4

MANYON CITY....

KHAN.

“You should visit your mom now that you are in the city,” Scott uttered while I placed my gun on the window for the execution of my targets. Anytime soon, my target should be walking along with her kid. I usually used guns against my target, I did not like the blood of victims. Their taste would linger on my tongue giving me some memories of them. In the same way, I did not like to research my target, Scott did them and I killed them.

I paused and then looked at Scott.

“If you fucking make me miss my target, I would present your rotten and shitty dead body to the agency instead. Those motherfucker wanted you dead anyway.” I smirked and he surrendered, raising his hand in the air and looking away.

Bianca, a twenty-five-year-old nurse. I wondered what she did to the agency that made them want her dead. Not kidnapped or drugged or swindled or framed but fucking dead with her daughter. I poured a ton of dark gum into my mouth before tossing the empty packet out the window. I reset my muscles preparing them for another successful job.

I looked in the sniper scope of my rifle to view my target. My target had red hair and she was holding two children, but it wasn't hard to know who her daughter was. One of them had dark hair, too dark I wondered if she dyed it. Her child, Kate had red hair just like herself.

Preparing to shoot, I speculated that it was better to shoot the child first. Target secured. Aim and shoo...

“Aunt, don’t tell Mommy what happened today, please.” The little girl with dark hair stopped and turned to Bianca. I could only see her side view but it got my freaking attention. Her soft voice did it first.

I had super hearing, I could hear her even from here.

For the first time, I took my eyes off my target because of her voice. Why did she sound familiar? Who was she? Why did her voice make me stop? I paused for several minutes. It had never happened to me. I have never lost sight of my target. Once the red mark touched my target, they were dead meat until now.

“What happened?” Scott stopped behind me, he watched Bianca and the kids leave - his eyes widening at the scene.

“What happened?” He placed one hand on my shoulder, worry crossing his tone.

“Take your hands off me,” I growled. As usual, the bastard didn't listen, he came in front of me and then touched my forehead.

“Vampires don't get sick but are you okay? You let a target go. Are your hands shaking? Are you aging?” He looked serious right now in front of me. His voice was shaking with worry. Bastard.

“The urge to kill faded,” I said, standing and throwing one hand in my leather jacket.

“No, I saw you, you looked at the other little girl. You have never taken your eyes off a target, what happened?” He asked, his blue eyes glinting with concern.

“Nothing but there was something weird about her.” I paused and recollected her voice once again. There was something familiar about it. I could almost grasp it but it seemed to be slipping off each time.

“Find everything about that little girl. As for Bianca and her daughter, monitor them, I will finish them up later.” With this, I jumped down the building.

I tossed my gun in the thick bush and walked down the street of Mayon City. It hadn't changed much, the government was not doing much as expected. I placed one dark cigarette in my mouth, smoking because Scott wouldn't let me do this in front of him. The bastard. I should have killed him a long time ago, the agency advised me to do that and get a vampire assistant. Anyway, if Scott was going to die it had to be old age.

Suddenly, I heard the voice of a woman screaming. I turned in the direction it came from, paused, and observed what was going on in the house.

“You don't fucking tell me what to do!” A male voice yelled followed by a slap. A female voice broke out.

“I am the man of this house and I accepted your slutty self to sleep in my house!” Another slap broke out.

I drew my cigarette one more time before tossing it to the floor. And then looked around for Scott and thankfully, he wasn't around the vicinity. I can do whatever the fuck I wanted. Without warning, I barged in the house.

“You are mine, your entire body is mine!” Shouted the man, tearing off the lady’s dress.

“Who the fuck are you?!” He raised his head and saw me. Anger morphed his face. My eyes were on the lady he was assaulting, she had marks all over her body and she was sobbing like crazy.

“Are you her customer? Do you patronize the slut?!” He growled, his veins popping.

“Please... Please...” The lady fell to the floor, begging before she quickly moved to the side of the wall. She looked broken and deserted.

“Why are you here? Why did you barge in my house without permission.” He growled, looking at me.

“I’m sorry. Can I barge in your neck, your blood is boiling with anger, and guess what, they taste the best?” I smirked, my lips curling unnaturally.

His eyes went wide after hearing me. Mayon City wasn't foreign to vampires, we roamed here the most because the government cared less about the people. No rule said we couldn't eat them. The agency mostly controlled us.

He started to move backward, fear evident in his eyes.

“Please, don't eat me. You can eat her, she is useless anyway.” He pointed to the girl, curled up by the wall.

“That's it, I'm too big to consume the useless ones. Between me and you, I enjoy the brave ones. Don't run, come...” I gestured with two fingers.

He froze, fear displaying all over his face.

“Wait... I know you. Khan? It's you, Khan. When did you become a vampire? Come on, it's me, don't you remember me?” He laughed nervously. His fear almost disappeared.

I raised my brows and scrutinized his face, trying to remember where I knew him from when suddenly, it rang - the memories flooded it.

This bastard...