Tamzin had been watching the witch for a couple days, studying her, getting to know her habits and schedule. Her schedule wasn't a set one from what the blonde could tell, but she followed her nonetheless. She was after all very thorough, which is part of the reason why people would hire her. Tamzin was a Dark Hunter, and though many worked in a group the blonde firecracker preferred to work alone as an assassin. It was a job she did very well, and to this day she had never been caught. Even if she did get caught one day though, she had more than enough strategy to convince them she was an innocent bystander. It didn't take much to convince people nowadays, everyone was more than happy to turn the other way especially if it benefitted them. It was something she understood about people, they were always looking out for themselves, to hell with the rest of the world. Hell, it was her policy as well; as long as she could survive she didn't give a damn about anything else.

Today was the day; she could feel it in her bones. Besides, she promised to have it done in a week or less, and she always kept her word. Especially when a big payday would come from it, and this was a big one. She never questioned why people wanted others dead, it didn't matter to her one way or the other. She didn't even care if she had to kill a human, but that was looked down upon so she tried to keep it to a minimum. Lucky for her, most of the people that hired her were human and needed some supernatural beastie killed. Tamzin rather enjoyed making the world a little bit safer, as a Dark Hunter it was her duty, and she never disappointed. Most of the time she would get a bonus for the jobs she did and money was one thing the woman never turned down.

A deep breath was drawn in then released as she leaned against a car a few houses down from her mark's own home. She was watching the house because the second the woman left it was on and Tamzin would make her move. It was then she saw the door open and the woman stepped out into the cold and headed down the street. Tamzin started to follow her, staying far enough back so as not to make the brunette suspicious. She was a pretty thing though, at least from what Tamzin could see of her. The picture she was given wasn't a very good one, a little out of focus, but there was enough information in the file to get her here. It didn't matter because this woman that she only knew as S.D. was going to enjoy her last day on this world in the bitter cold.

Her black combat boots made no noise on the icy concrete; the only noise that could be heard was a soft swish of clothing. She was too far away for the mark to hear her, but even so she continued her silent steps. Her legs were covered by a pair of denim skinny jeans that disappeared into her boots which allowed her freedom of movement, something much needed in her line of work. Her upper body was covered by a black leather jacket that was zipped up over a white long sleeve thermal. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a neat bun, her eyes outlined by black eyeliner which was the only make-up on her face. Tamzin wasn't one of those girls who felt the need to get completely dolled up, so she usually kept it simple.

She looked innocent enough, but looks were very deceiving. Underneath her jacket and over her thermal rest a holster that held a gun on the left hand side with specially made silver bullets that had her symbol, a bleeding rose, engraved on the side. On the left there was a rather lethal looking blade that was twelve inches long, steel mixed with some silver. She preferred to keep it simple, but she did have more heavy duty weapons stashed in her current home. She only brought those out when jobs were going to be difficult, and one witch definitely wasn't difficult to her. A bullet or knife could kill them just as they could kill a human, the only difference was that sometimes they had magic to aid them. Either way, she knew this kill was going to be a success, the woman didn't look like she was much of a fighter.

When Tamzin saw where the witch was headed, a small smile appeared on her lips. The woods meant that there wouldn't be any chance of someone seeing her, and even less of a chance of someone coming to aid the soon to be dead witch. Her speed picked up slightly and she waited at the tree's lining for a couple seconds before making her way through the trees. The cold seemed harsher here, she could feel it biting at her cheeks, and something about it thrilled her. The cold made her feel alive; it always had even when she was a teenager. She quickly pushed the thoughts away though, she didn't need any distractions.

Once the woman stopped and started searching through the snow, she stepped behind a rather thick tree trunk and watched her for a couple seconds. The witch had no idea she was being watched and even less of an idea that she had been followed, at least that's what it seemed like. The woman seemed far more concerned with finding some herb or other, and with her back turned to Tamzin it was now or never. The assassin slowly unzipped her coat, not wanting this S.D. to hear it and then she stepped out from behind the tree. Her feet were shoulder width apart as icy blue eyes slowly took in the form of the witch now that she was closer. Then with no sound she lunged at the brunette, one hand shot out and grabbed her silky hair and the other pulled her blade from its spot.

With a quick forceful jerk she threw the woman to the ground, and within a couple seconds was atop her straddling her hips. The blade was held at the woman's throat and she grinned down at her evilly as their eyes finally met. Tamzin's face shifted from a look of cruelty to confusion and disbelief as she looked down into the face of her victim. It was someone from her past, and the last person she ever expected to have been hired to kill.

"Sera?"

She said barely above a whisper, the disbelief evident in her voice. This changed things, Serafina was like a little sister to her when she was younger, and though they hadn't seen each other and talked in years the woman still had a spot in her heart. That couldn't matter though, she was paid to do a job, and it had to be finished no matter who was on the other side of her blade. Tamzin pressed the blade into the woman's neck slightly, but still not hard enough to do more than cause a small non-fatal cut. That depended on the sensitivity and thickness of one's skin, and from what she remembered Serafina wasn't one easily marked up.

"Fuck."