Intro Post To Neurotic Libido
Tying his long black blue hair back into a tight pony tail, no strands sticking out, he was perched outside the room of his next victim. “Alraza Londonderry.” he whispered, pulling his mask onto the bridge of his nose. His cerulean right eye shown, while the smoky grey left eye glowed in the moonlight, before being covered by a patch. He then jumped to the window sill carefully. The window was open, he found this almost a little too good to be true. Either the prince knew of him coming, or he was that gullible to danger whilst his name was uttered in the country of Ireland. Slithering himself talent into the room, he looked around to spot a rising and falling lump on the bed. Asleep or so he thought. Neurotic- his name was. He did this job for a living. He was Zaden Valgoury by day, but Neurotic by night. The assassin that Ireland feared. Uttering his name, would indefinitely ensure the death of that particular victim. Why was he here? Well, a greedy younger brother wanted to knock his older brother, off the running for the throne. He usually got the typical aristocratic family overthrowing of power, brothers against other brothers. He found it a bit droll over time, but then the reward was worth it.
In full honesty, Neurotic barely knew anything about the Londonderry family, especially the older and soon to be King. He knew nothing. Then again, he was rarely in this area of Ireland. He never seen the prince, he barely heard of him until a couple of days ago, and only knew about him through the women and homosexual men that would want to take him into their own bedroom. A bit lowbrow so he thought, considering a Prince really shouldn't be tramp. But hey, what did he know about Monarchs aside from the occasional back stab and divorce?
Crossing through the room, each step elegant and silent- like the true assassin within him. He approached the bed with caution, looking down to see if the boy was still breathing. He reached his hand to brush against Egyptian cotton blankets, the most sensual and relaxing feeling in the world. He wondered if the boy was really asleep.
Word Count: 375
In full honesty, Neurotic barely knew anything about the Londonderry family, especially the older and soon to be King. He knew nothing. Then again, he was rarely in this area of Ireland. He never seen the prince, he barely heard of him until a couple of days ago, and only knew about him through the women and homosexual men that would want to take him into their own bedroom. A bit lowbrow so he thought, considering a Prince really shouldn't be tramp. But hey, what did he know about Monarchs aside from the occasional back stab and divorce?
Crossing through the room, each step elegant and silent- like the true assassin within him. He approached the bed with caution, looking down to see if the boy was still breathing. He reached his hand to brush against Egyptian cotton blankets, the most sensual and relaxing feeling in the world. He wondered if the boy was really asleep.
Word Count: 375