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Midnight

The hour was growing late. The moon already cast its pale glow over the white marble manor nestled up against the forest on two-hundred and fifteen North Pine Hollow Drive. The air was cool outside, a pleasant breeze whispered through the dark trees, causing them to creek and groan eerily in the night. Inside however, it was warm with the roar of a blazing fire. In front of the inferno, before the hearth, on an ornate faux fur rug of pure white sat a silver tray with two glasses of the deepest red wine. A single blood red rose lay carefully placed upon the tray, waiting to be brought to the nose of the recipient and fill their senses with its gentle perfume. All lights were off in the house, instead being lit by candles which cast a soft radiance into the shadows of the estate. All was silent except for the crackling flames of the fire. What was the occasion? It was the birthday of a very important person.

Dark sapphire blue eyes shone from under a black hood as their owner peered anxiously out the upstairs bedroom window down at the lawn below. 'Where is she...?' He thought, impatient to be in the company of his soon to be visitor. With a disquieted sigh, ebony cloak billowing behind him, the figure moved swiftly away from the glass and began to pace. 'She should be here by now... What's keeping her? Is she even going to show?' These thoughts ran through his head as his black leather boots made tracks in the carpet. He was starting to lose his cool. The figure's name was Damien; he was a dark furred, enigmatic, cold hearted killer. And that's the only thing that kept him alive and well. That and the idea that he had the most beautiful, most talented, most dangerous assassin at his side, always watching his back. That was who he was waiting on this evening, the one they all called The Midnight Assassin. He had planned a rather special night for her 26th birthday and intended to carry it out rain or shine.

Her name, known only to those she trusted, was Kovieah. For the past ten years she'd been the city of Arthral's most well-known, most accurate and most feared assassin. She and her faithful band of assassins kept the city safe from crime and treachery. Her job was to take down only those who cause harm to others through forces of evil or dishonesty. Nobody told her who to hit. Usually she called the shots after gathering information and studying her victims, all on her own. She worked closely with the local law enforcement and was damn good at her job and damn good at keeping hidden. She gained her nickname Midnight Assassin for she usually struck at the stroke of twelve. She never left any evidence, she was good that way. She was so good in fact that nobody knew what she looked like. Only her followers knew, and even some of them were still in the dark about their leader's appearance. Lucky for Damien however, he was in her inner circle, and believed himself to be her "favorite."

He knew to think of himself so highly and as so indispensible was dangerous, but who else in the inner circle had Kovieah practically eating from his paw. The female came to him for everything. She trusted him with her daily doings and secrets. He was her right hand man. She trusted him with her mind...and body. Oh what a wonderful thing to have the famous assassin practically throwing herself at your paws. The black pelted male smirked at the thought. She may be an excellent assassin but she, like so many others had fallen blind to the seductive forces of love and attraction. Little did she know, her trusted man had slowly been dealing dirty with some of her greatest enemies behind her back. The pay was far greater if you worked with the filth rather than the righteous. Tonight would all be part of the bigger plan to end her, to finally rid the town of her do-gooding and let the crooks, slime and pranksters come back to rule the streets. With them in charge Damien was sure to rise above them all and lead them to a glorious future. Damien chuckled. It would be all too easy after tonight to walk her right into the trap he'd laid. If all went according to plan she would be dead well before breakfast. He knew there could be complications, but he was confident enough to not have any backup placed too close to the house. After all, she did trust him. Once she was drunk, and once he had her in bed, he would know he had won. She could be feisty, but he liked to play with fire once and a while. She was just his kind of challenge. Sure he had personal interests in her, that much was clear by the hardening of his sheath inside his tight, black leather pants, but the money was much more appealing to him and so he had agreed upon the take down. He made a deal with his new partners that he would murder her as long as he got to spend one last glorious night with her. It would be a tragedy to have to kill someone so beautiful, so alive, but he was getting paid handsomely, and it wasn't like he'd not get his chance to sate his needs with her before he had to act.

