The deadly assignment

Chapters 1-10

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Chapter 1

His cold stare seemed to invade my personal space like an x-ray, making me feel naked though unthreatened. It was as if he could see right through me down to my every last secret, need and desire. His deep green eyes, though icy and unblinking, had a depth and softness that tugged hypnotically on my soul. He was handsome and yet frightening, and his frail frame exuded strength and power like I had never seen. His face was as smooth as polished alabaster with a caramel mocha color, yet I sensed a ruggedness that mystified me and taunted my curious nature. I had never seen a more charming and compelling man, and his otherworldly mystique made me wonder if he might not be my guardian angel. It was like the heavens shone around him and the stars and planets obeyed his commands. Chills ran down my spine and goose bumps covered me. I felt completely titillated, and to be completely honest with myself, I loved it. A long moment passed as I waited for him to put on a sexy smile that would make my knees weak, and I wondered if my beauty and sexual allure might be arousing this enigma of a man right now. But it was lust of a different kind I sensed when he revealed a pair of sharp, threatening fangs with a sudden and horrifying hiss that could not have risen from humanity or nature. Just then felt a sense of carnal desire. It felt as if my body was employing the forces of darkness. It was as if I was one with him and I liked the feeling of moral freedom. I was held hostage by a dark feeling of lust and sexual immortality as if my being was beyond time. It was at that moment that I awoke quickly, my body sitting up on its own as if it were forced up by the intensity of my dream.

I realized that from this moment on I would never be the same. I was more determined than I had ever been in my entire life or was I just delusional? But one thing I knew for sure, my life wasn't a life anyone would wish for. I was forced to grow up in a dysfunctional family, a family with a mother who refused to see that her poor decisions affected me so negatively. I was as a bastard without a father because my mom never even knew who my father was. I had no options so my back was against the wall, forcing me to grow up far too quickly and deal with the reality of what my life had become. As years went by I found myself being so selfish, wanting to change people for my own intentions, my own happiness. I kept telling myself that if I could change the ones around me I could have the life I so desperately desired. Trying to be optimistic was always a challenge because I knew one day I would have to face the truth and encounter the fear of the unknown.

I began thinking that obviously I was hallucinating. I just needed something to eat, anything to get blood flowing to my brain. My belly was growling as I looked at my alarm clock and it was midnight so I decided it was time to get out of bed since I couldn't sleep hungry. When my feet touched the cold hardwood floor in my room I got an instant chill. I rushed down stairs with the thought of pancakes being great for breakfast at midnight. I always craved breakfast food in the middle of the night. My eyes roamed anxiously looking into the freezer to no avail. I then found some other breakfast food and struggled to reach for it at the very top of the back of the freezer. I cooked in the microwave. I could smell the breakfast sandwich cooking as the scent of sausage overwhelmed me.

I quickly turned my head to the sound of clashing jewelry which indicated that it was another one of my mom's nights out, the nights I dreaded, and this one seemed special. I could tell this by the smell of my mother's best perfume. I walked into the living room where I watched my mom gazing at herself in the mirror, applying makeup to a palette and onto her brush, slowly blending it together. I laughed at a joke my grandfather had shared with me. He always said that makeup was for people who are ugly and have no elegance or class, but makeup was an enhancer for my mother's beauty. I giggled. My mom turned around and I kept silent for that was my best option. She turned back around and continued applying makeup to her face. My eyes wondered over her soft, smooth, Carmel skin and slid across her dimpled cheeks. I admired her for her perfect shape and her supple legs that would make men drool. They would always compliment her for her tight curly hair that rested against her back just so. She never ceased to amaze me for she was the type of woman you only saw on picture perfect magazines. She was indeed an ultimate beauty. I had always wished that I looked more like my mother. My grandfather said I was just as pretty but without all the makeup. We do have similar skin tones, the same hazel eyes and curly hair but I never felt like I was beautiful. I always felt as if I looked plain or unattractive despite the complements I got.