1 Silver and Red (1/2)
Ezlynn's white, silky hair was besmirched in blood as she wiped it off her face. She gesticulated towards Collins to hand her a water bottle, and poured the water on top of her, drowning the blood onto the cement. It didn't wane off easily from her black hoodie but did wash away the blood from her hair, leather jeans, and the stench itself.
”Collins,”
”Yes, Boss?”
”Make sure you take care of the body well. The blood stench is revolting.” Ezlynn winced, wrinkling her delicate, carved nose.
”You're not selling it to the black market?” Collins questioned as he hoisted the body up.
”No.” Ezlynn answered, ”The blood stench is too revolting.”
The body that lay in front of her was a Venandi, a hunter who chased and murdered the last Werewolves alive. After the Great War with Werewolves, Vampires, and Humans, most humans had believed that Werewolves and Vampires were completely thoroughly defunct, but a gang of Venandis perpetuated to seek the remaining Werewolves, believing that some were still alive. They were surprisingly correct but failed to prove it to the government since they never prospered trying to capture a Werewolf and ended up getting killed by Ezlynn's gang instead. Her gang was entirely consisting of the last Werewolves alive, 300 of them globally. They'd considerably proliferated over the past years since they were immune to aging. Titled ”Blood of the Wolf”, her gang was the most feared gang that no human knew about, except for the Venandis. They worked to kill any Venandi that dared to carnage any members and sold their organs to the black market for profit.
Collins slowly dragged the body out of Chicago's stenchiest, darkest alley into the back streets, evaporating from Ezlynn's sight before decomposing the body properly. Collins took out another water bottle from his leather jacket and spilled it onto his hands, rubbing them with scrutiny. He ambulated out of the back street back into the alley, where Ezlynn was waiting, her white, silky hair wet, dappled with traces of blood. Her impeccable pale skin was scintillating under the moonlight, reflecting the bluest color of her tempting eyes. She was a creation of allurement and resplendency. Collins gazed at her articulate, consummate figure as he felt a wave of impulse over him. The midnight wind blew to manifest Ezlynn's pale, long neck as Collins slowly approached her, dazzled by her beauty that was slightly stented with blood.
”Boss, you seemed quite bored while killing that Venandi,” Collins commented as he leaned his beautiful face closer to her.
”Did I?” Ezylnn smiled, ”He was going really easy on me.”
Finally, Collins was in enough proximity to stretch out his stalwart, muscular arms, and embrace her shoulders close to his.
”Boss,” Collins leaned down his very tall figure and whispered into her ear, half gentle and half chary, ”May I?”
Ezlynn gazed at his bright gold eyes that seemed even more flirtatious than the moonlight. His tall and brawny figure was wrapped around her in a smooth position as he bent in more to gently kiss her snow-white neck. Ezlynn placidly rotated and whispered in his embrace,
”I thought that we'd made a deal to keep things professional and liberal at different times. Now you're taking care of my murder, calling me boss, and seducing me under the moonlight.” Ezlynn chuckled as she embraced him tighter.
”No one's watching Ezlynn. Our jobs are complete, too.” Collins softly held her chin up and kissed her, ”so can we just...be a normal couple for just a few seconds, and not a Godmother and her top assistant of the deadliest gang in the history?”
”Just for a few seconds,” Ezlynn whispered as she withdrew from his kiss, and connected their lips together again.
Ezlynn, a fresh 18, was the Godmother of the ”Blood of the Wolf”, originally initiated after the Great War by Collins's parents as an abode and an organization for the remaining Werewolves. They'd incepted her in, trained her to survive in a world that treated them with atrocity, and passed her the Godmother position.
Collins gradually withdrew from their kiss, his silver hair blowing in the zephyr.
”I think we should go,” Collins said, checking his phone, ”It's an hour and a half before sunrise.”
Ezlynn stared at the moon, which was waning expediently and nodded. She squeezed Collins's hand as they exited the alley, checking to see if there was anyone else other than them nearby. She perceived the sight of the antiquated buildings and stores as they walked out to the gloomy streets of Chicago city.