The Killer: Part 1-Death

Chapter 1-The Job





There was a chill in the air. The sea whipped against the sandy beach so hard, that it sounded like thunder. Tonight is just another normal night, for me. I live in the city of Cardiff and tonight I’m doing my job and that job, is to kill. I kill anything from Vampires, Shape shifters and Demons to Ghosts, Evil Angels and Serial Killers. This is my life and right now, I‘m trailing across the beach with a sword in my hand. Like most jobs, I have a boss who pays me for my work. He gives me £120 a night and sometimes helps me himself. Before me someone else did this job, my Mother, Alison. She died at the hands of the Devil, just thirty years old; I was only thirteen at the time.



Once my Mum was murdered, David Spears approached me. He’s my boss and was Alison’s too. A whole year he trained me for this, so I could be ready. Vampires turned to dust from a dagger I used at the age of fourteen.





There are a lot of problems with this job; no one can get too close to me. I told two friends my secret, when I was sixteen, Sarah and John. Sarah died at the claws of a demon and John got turned into a Vampire. A while ago John and I got into a fight, there was a chance that he could have been killed, but I just stopped and… He got away. But, one day I’ll get him, one day.



I’ve learnt a lot from my past. I have a gay friend, his name is Christopher. He knows nothing about my job and he allows me to be normal. We go shopping together and he helps me out a lot, especially with any fashion problems I may have. A lot of the time my wardrobe needs new clothes, because most of my clothes have blood stains on them. Sometimes the blood is mine, sometimes it isn’t. Blood is extremely difficult to wash out of your clothes; David understands this more than anyone.



Finally the last two people in my life, my Dad, Gary and my boyfriend, Tommy. Dad doesn’t know about mine and Alison’s life, he thinks we work, or should I say worked with the police. When I was living at home I used to sneak out of the window in the middle of the night and meet my boss. Dad has no knowledge of this. My birthday was two months ago and that’s when he thinks I joined the police.



Mum was always so intelligent. She borrowed her police uniform (Well technically borrowed without giving back) from her cousin, who actually does work for the police. Dad and I never suspected a thing. My intelligence is very limited, nowhere near as good as Alison’s. Basically my plan of hiding my secret from Tommy is this: I slip out of bed, late at night, thinking Tommy is asleep, but he very rarely is. One time he tried following me in secret, so I had to lose him, thankfully he was too slow to catch up with me.



Another time where my intelligence didn’t benefit me was when I invited a vampire in to my home. In my defence he did look human and said he was a neighbour, so in my opinion there was no reason to doubt him. Also, why would a vampire need to borrow a drill? But, if I’m honest, my life nearly ended that night. This Vampire and I went upstairs to get the drill, which Tommy had left there earlier. So my hand moves towards the drill, when all of a sudden I get knocked into the wall. He sucked some blood from my wrist and at that’s when I began to feel weak.



Whilst he’s grabbing some rope, I’m just lying on the floor, my body felt completely lifeless! He then picked me up and hanged me off a peg on the wall, I was hoping the peg would fall off the wall, because of my weight, but no such luck. Once he was pleased with me just hanging there, with hardly any movement, he left. I’ve never known a Vampire to do that before, they usually go straight for the neck! Anyway, so I’m hanging there for a good few minutes, when Tommy walks in. It’s quite fair to say, he was shocked! He dropped his shopping, which had a glass bottle in and quickly got me down. The bottle smashed and liquid spilled on to the floor. I later found out that Tommy thought I was trying to commit suicide!



That trauma only happened a month ago, but that horrible Vampire got beheaded two weeks later, with my axe! Strangely enough, one of the easiest parts of my job is hiding the weapons. For the small things I own, such as: Daggers, Stakes, Knives and reveal spray (For ghosts) I put them in a hidden compartment, just beneath my underwear draw. Tommy would never look through all that, so it works well. As for the larger weapons, such as: Axes, Swords and Crossbows, they stay with David. He’s so lucky, because he has a family and his wife knows everything! Once his kids are old enough, he’ll tell them too, but for now he hides the weapons.



That’s about everyone, so the only person left, is me, Elle. The Fighter, the Killer and... So on. Tonight’s hunt is on the beach and I’m looking for Evil Angels and Shape Shifters. At the moment the beach looks deserted. My eyes look towards the sea… Nothing, my head turns towards the concrete steps, once again… Nothing. After that my luck begins to change and I see something from the corner of my eye, I see something by the lighthouse. Something black, it looks like an Angel.



My legs move quickly before my head gets the chance to think and before I know it, I’m at the lighthouse. There’s nothing there. My head turns to the right, then turns to the left and there is absolutely nothing that I can see. Nothing, nothing, NOTHING!!! Where is everyone, or should I say everything?! Something hits my head, I fall to the ground. It’s an Angel, my instincts proved me right. The Angel glared at me, smiling, showing it’s black, sharp teeth. The Angel hovers just above the ground and my hand grabs the sword I just dropped. My body flips me up onto my feet and my foot flings at the Angel in a kick.



