no such thing as coincidence

GRAYSEN KYUBEY / notes / etc

Benny walked forward in that elegant slowness that showed that he wasn't too eager to get this job done today. He was trying to avoid a certain unicorn due to the unicorn's habit of staying close to Benedict when he did not wish for company. He wasn't anti-social, Benny just liked his alone time when it came around. He was dressed to kill, so to speak, and if looks could kill, Benny would be a mass murderer simply by his looks. He was tracking and killing a woman whom a client wanted dead. She was supposed to be something of a vice-ridden woman according to the email given to Benny. Sometimes his clients didn't like to show their face to the vampire, so they sent everything over closed connections via his laptop or phone. He had paid a computer expert to build him a phone and laptop that scrambled the IP address at random intervals constantly. He couldn't be too careful when it came to technology. Despite growing up and living much of his first 25 years of human life in an age where the closest bit of technology was simple machines, he did very well for himself finding certain people to 'upgrade' his intelligence over time. He wore an almost all black suit where only the tie and the handkerchief in his front pocket were blood red in color. He wore dress shoes that were black in color too. As per his usual, he wore black skin-tight leather gloves on his hands that both protected him from fingerprints and from any harm that might come his way. His hair was shaggy like usual but it was brushed hastily. An eye-patch covered the one amber eye that didn't work anymore.

He came upon the road outside of the club that he was following her from. Surely the woman would stop partying for once in her life to figure out that someone had it out for her head. However, Benny didn't care what his targets did or didn't do. They were simply targets to him. Targets didn't have thoughts, feelings, souls. They were nothing at all. Benny could do his job with ease simply because he couldn't feel emotions. He could understand them to a degree, but otherwise he couldn't experience them for himself. Sterling, his unicorn 'friend' and constant sleeping companion, even tried to make him experience them. As uncomfortable as it was for Benny to go through that, even now he didn't think anything of it all. The woman was at fault for the bounty on her head. The reasons behind the jobs did not interest him, only the paycheck did. He glanced around with the only working eye he had, the amber flashing in the low light of the street lamps. Surely she couldn't have gone far. From the information he had gathered at the club she was quite 'smashed' as the kids say these days. He sniffed the air, catching the scent easily. He closed his amber eye once while he did so and then opened it back up slowly. He found her.

Moving quickly with his superior speed, he came upon the alleyway that wasn't too far from the club. However, once he had started to step forward to get his prey, the preditor smelled a different scent in the air as well. He came upon this scent sometimes, but he figured that they usually came and went quickly, however, this one was still here. Lovely, competition. He thought mentally, sarcastic even within his mind. The sociopath decided that it wasn't worth losing more time on it already than he had used. After all, time was money to the vampire mercenary. He walked up to the alleyway deliberately, unsheathing his katana. Swords were less quiet and less mess for his 'cleaner', Emiko Inoue to clean up. He didn't try to leave messes, they just sometimes happened. The katana gleamed in the moonlight, making him seem more menicing than he was trying to give off normally. Due to his upbringing, he was taught to put on a facade for all of society to hide the horrible man he was beneath. Walking quietly, he noticed two figures. One who was obviously a woman and his intended target, and the other who looked to be a mix of both genders and much too much like how Sterling changes sexes sometimes. The observation made a sliver of annoyance flow through him. Sterling, though claimed as Benny's 'possession', sometimes got a little too close for comfort. However, Benny did enjoy Sterling's presence at times. They had an interesting relationship.

Deciding at the last minute that guns would be quicker in this instant since distance was needed to be kept between the other figure and himself. Sheathing his katana, he withdrew his right gun and a silencer. Attaching it quickly, he aimed at the woman on the ground silently. Two pulls of the trigger was all that was heard as the suppressed fire came out quickly. Two bullet holes pierced the woman; one in her chest over her heart and the other in her head. No other sound other than the woman's short scream came. Benny sighed, lowering his firearm and moving forward to make sure his target was indeed dead. She was a human woman, but he's had his fair share of surprises over the last 170 years. Flipping open his phone, he tapped Emiko's speed dial number. He was short and precise with his words as usual when talking with her. "Job cleared, gunshot wounds to the head and the chest. Make it look like an accident or make her disappear; your choice as usual. Address is in the text message." Pulling his phone away, he quickly ended the call and texted her the address and directions to her. His amber eye moved boredly to the female in front of him. If he had to guess on her gender, he'd just go with female. After all, what did it matter anyway to the vampire? "Do me a favor, kid, forget my face and what happened here if you know what's good for you." He often just killed those that saw him too, but he figured that Emiko didn't need anymore bodies to take care of than she already had that night. "Now, run along like a good little girl." Benny turned around and flipped open his phone again, seeing a new text from Emiko as well as his client.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS