When Potter meets Jeremiah

Death calls

Poor Adler knew he would be out of a job if he gave his two sense about the owners prized companion. He also had Opko made out to be a bad dog, which wasn't the case. Opko was one of the sweetest dogs I had met, dogs just didn't like Adler.

The desk was roughly three dangerous steps from me, which I made sure I took slowly. Each step brought me more joy than the last. Watching the color in Adler's face fade, as if he was being drained. The light grew brighter and allowed my features to be better seen.

A half eaten carton of Kung Pao chicken laid crooked on the stone desk top. Two light brown chopsticks stuck out of the still slightly steaming takeout order. The waxy white box was dirty around the edges. The spicy sauce from the chicken had dripped onto the small red pagoda.

I grabbed the box and pulled it to me. My fingers found the chopsticks in a comfortable position and I began filling my mouth. My red stain stamped the wood of the utensil.

"Potter... Rou-"

"It's Valeska now." I corrected him softly as I gently waved my left hand at him flashing my ring.

I slowly turned it to me slightly cleaning my front teeth with my tongue.

"Doesn't he have such good taste?" My words were barely above a whisper as I stood calm. I admired the dainty ring as I readjusted it so it was centered.

"What do you want Potter?" He bit at me. I couldn't help but chuckle at how brave he was being. I knew it was a front but I applauded him for the effort.

"Tell me Addy, did you learn that in the Boy Scouts?" He gave me a confused look as he obviously didn't know what I was talking about. I nodded my head in the direction of his Eagle Scout pin.

"Teach me what, Potter." The habitual use of my name gave his fear away. Something my father had taught my sister and I at a young age. Call your fears by name and they're not as powerful. That wasn't the case for this situation.

"Nothing Adler. Forget it... knot tying isn't gonna help you now."

"What do you mean help m-" his words froze as my long switch blade pressed against his stubbled cheek.

"Remember all the hell and terrible attitudes you gave me when I worked here?" I nearly purred in his ear, as I now stood with him behind the desk.

His hand shakily reached for the panic button.

"I wouldn't press that button, unless you want to lose that hand." He clenched his jaw at me as Glock snarled at the hand hovering over the panic button. All I had to do was utter the words he knew so well, and he would deliver the scissor bite he was dying to take out on Adler's body. 

"I don't need it anyways. I'd rather lose my hand and the police know you killed me, then die and you get away with it." He growled nearly making me topple over in a fit of laughter.

"Oh addy! You're truly hilarious..." I trailed off trying to catch my breath.

"They're gonna know I did it anyways. I always leave my mark. They know everything I do, I just never get caught." He quirked an eyebrow at me.

"You press that button I'll kill you and still get out of here before they get here."

"So you're a coward?" His words caused me to dig the first inch of my blade into his chest. I drug the blade from his upper peck to his belly button.

His scream was music to my ears.

"Shhhh Addy! Wouldn't want to wake the residents would we? Plus you should save your breath we're only getting started." I smiled widely at him.

Glock cocked his head at me I mumbled the faint words that made my stomach churn and it sent Glock into an attack of rage.
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Adler's dead body laid drenched in blood, Glock's teeth marks and my cut marks covered his body. A jagged PV oozed a deep red from his cheek.

I sat with my back against the desk, blood soaked my clothes from head to toe. I had stripped from my jacket halfway through.

Glock sat close to me with his muzzle coated in blood. We finished off the remaining of Adler's Chinese takeout.

I gave Glock the last bite after he had let out a whimper and gave me those big brown eyes.

"Alright you little beggar." I laughed dropping the sweet and sour chicken into his mouth then scratching behind his cropped ear.

"Let's go home and get cleaned up? Sound good?" I ask the large Pinscher. He answers with a wag of his docked tail.

Sorry it's been so long! I got in a relationship and I've been busy falling in love so forgive me:) sorry if this chappy is shitty I'm a little dusty. I want to apologize for the major reconstruction! I'm trying to get my shit together and my story aligned.

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