The Angel stumbled backwards, still hovering. My hand throws a punch to the Angel’s chest, it roars in pain. To finish the Angel off, I bring the sword high above my head and then shove it through the Angel’s gut. It falls to the ground, screaming in great pain. My hand then removes the sword from the Angel, which makes a loud noise in the process. The sword is covered in black blood; the Angel is dead and finally disappears in to the sandy ground, never to be seen again.



My fingers touch the back of my head, some blood appears on my fingers from the blow. After another hour of searching, there’s nothing, just like earlier, so I walk to David’s. My knock on his door is reasonably loud, then after five seconds he answers and ushers me in. He takes the sword off my hands and goes to clean it, he then urges me to sit on the sofa next to his wife.



As he’s in the kitchen, he starts talking to me. “What was it you killed tonight, Elle?” He shouted from the other room



“I killed an Angel. “ I reply.



“Were there any problems?”



“No, not really, only when it sneaked up behind me and hit me on the head.”



“Oh God, Are you alright?” He asks sounding very concerned. His wife looks towards my direction, inspecting what my head looks like. “Yeah, just a bit of blood really.” I reply coolly. The conversation stops and David comes in with a warm, wet flannel. “Here, use this.” He tells me.



“Thanks.” I say politely and take the flannel. I use it to wipe the dry blood off my hands, and then wipe the blood left over on my head. My hair feels so tangled and sticky.



Everything’s quiet until David’s wife, Holly speaks: “Do you want me to fill a bowl up with water, so you can wash the blood out of your hair? I’ll get some shampoo too.” Holly offers kindly, she must have the seen the trouble I was having with untangling the knots in my hair. “Yeah, please. That’d be great.” She leaves the room for the kitchen and runs the tap. David makes me a cup of tea. I love his family, Holly is like the mother I lost and David is like a father to me.



Holly walks back in. “It’s ready.” I walk in to the kitchen and dip my head in the bowl, soaking all my hair. Then my hands rub in the shampoo, which stings the cut on my head. Holly left out a towel for me to dry my hair with, so once I finished I used it. Once my hair was reasonably dry, I re-entered the front room and had the cup of tea that David made me. David got his wallet out and put £120 worth of notes in his hand. He hands me the money and even though he’s rich, I still feel guilty for taking the money. I’m much better than this! I feel like more monsters could have been killed tonight. “Thank You.” More polite words fall from my mouth. After a bit more talking, I leave the house for home.





Once home, I got into my pyjamas and lay in bed next to Tommy. My heart really does go out to him. I lie everyday to him and have treated him so bad in the past. Basically, were both eighteen and have been going out on and off for the last six years. When we were fourteen, I split up with him, because of my new job and told him I’d found someone else. We got back together a few weeks later, as he found out that I’d lied, there was no one else. We broke up again, this time at the age of fifteen and it wasn’t for work reasons, it was because John (the now vampire) and I had feelings for one another. We were an item for three months, then we realised we were better off just friends and then the whole Vampire thing happened. Tommy took me back for the second time and I split up with him six months later. This time there was no boy, it was work again. The evil in this world had taken my two friends, John and Sarah; I didn’t want him to be next and was just so worried for him. My lie that time was that I needed space, thankfully he reluctantly agreed.



He took me back for a third time, then I cheated on him with my now gay friend Christopher; of course he was straight back then. Christopher and I were together for six months, until he cheated on me with a man! The saying ‘What goes around comes around’ is really true! Tommy and I got back together for the fourth time, he’s never broken up with me and we’ve now been living together for a year. After everything that’s happened, everything between us is as good as could be expected.



Once I lay in bed next to him, Tommy wrapped his arms around me. “Where have you been?” He asked.



“Just out… I was at work.” I reply solemnly.



“And… Where exactly is that?”



“Just around…” It’s really hard lying to him!



“Fine, don’t tell me.” He pauses and breathes in loudly. “There’s something I think you should know.” He informs me.



“What?” I ask ever so agitated.



“I’ve booked you in to see a Psychologist. I’ve got it at a reasonable price, his name is Trevor Brake and he’s quite good at what he does.” Tommy tries to explain all this to me without annoying me, but that’s the first thing I feel, annoyed. “You did what?!” I shout.



“I’ve booked you in to see a Psychologist.” Tommy tells me ever so calmly.



The anger inside me boils on to the surface violently. “What’d you do that for!?” I snap.



“Why do you think Elle? You need help! Last month you tried to commit suicide. You’re out at all hours nearly every night, claiming that you’re working, half the time I don’t believe you! You lost your mother at a young age! You come home, sometimes covered in bruises. You hardly talk to me and I’m getting fed up of it! Do you know what you did in your sleep the other night?!” I shrug my head to answer his question. “In your sleep you were mumbling about something, asking something not to hurt you, and then you punched my nose! It bloody hurt! I was bleeding and everything!” I was shocked at everything he just said, in fact gob smacked! “You never told me I did that.” I say quietly, feeling quite upset.



“I just didn’t see the point of bringing it up.” There was so much tension after he said that last bit and so much silence.



The silence felt deafening, so I decided to break the ice: “I don’t need some damn therapist!” I tell him angrily.



“Yes you do.”



