Woman of the dark

"Donnie!" A high pitched feminine voice echoed throughout the mansion. "Donnie, Donnie! I need your help". An annoyed sigh left Donnie's mouth. He was sitting in his private office reading a history book about the 1940s and was hoping for a peaceful evening without any drama. Being one of the world's most wanted, but successful hitmans, will never be easy, for anybody. Whereas the blood and money flows, stress never does…it never ends.

Donnie’s legs rested on top of a wooden desk. His eyes shifted up from the book he was reading. His hand drifted slowly towards his mouth, pinching the cigarette he was smoking with two fingers and carefully pressed it out in his golden ashtray. After waiting for a few moments, a flustered woman appears to be leaning against the frame of his office door with her right arm, most likely heated from running around the hallways of the big mansion.

"Everywhere! I looked everywhere!" the woman sighed loudly. "I have looked for over fifteen minutes now, every room, every corner. I can not find my black heels!" Donnie raised his eyebrows and an almost unintelligible grunt left his throat. "The one moment of the evening, when I finally have some peace. When finally nothing can go wrong, nothing for me to worry about. You decide to bash through my door, yelling at me about some shoes that I clearly do not know anything about". The woman was slightly startled by Donnie's reaction, rethinking about her next words she decides to say. "I am very aware of your schedule and that you barely have any time for yourself. But Dollie and I are going to head out to the local pub and I just want to wear the heels that you got me for my last birthday. After our recent.." her voice suddenly silenced. A light blue blush quickly spread across her cheeks. "...Adventure." she said with a soft cough and smiled. "I do not really remember where I.." she rephrased. "you…dropped them"

Donnie left out a heartfelt chuckle, thinking back about the memory. "Well my dear Lune, have you checked under or near the stairs leading towards the front door yet? I remember very clearly that is where I took off most of your clothing." Lune straightened her posture with excitement.
"Oh! I have not. I will do so immediately. Thank you Donnie". Lune quickly walked over to where he was sitting, placed both of her hands on the desk, leaned over and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. A smile formed on Donnie's face when he suddenly grabbed her left wrist. "Come now dear, you can do so much better than that. Can’t you?" His genuine smile turned sinister, waiting for her next move. Lune's gaze flickered between his confident pink coloured eyes, which were dead set on her, and to his lips. Her right hand found its way to his cheek. Contact was made by her soft fingertips. Lune leaned in a little bit more, pushing her lips onto his. At the same moment, they both tried to fight for dominance. But, Donnie overtook the lead quickly. His tongue flicked at her bottom lip, gaining access to explore her mouth the fullest. He slowly let his hand go from her wrist, and goes up to her throat instead to get a better hold of her. After what felt like forever, he finally broke off the heated kiss.

His eyes went up and down, studying her perfect figure. "You look absolutely breathtaking. Be careful when you go out. If something happens, you call me immediately." He focussed back on Lune’s eyes. His eyes were waiting for her to respond. "Ofcourse Donnie, don’t worry, Dollie will take good care of me. I’m in good hands." A satisfying smile formed its way on Donnie’s face. He lifted his hand and waved towards the door, not saying a word, but followed Lune’s every step out of his office with his intense stare.
Donnie returned his eyes back to his book. After hearing loud noises, his ears slightly twitched. Lune was running around the stairs, checking out every corner.
‘’They ain't here either, Don. No matter, I will have to use another pair of shoes. We will be going now, love you!’’ she yelled from downstairs. A few seconds later, Donnie heard the front door open and slammed shut, leaving him in complete silence.

An hour passed when Donnie finally had enough of his book. With graceful movements he stood up from his chair. Walked towards the west side of his office and stood in front of the impressive seven meter wide nineteenth century bookcase and placed his book back on the history labeled shelf. He turned around and strolled quickly to his whiskey collection. He picked up a glass and filled it with a cold diamond shaped whiskey stone. His eyes drifted to a variety of whiskey bottles, but his gaze stopped at The Macallan Double Cask 30. With a tender hand he picked up the bottle and poured his desired amount.
‘’Such an expensive taste you have.’’ Within seconds, Donnie turned around, and without any thoughts he moved his hand to his hip, where his .45 caliber handgun was resting in its holder. In one quick smooth movement he picks up his gun, aims the weapon towards the voice, whilst his other hand places the bottle gently back on the whiskey table. ‘’Who the fuck are you? How did you get in here?’’ His eyes peered into the corner where a slowly moving figure appeared from the darkness. The shadow revealed itself to be a stunning looking woman. Hair, white as snow, lips, red as blood. Her head tilted slightly towards the right, looking him up and down.

