I would start off by saying historically, I have a bad record of mishaps and mistakes when it comes to vampires, but that wouldn't be entirely accurate. Change the terminology around, and I think it would be reasonable to say that recently my track record has been marred by mistakes made unconsciously by me, if not entirely directed by outside influence. Meetings, "hits", and exterminations had been unfortunately miscalculated... There you go, another 'mis'. I found myself getting increasingly sick of what looked like a wake of personal mistakes, when I hadn't been given full disclosure of information on what were supposed marks, but hesitant to do a whole hell of a lot about it, considering the lack of disclosure had to come from a source that wanted one of my miscalculations to mean a personal end. Instead, the realization that someone might want me dead pushed me ever closer to finding a solution, and drowning the hesitation.

A part of me felt like treading water, and simply ceasing to exert any kind of predatory behavior that would render others dead. The other parts? They were undecided, ruling more of a democracy instead of the authoritarian rule that my brain generally fell under. I usually found myself united, full steam ahead, and more than a hundred percent full throttle. But now? If I made a move in one direction, one side of me said that I could wind up like the body I was having particular trouble desintigrating: (hopefully on his part) dead, rotting, drained of blood, and abandoned in a leech infested area. All parts of me hadn't united on the decision to involve someone else, especially a vampire I didn't want to trust, but y'know... There's a term for that: fuck it. I didn't want to do the work myself because supernatural bodies were harder to turn to dust than human bodies, and that limited me a larger amount than I wanted to admit. Involving someone else gave me a greater opportunity to succeed in the finality of the man that I was supposed to kill; a far greater opportunity, and at the hands of a fucking vampire.

I don't know what possessed me to allow the subcontractor position to exist, but the democratic, ruling party of my being had suggested that in interest of self preservation, it was more than necessary. The terrorist faction? Yeah, that part of me was getting ready to wage some kind of jihad and commit all kinds of acts of demolition I could possibly muster. That same terrorist faction was getting ready to stage a coup and over throw my reason, suggesting I should find the vampire I'd hired and do away with him, too. Instead of waiting at the seedy bar we had discussed, I finished my drink and left a bland tip for the bartender before scooting my ass out the back exit.

Instinct told me that he wouldn't follow our plans to a t. Okay, my plans. Being the authoritarian ruler that I was, I had given him guidelines that I wanted followed, but let's be real. The leach would do as he felt, and I hoped my instinct was right in that he would take the body elsewhere to dispose of it in his favorite manner. It wasn't long before the shadows of the alleys in the seedy part of the city where the bar had been located ebbed away and were taken over by the towering shadows of trees that surrounded a remote graveyard. The air always felt different, to me, when supernatural creatures were around. I don't know if that's because their bodies weren't necessarily natural to the earth that I found so familiar, or what the hell ever, but it often left a bitter taste in my mouth that I was more than eager to remove.

By the edge of the trees, the landscape was covered with innumerous shapes of headstones, littering the darkness with the tell-tale metallic of the granite or metallica hidden in the stones. Here, you could almost taste the musk of decaying bodies while the air was riddled with a heaviness brought on not only by the darkness of night, but by the still silence that filled it. I took a deep breath, exhaling to appreciate the visible evidence of my breath. The visual reminded me I hadn't had a cigarette since leaving the bar, which made a different part of me want to reward myself with one. Instead, I slid my hands into my pockets to keep my fidgeting fingers still and remove the nicotine temptation. It was easier said than done, and I wound up closer to the woods on the opposite side of the graveyard with the cigarette between my lips, the smoke emanating in that same heavy, thick air.

I saw his form before the body near him, and inwardly felt a sense of pride. I had known he was going to be here, which drew a smile to my lips. The vampire I'd hired didn't seem like that much of a waste of flesh as he was clearly successful. I'd realized, slowly, that maybe I had been played and he had managed to draw â€"me- here. While I wanted to be mad, I nearly couldn't be, finding a smirk tugging the corners of my lips.

"I really don't like admitting this," I said, my voice slow and deliberate as I made my way into the shadows where the body was, and the vampire. " I hate vampires. But you're pretty impressive for an unnatural leech."

There. That was a nice compliment for a job well done, right?