Roz awoke early that morning, not remembering going to sleep last night. She grunted as she sat up, her skin healing and sore. Blood covered the bed from her wounds and her clothes were destroyed…well at least the shirt was. She sat up and walked into the bathroom, taking a quick shower, it hurting and burning her tender skin.
She looked at the clothes in her bag, needed something that she could hide weapons in but was…assassin looking since she was determined to find the supernaturals that were outside of the towns limits today…she needed a job…needed something to keep her mind off of everything.
She pulled on a leather zip up halter and a pair of leather pants, tucking in a blade anywhere there was room. She brought every kind that she could find; never meet a new supernatural without having as many weapons as you could carry. She pulled on her boots and tucked blade into those as well as she grabbed her jacket.
She moved the furniture from the door and stepped outside, the sun high in the sky and beating down on her. She avoided all the glares of the people as she headed back out of the town, not letting her guard down at all for worry of an attack again.
She headed for out of the town, walking down the always strangely empty street. She sensed as far ahead of her as she could and this time vaguely sensed a vampire. With a smirk on her lips she began to race down the street, her boots hitting the pavement almost silently as she ran.
She ended up in front of a large barn, the doors shut and the windows boarded up tight. She sensed deeper into the house, knowing they could sense her if she could sense them. She let her power and energy surround her, making sure they would feel her, would know she was not someone to be messed with her. Her aura pulsed red with power as the barn doors opened slightly and a male werewolf was pushed out.
“What do you want?” he shouted at her, slowly walking forward but obviously instructed to stay back from her. “I am looking for a job.” Roz said simply, approaching the wolf quickly and almost laughing as he walked backwards away from her, trying to not make it obvious even though it clearly was. “Supernaturals…tend to have a need for my skills more then humans.” Just as she ended her sentence a vampire stepped out of the barn.
He was not an elder but was close to it in age, but his power was not enough yet to be considered such. “And I am willing to bet you are the one in charge.” Roz said turning towards the man and ignoring the wolf near her. “That I am, what kind of skills do you have, and what is your name, demon” the man asked, his voice gruff. He was a large man, very broad shoulders and built like a Scotsman.
“I shall tell you my name once you tell me yours. As for skills…I can do whatever is needed.” Roz looked at him calmly, letting her power still pulse around her. The man looked at her a moment before answering “My name is Jacob.” He said simply as he watched her. “Then the name is Roz.” She replied.
Jacob nodded his head slightly and motioned for the wolf to open the barn doors. “Please, follow me; I may have a job for you.” Roz walked towards the barn slowly, her paranoia very high lately. “I like to have some sort…of insurance before I walk blindly into some vampires home.” Roz said stopping just before the barn doors. “Do you not trust me?” Jacob asked with a slight leer. “I don’t trust anyone doll.” Jacob nodded his head and grabbed the wolf, throwing him at Roz.
“Keep him as a human shield then.” Jacob stated as he walked into the barn and shut it after Roz walked in with a blade out in her hand and the wolf in front of her. The inside of the barn did not look like a barn at all, it had been completely redone and looked like a normal home.
She followed him into an office and the door was shut behind her again. She kicked the wolf’s knees and made him fall slightly so that she could sit and keep him in front of her. “How are your…stealth abilities?” Jacob asked as he sat down in a chair in front of her. “I can sneak into a vast majority of places without being seen, and I leave no fingerprints.” Roz said setting her hand on the desk to show that she had no fingerprints.
Jacob smiled as he looked at her hand “By that alone I know you have been a merc for some time.” Reaching into his desk draw he kept his eyes on her, sliding a piece of paper to her. “That is the address of the vampire I want you to take down. He is not much farther down the road but he seems to think that he should have more control of things around her and I would like you to show him… that he should not.”
Roz took the paper, a price already written down at the bottom. “Half the money now, half after I kill him” she said, her words set in stone. “How do you want him killed?” she asked. “Silently, but slow. He should feel the pain of his death but make no noise, he has many guards. I am giving you this chance because you are new to town. Any word gets mentioned that you work for me, anyone finds out, and you are dead. Do you understand?” Jacob hissed.
“Yeah I get it doll, pain I can do and silent I can do. So give me half the money so that I can get this job done with quickly.” Roz pushed the wolf away from her, his body hitting the ground from the shove, and stood up. Jacob handed her an envelope of money and she let herself out of the office, she rarely asked to leave.
Roz walked back to the town quickly, keeping all her senses open for a possible attack but luckily there was none. She reset all the furniture in front of the doors and window and sat on the bed. She looked at the slip of paper again. “Tomorrow he dies….and I get a new hotel room at least…” Roz said out loud as she pulled off her boots and set them by her bag. She downed a few more bottles of blood, snarling at the taste, and laid down on the bed.
She peeled off her jacket and looked at the burns on her, they were almost healed. They had to be healed by tomorrow, wearing tight black cloth over burned skin is not…a smart move. She looked up at the ceiling, the money in her hand still. It felt good to have a job again. Even when she had done jobs for Verlassen it didn’t feel like a job, felt like a favor. Maybe…getting back into her old routine…few jobs then leave…would help her miss Tainuit less…make her go numb to everything again…