Fervent Passion

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{Chapter One: Home}

The bloodied man lands on a heap at the foot of a tree. He scrambles back up and upon seeing me his eyes widen. He lifts his blood stained hands to cover his face, trying to block himself from me.

"Pl-please! You don't have to do this!" He cries, cowarding in fear against the tree. I frown, hating having to see the fear in his face illuminated by the moonlight.

I stop in my step and shake my head. I don't want to kill him, I drop my arm that holds the gun and my frown deepens. I thought this was what I wanted: to be an SSS agent. But... I can't find it in myself to kill this man. It's the mission. I need to kill him.

He has murdered 7 human women and 3 witches. This vampire doesn't deserve to live, he's caused so much chaos already and the SSS seeks to keep the existence of our kind a secret. If the man before me does not die, he will reveal our secret. And we can't have that.

Come on, Catherine. Kill him, I tell myself. But one last look into his terrified stance tells me I can't do as the mission orders.

"Why are you hesitating, Catherine?!" Lieutenant Joseph growls, stepping from behind a tree and glaring at me.

"I-I," I stumble with my words before licking my lips and responding, "I can't kill him."

Lieutenant Joseph's gaze hardens and he takes a step towards me, "What did you say?!"

"I can't kill him, sir," I mumble, fearing what is to come.

"And why the hell not?!"

"I'm no one to take lives away-" I begin but my eyes widen when he lifts his gun towards me.

"Kill him," he orders, his gun not wavering, "Kill him."

"Dad?" I ask, scared. He won't really shoot me, will he?

"It's Lieutenant Joseph!" He corrects me, "It's either you shoot him, or I shoot you. Your choice, Catherine."

I look back at the man on the floor and he shakes his head at me, "Please-please don't do this!"

I lift my gun in his direction and my hand begins to shake.

I've never killed anyone before. I can't do this!

I look back to the face of my father and I'm met with the hard cold gaze of the silver gun in his hand.

He will shoot, my conscious tells me.

I look back down at the man and shut my eyes closed. I pull the trigger.

My heels tapped against the white tiled floor, my pace urgent, altered. The sound of tapping heels echoed throughout the vast empty hallway. My long black skirt was flowing behind me due to the speed of my pace, the slit on my right leg exposing some of my white flesh. My red long sleeved top exposed little cleavage, and my corset black abdomen vest emphasized my thin waist. I sighed.

A part of me still held the adrenaline coursing through my veins, the rush, while the other part savored in one small factor: I was finally home. After months of working, I had finally found time to come back to the place that started it all. It felt good to be home. Home...

The word felt so bitter in my mouth.

The hallway walls were a red burgundy color, and the sensory lights turned on as I passed by them.

I eventually made a right sharp turn and continued speed walking for a few more yards until I reached a room. A room I had not stepped foot in in 8 months. A room I barely spent time in but it was what I could consider home. My bedroom. I enter my bedroom and shut the door behind me, the electrifying energy pumping through every nerve and muscle in my body, an energy so strong that it heightened not only my vision, but senses by 50%. I could hear everything.