He was a monster. A beast. A fiend. The thing that went bump in the night. A killer...a killer that had just slaughtered her family. And it wasn't until the girl flew into his arms and pressed her lips against his that he felt regret for the first time in his life. How had he even ended up in this situation anyway?
Damon stood silently in front of the quaint home of three. He had been requested to put an end to the head of the household and anyone else that lived there. Of course, the client had attempted to explain to Damien the [i]why. But the killer had refused. Rule #1: Never ask questions. After receiving a rough description of the primary target, details of the layout of the house, and express instructions what he was to do with the property after he was done, Damien had been on his way.
Now here he was, seconds away from commencing the job ahead and for some reason, something struck him as odd. The scent of his house was...obscured. Not that it was hidden by magic but there were other things, natural things, that made it difficult for him to discern what was what. Brushing the thought aside, the assassin clung to the shadows as he made his approach to the house. When he reached the building, Damien lept to the roof, sliding one of the windows open, he slipped inside of the home undetected.
From what he was told, the target would be downstairs this time of night...his wife would be in the kitchen. Which made it an easy consecutive kill. What he hadn't counted on was the additional scent that hit him like a tone of bricks the moment he stepped into the hallway. It smelt of flowers, a sweetness that reminded him of honey. It called to him. Unfortunately, by the time he regained his composure, Damien lifted his head only to lock eyes with that of the primary target. The father he had come to kill. The look in the man's eyes was fear...but it wasn't of death. It wasn't of Damien. Whatever it was seemed to be in a room located behind the assassin. Something he would investigate after he actually did his job. "This is...unexpected. I'd prefer if you didn't run, Mr. Walton. It will not save you..."[/i]