Looking into the room he paced in, he smirked contently. Before him was the bed, decorated in white linens, dozens and dozens of rose petals, and surrounded by candles, the scene was perfect for his lady. She would fall for his charm and persuasiveness easily. And if not there were always the secondary methods. After all she thought he was on her side. She thought wrong. The sound of a sports car's engine revving up the cobblestone drive broke his train of thought and alerted Damien to his guest's arrival. His ears swiveled and perked. 'Showtime...' he thought as he made his way out of the candle lit bedroom and into the moonlit entryway. The sound of the doorbell chiming was his cue to put on his charming façade, which wasn't hard to do around her. But he had to stay focused, even as in his anticipation it was becoming more and more uncomfortable to walk. Pulling the large double doors open, hinges slightly creaking in protest he greeted his company. Smiling warmly he lowered his hood, gazing out upon the luscious curved figure of his dear Kovieah silhouetted in the night. His heart pounded with anticipation and lust. "Good evening beautiful."

The moon shone down on the light blonde hair of the wolf woman causing it to shine. What showed of her grey and white marked pelt also caught the night's light and turned her fur to silver. Her brilliant ice blue eyes sparkled and danced under her hood as a smile found its way upon her maw. "Damien." She said his name with a hint of amusement. "What's this all about? You told me we were going to celebrate my years casually and small, not richly and huge." She chuckled and stepped inside the house as he stepped back away from the door. "Well, I thought I'd make this birthday different than all the rest." He replied hiding a smirk and ushering her into the fire lit living room. Shrugging off her heavy cloak into Damien's paws, as soft murr rose in her throat as she quickly made herself cozy on the fur rug by the fire. Her paws kneaded into the soft hairs of the rug as she gazed at the flames. Meanwhile Damien left the room, hung up the cloaks and returned. He joined her at the hearth. "This is not one of our cousins is it?" Kovieah asked referring to the rug and Damien chuckled. "Of course not. It's fake." Smiling again he held up one of the wine glasses and she smirked back taking her own glass. Raising it up in front of his face, Damien insisted upon a toast. "To Kovieah, the greatest assassin the city of Arthral has ever seen." The woman chuckled and together they raised the glasses to their lips and drank. Setting the wine back on the tray, she then gently lifted the rose to her nose and inhaled deeply, eyes closed. "I didn't know you thought so highly of me Damien..." she opened her icy eyes, fixing him with her stare a moment which made the black male almost cringe away. 'Does she know?' he wondered and cleared his throat, giving a slightly uneasy smile.

"But of course my dear, there is no denying it, you are-" 'Were.' He thought. "- the best of the best." He chuckled and she turned away frowning. "That may be, but it doesn't mean I have to like doing what I do." She shrugged. Damien scooted closer to her and laid his dark paw over her light one. "Oh baby..." he sighed. "Such a kind heart." Kovieah snorted. "Maybe too kind." She muttered, only barely caught by Damien's ears. He glanced away from her at the fire. After a moment of awkward silence he piped up. "Are you hungry? I know it's late but I've got dinner ready in the dining room." He grinned, proudly. Everyone knew he wasn't the greatest of chefs, but this time he was sure he'd got the meal right. "It's your favorite. Spaghetti!" He nudged her shoulder making her giggle softly. "You're just spoiling me tonight aren't you?" She smiled and stood with the aid of Damien's paw. It was so nice to not have to be on alert constantly, to just spend a romantic evening with someone she liked. But she was mistaken in thinking all was well. The glass of wine she had drained contained two special drugs. One that dulled the senses, reflexes and mind while the other at same time created intense sexual urges to arouse the body. All the better for the dark male.

With his arm around her shoulder, their fur brushing, they headed into the dining room, laughing and teasing each other. Kovieah had always enjoyed Damien's company; he was fun, caring and understanding, as well as an excellent assassin. But lately she'd noticed, he seemed to be trying extra hard to be nice to her and win her favor. She knew he had a thing for her but was that truly his motive? As an assassin she'd learned to watch people and read their behaviors. So far it didn't seem that the black pelted wolf was acting oddly, but as she leaned against him, she couldn't help a feeling of foreboding that crept into her heart. Reaching the table and shrugging the feeling off, she marveled at the scene. Two bowls of fresh spaghetti were set up in silver dishware. Kovieah gasped at the display. "Damien! You're using your really good silver!" she blinked. He really was going all out tonight.

Damien chuckled. "Only for you m'lady." He mock bowed to her, causing her to laugh and swat at him. He only dodged the blow and smirked, taking his seat. Kovieah followed suit beside him, noticing that there were more blood red roses in a vase at the center of the table. As they dug in, Damien started to relax. It seemed all was going according to plan. She suspected nothing, he decided. By the time she realized that the wine was laced with a drug meant to arouse and disorient her, it would be too late. He had to hide his smirk by taking another mouthful of food.

Kovieah enjoyed the meal he had provided to graciously for her. Upon the first bite she marveled at the taste of the sauce, tagging it as something she'd never had before. She once again found herself murring strongly. "Thank you Damien, you really are wonderful." She gave his shoulder a little nuzzle. Normally she was not so open or friendly with others, but Damien, he was different, she could trust him and knew that he was a good soul. Upon first meeting him, she felt a connection with him, she liked him a lot. As she was nearing the bottom of her bowl, she suddenly felt really warm. The effects of the drug were beginning to take a hold on her. She couldn't help but squirm in her chair a little as the meal went on. She started to feel slightly light headed. She kept glancing over at Damien, who seemed oblivious to her discomfort. Before she knew it, her thoughts were racing and her body was on fire. She wondered vaguely why she felt so strongly so suddenly. She'd never felt this way this strongly before. She wanted him, and she wanted him right then and there. But she did her best to focus.

She could have sworn she saw Damien smirk as she twisted her last fork full of noodles onto the fork and brought it to her mouth. Just then she felt the gentle sliding of his paw travelling up her thigh. "Something wrong?" he asked smoothly, his eyes dancing. Kovieah blushed and crossed her legs under the table. "I...I..." she began but broke off unable to form a real answer. Damien just chuckled knowingly and slid his paw further up her leg. Meanwhile, his own discomfort was growing. His sheath was swelling rapidly, the tip of his throbbing pink shaft emerging. He had to get her up stairs immediately.

Upon finishing his meal, he smiled and took her paw, his other paw still resting high up on her thigh. "Did you enjoy your dinner?" he asked softly and as casually as he could. She whined softly, eyes blazing. "Stop with the simple talk, and get your ass over here!" she groaned and panted softly. Her extreme desire permeated the air causing him to start to lose control. He smirked. "Bedroom?" He asked and in response the usually cold and quiet woman leapt at him hungry for his body. Yelping, startled, Damien only just barely caught her, his chair falling back, his head just missing the floor. He churred deeply as right there on the dining room floor Kovieah began to undress him, her swift agile fingers undoing the buttons of his long sleeved white shirt. She growled lustfully and practically ripped the shirt from his torso and tossed it aside, her paws lunging for his pants, even as Damien kicked off his heavy boots. Chuckling his own eyes ablaze with passion, he wished that this state hadn't had to be induced by drugs.

The woman whined and moaned with need, but as she worked to yank off the dark male's pants a thought came to mind. 'How come I've never felt so strongly before? Why did this come on so suddenly?' she continued to murr, but confusion and doubt began to crowd her mind. However, her body's needs were desperate, and she could not ignore them. Damien, with his trousers half down his legs lifted Kovieah into his strong arms, pressing her against his muscled frame, causing her to gasp quietly by his ear. She could feel his bulging sheath through that last layer of fabric which was his underwear. She growled again, digging her claws into his shoulders and fixed him with her hungry gaze. The confusion in her head was growing stronger. 'Why am I doing this? This wasn't planned was it?' she wondered, too disoriented, too lost in passion to understand or connect events that lead to this state. She doubted herself, the mix between her own true feelings and the drug caused feelings for Damien conflicted, but she couldn't comprehend it.

