Separate Worlds (Creepypasta Romance)

Joined

Mae

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I lazily grabbed it, my body slumping in protest. I answered it, bringing it to my ear.
"Mae." I sighed, studying my blue nails.
"Oi, Mae, I got you another mark." A rough, masculine voice spoke on the other end. I immediately got more interested, sitting up slightly.
"Ah, Jax, haven't heard from you since last week's hunt." I laughed, tucking a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear.
"So?" I could practically hear his eyes rolling.
"Sooo.. what's up?" I laughed lightly, opening my notebook for information.
"A man named Jan Huss," He informed, "brown hair, brown eyes, 6'1, and almost always wearing a suit."
"Mkay," I nodded, jotting down notes, "address? Work? Family?"
"He works at a office is Gorham. Don't know the specific name.. but his address is 299 Hazel Street." Jax sighed on the other end.
"That all?" I finished my notes.
"He has a girlfriend, Rachael Jacks." He started again.
"Martha? Typical white bitch name." I huffed in amusement.
"Yeah, yeah, anyways, he always takes the North Bus at 8:30 am," He chuckled, "you can track him from there."
"North Bus, all the way over there?" My eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Guess he's an odd man." Jax replied steadily.
"How much?" I tore the page out of my notebook.
"2 grand." I set the phone down, putting it on speaker.
"Holy shit, very wanted, huh?" I laughed, excitement overwhelming me.
"I guess, or the clients are going overboard because they've never hired a hitman before." Came a hearty chuckle.
"Hitwoman, Jax, hitwoman." I snickered in amusement.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get it done in two days. Call me when the job is done." And the phone went dead. I huffed getting out of my messy sheets. I studied my notebook page, loading the pistol near my bed.
"Hum.. Jan Huss.. I'm coming for you." I smirked, bringing the pistol to my lips. I licked up the side if it, cockiness spreading through my body.

Rachael

"Jan, Honey, where's the bread?" I hummed, leaning on my right foot.
"Top shelf on the right," He answered smoothly, pulling at my hips.
"Ah, I'm afraid I'm too short," I bit my lip slyly, "lift me up?"
"Always, Baby," He gripped my waist, lifting me up into the air. I grabbed a loaf of bread, bringing it down with me. I guess I made the right decision going with the bartender, his brother is a great plaything. I sat down on his lap, amusement playing at my features. Sadly, I knew he fucked a woman last night. Someone who wasn't me. I saw her bra and panties laying on the floor when I got home. I saw him fucking her and then her sneaking out. He's gonna die tonight. A slow, painful death. I smiled softly, pecking his lips and grinding on him a little.
"I love you, Baby," I licked his lips. I lied, of course.
"I love you too," he smirked, kissing me back. And, he was lying too.

Mae

I sipped my wine, heading to my mark's house. I sang along to "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by you-know-who. I tore my eyes from the road, eyeing his house.
"Gotcha, ya lucky bastard." I snickered, pulling into his driveway. I got out of my black pickup truck, slamming the door. I walked to the front door and shot the handle, kicking the door in.
"Oi, Mr. Huss!" I hollered, holding my pistol pointed towards the ceiling. I heard a thud from upstairs, immediately making me cock my gun.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie, are you looking for Jan?" I whirled around. My nose touched that of another woman, her piercing blue eyes staring into my green ones.
"Tch!" I brought my pistol into her head making her stumble a few steps back.
"Are you the slut that's been banging my man?" Her gaze became cold.
"I'm afraid there's been some kind of a mistake, Bitch, I wouldn't touch my marks." I growled, pointing my gun at her. She cocked her head to the side. That's when I noticed it. Her blood stained hand clutched to a jagged dagger, red drops dripping from it in a heavy manner. "Jesus fucking Christ." I gasped.

Rachael

I studied her, my head tilted. She was definitely skilled. And she mentioned a mark.. like a hitman mark?
"Were you here to kill Jan?" I whispered.
"Yeah, but I'm assuming you did that for me.." She lowered her gun slightly.
"Wait," I gasped, "I recognise you!"
"What?" She blinked, pointing to herself, "me?"
"You're on the news! You're the famous hitman! Mae! Your name is Mae!" I squealed, going to hug her. I stopped myself as she drew the pistol back up to my chest.
"Seems as if you do know me," She squinted slightly at me, "but I don't know you."
"Me? I'm Rachael, Rachael Jacks. But I'm known as The Vixen to some people." I grinned proudly at the name I gained from the press.
"The Siren? One of the most notorious killers in Maine? Holy shit..!" She instantly cocks her body defensively.
"No, no! Don't be afraid! I wanna join you, not hurt you!" I grinned. I couldn't believe this was actually happening!
"Join me? What the fuck are you rambling about?" She scowled.
"Think of it! The two most notorious killers clash together in the means of partnership! We would be unstoppable!" I clasped my hands together. She furrowed her eyebrows, as if she was deciding it.
"You have to prove yourself," she glared slightly, "prove you won't just try to kill me."
"I only kill boys, Silly! And how must I prove it?" I cocked my head.
".. I don't know yet." She fell silent, a blush washing over her.
"I know a wa-.." Police sirens interrupted me. I looked behind me at the door, flashing lights bouncing off my features. I turned back only to find she was gone. As if she was never there. "Mae.." I smirked. "I'm not gonna give you up that easily."