Vile Amity 2
Rosalie Sierra had an exceptionally normal life, being a homosexual homicide detective, her sister a deranged psychopath on the loose, her mother and father murdered by her sisters ex-fiance, Fredric when she was 14. Now she’s fallen in love with an assassin who was sent to kill her in the first place, and blessed (or cursed) with eternal life. Suddenly, her oh-so-normal life takes a turn for the worst.
The police had left and the press as well, in Kleinstadt, there wasn’t much action so a suicide was big news. Well, at least what appeared to be suicide.
The blond woman that Rose met at the door, Victoria was Schön’s lover. To this Rose was surprised to hear. She had never expected to meet a lesbian at a house like this.
Rosalie walked up the stairs for the second time that day and paused briefly to stare down the splash of blood on the step. She had made Victoria wait downstairs; if she saw the body again she would just get in the way. As Rosalie made her way to the body she shut the door behind her, casting the room in darkness. She slid her hand against the wall to find the light switch.
Instead of finding a plastic knob to turn on the light, Rose felt something sharp slice into the palm of her hand. She cussed under her breath, and as an instinct, drew her hand away quickly.
"Dear child" a man’s voice said.
Rose turned her head to where the sound came from. But something hit the side of her head, something like a fist. Her vision blurred for a moment and then she saw a small flame flicker in the corner of the room.
A man held the flame close to his face so Rose could only see one side of his features. The other side of his face was shadowed. But what facial features he had, so intriguing. From what Rose could see, he had green eyes, high cheekbones and an impish grin that made her heart race faster than it already was.
"You see Rose," the man said, his voice sweeter than honey "this is not suppose to be how most people meet."
He stood and walked to her. She pressed her back hard against the wall. He grinned at that. Faster than she could blink the back of his burning hand cradled the bottom of her chin for a mere moment. A voice inside Rose told her to take his hand and let it touch her face, but her gut said no.
His hand picked up the bottom of her shirt, lifted it only slightly, and then with the other hand, punched her stomach.
Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor. What felt like a steel toed boot, hit her in the side.
"Rose darling, you know I would have come eventually to find you." his voice was still calm "your father, your retched father, had my dear sister-in-law to-be, done away with."
His voice trailed around her and came close to her face. He still held the lighter to his perfect features.
"I don’t want you around to screw up my plans anymore Rosalie. So either, I can kill you now, or make sure you don’t breathe a word about this ever again." a playful smile crossed his face and Rose knew he could do real harm.
"Rose." a look of concern crossed his features "when the time comes. I want you to kill your sister."
"But…"
"I know Rose" he whispered "I was sent here to harm you, to make sure you wouldn’t think of telling anyone where your sister is."
"But…" she said again.
"She is alive, she’s gone into hiding, and your father was too soft to let her die. I am employed by Fredric, to kill your sister so she doesn’t get to his wife, but harm you first. He figured you would know where your sister is. But obviously not…"
Rose shook her head.
"I’m sorry I hurt you Rose darling but Fredric could be watching, he has many spies."
He punched her in the ribs and she fell on her side and moaned.
"I was a spy for him, I watched you, and you’re every move. And now, I know I could never truly hurt you." he kicked her tail bone.
"I’m not Fredric’s brother or anything like that, he just tells us that were "all brothers" so it kind of sticks"
So many thoughts raced though Rosalie’s head and all the pain didn’t help.
"All I can tell you Rose, is tonight, I’ll help you with your…wounds. Come to this address" he tossed a folded piece of red paper at her "and once you know it, Burn the paper. Nothing is safe." his warm hand stroked the back of her head.
"Knock 3 times on the door at exactly 3:15 in the morning."
And with that, the man pushed the paper in her hand and folded her fingers into a tight fist. He tucked her hand containing the paper under her hip. Rose felt the steel toed boot hit the side of her head. And then saw nothing.
The blond woman that Rose met at the door, Victoria was Schön’s lover. To this Rose was surprised to hear. She had never expected to meet a lesbian at a house like this.
Rosalie walked up the stairs for the second time that day and paused briefly to stare down the splash of blood on the step. She had made Victoria wait downstairs; if she saw the body again she would just get in the way. As Rosalie made her way to the body she shut the door behind her, casting the room in darkness. She slid her hand against the wall to find the light switch.
Instead of finding a plastic knob to turn on the light, Rose felt something sharp slice into the palm of her hand. She cussed under her breath, and as an instinct, drew her hand away quickly.
"Dear child" a man’s voice said.
Rose turned her head to where the sound came from. But something hit the side of her head, something like a fist. Her vision blurred for a moment and then she saw a small flame flicker in the corner of the room.
A man held the flame close to his face so Rose could only see one side of his features. The other side of his face was shadowed. But what facial features he had, so intriguing. From what Rose could see, he had green eyes, high cheekbones and an impish grin that made her heart race faster than it already was.
"You see Rose," the man said, his voice sweeter than honey "this is not suppose to be how most people meet."
He stood and walked to her. She pressed her back hard against the wall. He grinned at that. Faster than she could blink the back of his burning hand cradled the bottom of her chin for a mere moment. A voice inside Rose told her to take his hand and let it touch her face, but her gut said no.
His hand picked up the bottom of her shirt, lifted it only slightly, and then with the other hand, punched her stomach.
Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor. What felt like a steel toed boot, hit her in the side.
"Rose darling, you know I would have come eventually to find you." his voice was still calm "your father, your retched father, had my dear sister-in-law to-be, done away with."
His voice trailed around her and came close to her face. He still held the lighter to his perfect features.
"I don’t want you around to screw up my plans anymore Rosalie. So either, I can kill you now, or make sure you don’t breathe a word about this ever again." a playful smile crossed his face and Rose knew he could do real harm.
"Rose." a look of concern crossed his features "when the time comes. I want you to kill your sister."
"But…"
"I know Rose" he whispered "I was sent here to harm you, to make sure you wouldn’t think of telling anyone where your sister is."
"But…" she said again.
"She is alive, she’s gone into hiding, and your father was too soft to let her die. I am employed by Fredric, to kill your sister so she doesn’t get to his wife, but harm you first. He figured you would know where your sister is. But obviously not…"
Rose shook her head.
"I’m sorry I hurt you Rose darling but Fredric could be watching, he has many spies."
He punched her in the ribs and she fell on her side and moaned.
"I was a spy for him, I watched you, and you’re every move. And now, I know I could never truly hurt you." he kicked her tail bone.
"I’m not Fredric’s brother or anything like that, he just tells us that were "all brothers" so it kind of sticks"
So many thoughts raced though Rosalie’s head and all the pain didn’t help.
"All I can tell you Rose, is tonight, I’ll help you with your…wounds. Come to this address" he tossed a folded piece of red paper at her "and once you know it, Burn the paper. Nothing is safe." his warm hand stroked the back of her head.
"Knock 3 times on the door at exactly 3:15 in the morning."
And with that, the man pushed the paper in her hand and folded her fingers into a tight fist. He tucked her hand containing the paper under her hip. Rose felt the steel toed boot hit the side of her head. And then saw nothing.
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