“No. I. Don’t!”



“Just, please go Elle.”



“NO!” There was a bitter pause.



“The appointment is at five tomorrow.” Tommy informs me.



“Well, I’m not going to show up!” I continue to be angry and stubborn.



“Yes you are!”



“No I’m not! You can’t make me! In fact, I can’t be asked with this, I’m sleeping in the spare room!” I climb out of the bed and stomp my way towards the door. “Fine, go on, just go! I’ll get a better sleep without you attacking me!” That last comment tipped me over the edge, so I just slammed the door, hard and loud. Hopefully that’ll hurt his ears!



I lay in bed just staring at the ceiling. Tommy had really annoyed and upset me tonight. If he knew the truth, then he wouldn’t make me see a Psychologist. If only he knew… But, I have to listen to David. He told me to wait till marriage to tell someone, but only if the marriage goes well. I definitely don’t see a happy marriage with Tommy coming anytime soon. I mean, we’d have to get engaged first and if we did get married, then it’d probably be filled with arguments. I hate that man sometimes! Although, he can sometimes be really nice, like the other week he bought me a box of chocolates.



Oh well, at least I’m meeting up with Christopher tomorrow, he’ll cheer me up. Christopher reminds me of Christian off Eastenders; actually, he’s just as funny and just as sexy. The only difference is that Christopher’s life is less depressing and he doesn’t seem to have problems with getting a man.



It would be a disaster if a therapist started talking to me, it would put my secret in danger and he’d think I’m crazy! He’ll probably end up sending me to the mental hospital and then how would I kill all the different types of evil in this world?! With that thought my eyes closed, to picture a demon eating my brains. YUCK! That dream seemed to last forever.



Finally, the morning came, I had toast for breakfast and Tommy sat with me. “Sorry about what happened yesterday.” His words sounded sincere and he actually was the first to apologise for once!!! “I’m sorry too; it wasn’t our best day yesterday, was it?”



“No it wasn’t, but please go though, I promise I’ll go with you, if that’ll help?”



“Ok, fine I’ll go. But you have to be in the room with me, because I just want you there. “Tommy looked happy with my answer and gave me a hug. After breakfast and conversation, I walked to town and met Christopher at the coffee shop.



We sat down at the table, with a coffee each. “Why does he think you need a Psychologist?” Christopher asked.



“Because I apparently go out for hours every night and he thinks I’m somewhere else when I’m actually at work.” I pause and think for a moment. “Ooh wait, I almost forgot, the other reason is because I’m having bad dreams, which makes me abnormal.” I explain sarcastically.



“That’s ridiculous! You do have a job; you can’t help what hours you get. Personally I think he’s jealous.” Christopher states out his opinion.



“What makes you say that?”



“I think he’s worried that you might be cheating on him.”



“I’m not!” I protest.



“Are you sure? I mean, you have done it before and I have heard a lot about this David. You going round his house and him making you cups of teas.” I am confused about whether Christopher is teasing me or being truthful. “I’m not with David, he’s got a wife.” I explain.



“Oh, so you’re his bit on the side.” He teases.



“No! He is like a father to me; in fact, he is old enough to be my father. It’d be wrong! It’s nothing like you and me years ago!”



“Ok fine.” He says bitchily and sarcastically. We both take a sip of coffee at the same time.



Christopher is wearing a lush scarf with a white vest top, to be fair, he looks good. Although, he doesn’t seem his happy self today, He looks a bit annoyed. “What’s the matter with you?” I ask.



“Nothing…” He sounds insulted.



“God, whoever he is; I’m sure he’ll call.”



“Oh please, I know he’ll call and as if I’d care about that, I can get any guy I want.” He tells me.



“Oh, really…” I say with a slight surprised, but sarcastic tone in my voice.



“Yeah, of course I can.”



“Prove it.” I smile.



“Fine, I will.” He turns his head in different directions to look at the different surroundings.



Christopher got off his chair and walked up to a guy standing by a bin. He started talking to him or flirting, I can never tell with him. After five minutes, Christopher walked back and sat with me again. “So?” I ask very interested. Christopher smiles and doesn’t say anything. He takes a sip of his coffee to keep me in suspense or to annoy me, I’m not sure. He then lay his phone down on the table to show a screen which has a number on it. “So…” He extends the two letter word. “That gorgeous guy over there, his name is Callum by the way. Well, he just gave me his number and we have a date on Thursday.” Unbelievable! How is that even possible? He just met him! “How do you do that?” I laugh.



“Well, either you’ve got it or you haven’t.” He smiles at me.



“You should teach me some tricks like that.” I reply. Christopher says nothing and drinks some more of his coffee. After we’ve finished our coffee’s, we go shopping then, after a bit more conversation, I go home.



Tommy is sat watching TV, he hears me come through the door. “Hey honey. You ready to go?” He asks instantly, before I have a chance to say anything. “Yeah, ok then.” We then walk hand in hand to the building, where we’d meet the Psychologist. Once in the building, we sit on a chair for a bit and my eyes stare at the door before me. On the door is a name, Dr Trevor Brake. This is going to be a long hour!