‘’That’s no way to welcome your guests, is it, honey?’’. A smirk appeared on her face. ‘’While it is true that most of us need to be invited… I simply refuse to work that way. I’ll take what I want, I do what I want.’’ A confused expression hit Donnie’s face, who still was holding his gun tightly. ‘’Why don’t you lower that metal for me, honey?. I hope you’re aware of how impolite you are behaving right now.’’ Against his own better judgment, Donnie lowered his arm. His brows furrowed. His eyes shifted from the woman's gaze down to her feet. She wore black shining heels, swirls of a pattern were displayed on the sides decorated with hundreds of tiny diamonds. They looked very familiar. They were the exact same that Donnie gave Lune for her birthday. His eyes returned back to hers, denying the fact about the heels. ‘’Speak up, what are you here for?’’ Donnie said with much intrigue.

An almost silent hum escaped her lips. ‘’I have been watching you, for a while now. Just from the shadows. I’ve seen the way you work, the way you act. You are...by far a very interesting creature to me. Very strong minded, and with a strong body to show for it as well’’. As she spoke, she took a few steps towards Donnie. ‘’I could give you so much more. So much more power…” She paused for a second. “All you have to do is… submit to me.’’ Donnie felt threatened by her words. ‘’I do not know who you are. And I have no clue how you managed to break in through my security and sneaked into my office. But I would kindly suggest you leave right now. Before I shoot a bullet through your brain’’. Donnie lifted his arm back up and aimed the gun back on her. The mysterious woman laughed. ‘’I was right. You would be perfect for me. A mind that strong like yours, will do wonders.’’ She continued moving forward.

Donnie’s finger hovered over the trigger. A second of doubt crossed his mind, but then decided to finally pull the trigger. The bullet flew straight into the woman's shoulder. The impact of the shot caused the woman to take a step back. She slouched for a moment, making her long white hairs cover her face. A devilish smile appeared on her face as well. She straightened herself back up and took a glance at her now wounded shoulder. In the blink of an eye the wound healed and the bullet fell out with a squishy sound. Hitting the floor with a soft thump.
For the first time, Donnie got caught off guard. Too focused on the woman’s shoulder that he did not notice her creeping closer again towards him. Both of her eyes were shining a dark, almost glowing red. And an angry snarl was displayed upon her face. Showing off two long and sharp canines. ‘’Drop that gun!’’. She demanded with a dominant voice. On her command, Donnie dropped the handgun on the floor. His eyes followed her every move, yet he was paralyzed. He couldn’t control his own legs or arms.

Her right hand intertwined with his long white hair, swirling and playing with some strands. Her other hand creeped up to his right cheek. Holding his head gently as her thumb moved over his lips. She brought her own lips closer to his left ear, whispering: ‘’A man with your personality, such ego, such pride, needs to be tamed.’’ Her lips made contact with his neck, sucking a kiss. The kiss quickly got replaced with a sharp sting. Her teeth sinking into the soft skin draining drop after drop of fresh blood. Donnie’s hands suddenly moved its way towards her hips, holding her tightly. Soft grunts left his lips and his eyes fluttered shut, giving in to her. The woman removed her lips from his neck after placing a final kiss and took a step backwards. Donnie saw that her eyes were now shining a brighter color of red and a smirk was displayed on her face.

Donnie dropped down on his knees, his head tilted slightly downwards and his hands dropped onto his lap. Blood was soaking his white collar and part of his shoulder. Turning parts of his white shirt into a bloody dark red. ‘’Such a delicious taste, the taste of upcoming power. You are perfect.’’ was the final thing Donnie could hear from a distance, before shutting his eyes once more and letting the darkness overtake him.

My new girl Mort ❤
Wonderful art and design by  momojen
Story by me (Proof read by Lawie)

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