Holding her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, Damien stepped free of his pants and started towards the stairs. As he went, he began undressing her as well. She aided him in taking off her black silk dress shirt, raising her arms over her head as he pulled the fabric up and off, flinging it aside. His fingers then deftly unclasped her bra and slipped the lacey thing off and flung it away too, exposing her luscious, engorged breasts. He groaned inwardly at the sight and reached a paw forward to squeeze gently at the tender flesh. She gave a soft gasp as he did this, causing his aching member to jump a little in his boxers. He smiled and she once again began to forcefully kiss him, her muzzle pressed to his in heated passion, her tongue darting in and out of his maw. As he kissed her Damien found he was pleased with how well the drug was working on her. He almost wished he didn't have to kill her now, and that he could enjoy her for the rest of the night. But money was money, and he had a deal, the poor bitch would never know what was coming.

Reaching the white bedroom, the scent of lust and roses in the air, Damien dropped the she wolf onto the petal strewn bed with a growl. Kovieah giggled and sprawled back against the pillows, topless, but still in need of being stripped entirely. The black wolf pounced with a wicked grin, pinning the sex craving female's arms above her head with one paw and at the same time, pulling off her black mini skirt and lacey black panties. With a sharp intake of breath he looked down upon her naked form and without wasting any more time, unceremoniously yanked down his boxers and hovered over her with a needing look on his face. "Oh baby...you...you're gorgeous..." he practically moaned, his exposed shaft throbbing almost painfully. This was the first time he'd ever been this intimate with her. Kovieah murred deeply, eyes burning with lust and hunger. Still pinned she rubbed her hips up against Damien's teasing him and causing a shiver to run down his spine. He gave her a smoldering look before baring his teeth and releasing her arms, replacing his paws onto her hips and lifting them up, his thick cock dripping with pre, poised and ready at her warm moist slit. Kovieah's eyes were bright, her breaths coming in soft gasps, she was ready. Leaning forward he placed a kiss upon her lips before, without warning, thrusting into her. His ten and a half inch shaft penetrated deep into her, hilting with his tip just past her cervix. Kovieah gasped and cried out in pleasure, her paw reaching up to draw him close to her body as he lifted her hips and began to pump into her slow at first, but rapidly gaining speed.

Nothing mattered to Kovieah anymore except him and the pleasure he gave her. Every thrust was pure ecstasy, each movement bringing her closer and closer to the edge. And for Damien all that mattered was that he didn't lose focus. Every sound she made, every contraction of her muscles around his length as he made his strokes in and out of her drove him nuts. It made it very hard for him to keep control; he had to remember what he was meant to do this night. He could feel her growing hotter; see the flush of pink beneath her cheek fur and at her lower abdomen. And he could see the contorted expression of pleasure upon her face. He smiled down at her and growled deeply keeping his hard, fast pace, determined to make her cum, and do so powerfully. His cock stroked easily in and out of her pussy, each movement bringing indescribable pleasure to both parties. Kovieah's eyes fluttered and closed, her maw parted in soft pleasured gasps. "Oh Damien..." She moaned and her claws dug firmly into the dark male's back. This earned her a deep groan from him which succeeded in making her chuckle a little. No thoughts interrupted her bliss now. All that mattered was him. Kovieah wrapped her legs around Damien's waist and tugged him closer, wanting him ever deeper inside her. Her slick walls contracted and relaxed rhythmically over his length even as his own knot began to inflate and grow. It popped softly in and out of her, heightening the pleasure she felt. Every fiber of Damien's being screamed for release, he wanted to claim her as his own, make her his. Meanwhile Kovieah was growing closer to climax, her breaths became fast and uneven, and she was going to cum.

