The Job

It was a job like any other she has taken.



No emotion involved. She was given the details and began her work. There were just flat out killing and then there were ones that took some time to get to know your target. These seemed to be the ones they sent Tisha on. But this was one a bit more intriguing. The right political target and prissy vampires who don’t want their hands to get all dirty. Only but fed their power and strength.

A Brujah, named Marcos Allerion. Seemed he had crossed a certain Ventrue’s business plan. He was cocky and brutish. He ran a small drug cartel in South Beach. He had a weakness for petite busty blondes in leather. Go figure. Typical. After a month of observation holed up in a tiny apartment and many hours of silent shadowed observation she had her mark in sights. So within a week Natisha had transformed herself into Kristina. Kristna born on the wrong side of the tracks was a temptation. Kristina with a bit of a habit was easy pickings. Riding up in a chopped motorcycle she could all but feel His eyes on her. But then again many were. Leather hugged her thighs with slim leather boots with a chunky sole. Think silver chain at her waist and a tank top that fitted her torso and accentuated her full breasts. A few smudge marks of dirt… and a mass of glorious blonde hair. That tumbled from the helmet she took off in a tumble and shake of her head. Oh yes. She had him right there. The girl to His right who was clinging was all but pushed away. Men. So fickle. Inwardly she smirked.

It didn’t take long to work her way into the inner circle of His gang. Not at all. Of course the fact she was the object of His desire was well known. Hell even His impulsive gang didn’t dare touch her. She remained elusive enough to keep Marcus chasing. If the brute only knew. She hinted at her addiction. Coke. And she was supplied. He even stopped taking her money. Amazing what one stolen kiss would pay for. She made the man ache with want. Subtle looks. Staying just out of reach. Evil little looks from His last flavor of the month, Tina. Of course that would serve to her purposes in giving a target for doubt when the man dies. Some things were just too easy.

Marcus kept trying to get her alone. Of course, He never seemed to be able to. But it was a whispered “Meet me tonight” , that had Marcus all but foaming at the mouth. Of course there was a small note penned in the tossed aside Tina’s handwriting. Even so much as for the looks of Tina’s being superimposed for a few minutes to be seen going down that quiet alleyway. It was dark… so it took Tisha a minute to return back to that busty little Kristina’s look.

Marcus was there pacing. Smoking that blunt He chewed consistently. She moved with the usual grace of motion. Staring up at the man Marcus who all but leered and murmured softly “Thanks for meeting me…” She almost sounded meek, in trouble or something and Marcus would be the savior. One could almost see it go thru His mind that she was His now. It almost made Tisha sick the scent of this man. She would look up and bat those pretty eyes. Crimson tears would fall quietly and Marcus grinned. He found himself pulling her into His hard body to hold her. She spit softly against His neck of course He thought it was her tears. There there, he patted her back and curled fingers into her hair. Soft and silken those curves He clamored for. As He listened to her well practiced story, Marcus melted.”

Of course this was the time, His last. She murmured “I am so hungry… Marcus.” And He murmured back “Go ahead little one.” It was then she sent Him into bliss. The large frame of the man as her fangs sank into the jugular and she tasted that right blood. He was older then her per the contract but by the gods if she knew how he survived this long. As she fed deeply, He trembled in her arms. His moans were dark and bewitched as she fed deeply. She is pretty sure she could now scent His cum. Poor guy... as her hand slid along His chest. Cold steel was the last he thought He would be feeling. His eyes dazed over as He looked down before it was too late He realized He was weak. So so very weak. And drained. He was a bigger man. Lots of force. So He was able to push Kristina away. It only made her smirk darkly. His blood on her lips. God what a sight she was. His hand snared out to hit her squarely across the jaw. And she took it as that and spun in a scissor roundhouse kick to His head. Dazing Him and then she was on Him again. Fast. Unhurt and her fangs sank in again as His body fathered and dropped to his knees and she murmured In His mind “Shhhh relax now. It is almost over. Let your last moments be of the bliss” As Tisha fed and took every drop of that blood. Diablerie was such a dark enticement. The bulk in her hands started to fall down… in a slump the body laid as the last bits were drawn with a dark little moan. Blade was removed from the chest and she let the body lay there lifeless and gone now. Kicked over to His back with a push of her boot, the body splayed lewdly there. Too easy, some men were.

Not that she felt. She never did. Something about her past tinged on her memory. Flashes of the waking nightmare she felt at times. A hand slashing down across her face. Something very, very dark . Shaking her head, Now was not the time to linger on such. It took her little time to switch back to looking like Tina. Bloodied blade carefully placed at Tina’s little flat. And then the woman Kristina was found in the apartment of one of the other members of the gang, Tony who had an eye for her. As He woke he remembered a very lurid time with Kristina so when the heat came down Kristina was easily dismissed of any fault. She only had to suffer a few kisses from Tony. And some excuse of how it was too much of a downer here. And on her steel horse she rode.

Now who would miss that guy? Hrmmm and Oh so tasty the reward. Her strength grew.