dug this shit hole...he needs a mouth zipper. The silence was making my head roll in circles of thoughts. How do I explain to her without her misunderstanding? I was following her because she is interesting and thus a good way to kill time? She will totally misunderstand. I was starting to panic...so I did what I know best, when faced with a formidable opponent. I fled.

(Her point of view)

Today I killed someone again. This makes it the 1112th person to die by hands. Why? I just wanted to feel their touch. I just wanted someone to comfort me. Why did they have to die. My body really is cursed after all. My promised one. When will you appear? I fear it will be too late. Slowly, my once kind self is dying. Before my darkness envelopes my light...come take away my pain...