Lies Dark As Night
There he was. Mr. Perfect. Mr. Heart break. Mr. Player.
My cool green eyes locked onto the form that stood in his cliche a few feet away from me. He was surrounded by his fellow players. He was center stage, though. Icy blue eyes, breathe taking hair, and a form to make any girl feel warmth every where in her body. Every girl but me. I tossed my red locks behind my shoulder, and carefully diverted my gaze. There was something about Mr. Perfect that no body else knew. A grin tugged up at the corner of my mouth, and for a moment I felt invincible. I knew his lies. I knew what he really was.
But he knew nothing about me.
The thought in its self was enough to draw a chuckle from my voice box, but not without gaining curious glances. Slowly, I raised my gaze, and quirked one eye brow up to question the stares. I was the new girl here. No one knew why I was standing here with such confidence, but that just comes with the job. Listen, I'm not your average girl. I don't play soccer. I don't cheer, I don't do drama club. I am one hell of an actress, but that comes with the trade. I was dangerous, a force to be reckoned with. A force to be dealt with careful handling. I was often compared to a stick of dynomite by many of my associates. I was the best.
You may be wondering what it is exactly that I do. I'm a hunter. I hunt things from the super natural, whether it be a fallen angel, or a vampire. Blood sucking leeches that they were. I turned my gaze once more to my target. His icy blue gaze caught mine, and for a moment it was unwavering. I turned toward him, the corner of my mouth twitching up into a sadistic smile. With my gaze I sent him a message. One that he wouldn't be able to ignore.
I know what you are.
His mouth slowly turned into a frown before he turned abruptly away from me. He knew what I was from just the look in my eyes. Yet he did something oddly unusual. He waited for the bell to ring, and watched as I shrank into the darkness. I wanted to talk to him, and he knew it. In fact, his body structure had told me he wanted to have a few words with me as well. I picked a deserted stretch of hallway, and lesuirely leaned back against one of the lockers, and propped my foot against it. It took him only a few moments to show. By the set in his jaw, and the hardness of his eyes I could tell he wasn't happy. I didn't care.
"Hello handsome." I whispered, my voice caressing his ears, and causing his anger just to boil more. Good, I thought to myself. Let him get angry. It will only shorten the time he has on earth, walking among the innocent. You don't belong here.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone rigid. In fact, his whole demeanor was rigid. He was not happy with my presence here at all. His nostrils flared as I allowed a sweet smile to float across my constitution. "Cut off the sweet act. We both know what you are."
"Better than you. I'm not a monster by nature. I was created to be your worse nightmare."
Within a flash he had my by the throat, and threw me up against the lockers. His eyes hardened before flashing a darker black. It must have been the hybrid in him that made his eyes darker than the others when they were angry. I merely grinned, and drawled "You don't wanna be doing that."
He snarled, and tightened his grip. "And why the hell not?"
I merely grinned softly. "Because you're life depends on it. If you make one more move to kill me, I'll destroy you now."