Damien ran his paws over her beautiful body trailing his nails against her skin, her sleek fur now damp with sweat. He reached forward and groped at both of her breasts, moaning at the feel of them giving beneath his paws. He bowed his head to them and curled his lips around the sensitive nubs of her nipples and suckled softly, his tongue swirling over them slowly. She cried out and writhed beneath him, nothing making sense, the world blurred and hot. In and out, in and out Damien's thick shaft slid into her sex. So close, oh so close. Panting and crying out Kovieah suddenly reached the edge of pure ecstasy. Damien, feeling her body tense beneath him smirked, panting himself, beaded with sweat whispered in her ear sensually. "Cum...cum for me baby..."

With a feral growl Damien rammed himself as deep as he could into his partner, his knot stretching her entrance wide just as she threw back her head and howled. Her body trembled and flushed red under her light fur as her inner walls clamped down, locking and tying the two wolves together. Damien howled out loud with a snarl as he too found the edge and was pushed over it by Kovieah's own orgasm. Jets of hot cum spattered inside of her filling her womb and making the two groan and writhe together. Clinging to Damien and panting Kovieah rode out her pleasure and at last relaxed, trying to catch her breath. "Oh Damien...Ohhh..." she closed her eyes and sighed contently. Damien let his own triumphant smile hide itself behind a sigh of his own. While she was worn down, it was time for him to act. He slowly settled himself over her, covering her body with his own. She murred as she rested, unaware of the danger she was in. Smirking Damien slowly slipped a paw under the pillows. When he drew back, in his paw was a sliver dagger. The polished metal glinted in the dim candle light and Damien's eyes suddenly went cold. He carefully repositioned, his teeth bared.

Kovieah felt extremely relaxed, her limbs felt heavy and a warm, a hazy smile sat upon her lips. With her eyes closed she was completely oblivious to all Damien was doing. She sighed again just as Damien spoke, his voice cool and somehow different that his smooth, gentle tone of before. "You know Kovieah... I think I'm in love with you..." He narrowed his eyes, gazing down at her beautiful body. He wished it didn't have to be this way, but the money he would get for her death would be worth it. Kovieah smiled more and nodded thickly. "Mmm...I love you too babe." She responded without thinking. Smirking, sure she was too far gone to retaliate; Damien drew the dagger and lifted it poised over her heart. "...But you know, sometimes when you love someone, you gotta let them go..." He murmured and clicked his teeth. Kovieah suddenly felt something was wrong. She began to slowly flutter open her eyes, still in a sort of trance like state after the sex. "What do you--"she broke off seeing the blade hovering above her. She knew she would not be able to get out of this one. Everything suddenly became clear. First she frowned, saddened by his betrayal. She met his eyes with emotion glimmering in them. She had been right. Now she was too weak to fight back. "Why Damien...why?" Kovieah asked softly, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Damien just coldly laughed and grabbed a pawful of her blonde hair, yanking back her head and exposing her neck. She gave a soft cry, and a low growl. "Don't you know, money makes the world go around Kovieah...and I'll be getting paid far more than you ever could give me for this!" He snarled darkly and Kovieah nodded slightly. "I see... I thought I could trust you, but I realize now this was all for show, you were playing me the whole time!" She snarled deeply, angry now. Even though she knew she would die this night, she wouldn't go without at least trying to fight back.

Gathering what little energy she had left she yowled and sat up quickly, swiftly raising her paw through the air attempting to knock the blade from Damien's paw while the other drew back punched him in the nose and then went for his throat. The black wolf snarled and wrenched free of her hold his nose bleeding, and slashed the dagger across her chest making her yelp, blood trickling from the deep gash. "You are a monster!" Kovieah spat and Damien laughed. "You should have figured that out sooner baby." Whining softly Kovieah tried to knee the male in the groin but with her reaction times slowed he dodged her easily. "It's no use now Kovieah just lay back and we'll get this over with." He frowned. "Go fuck yourself!" Kovieah snarled and tried again. With a flash of sharp white teeth, Kovieah locked her jaws into Damien's arm. Crying out harshly he yanked her back down by the hair, her teeth tearing his flesh and pressed her back into the bed. "Now now, none of that." He scolded, blood and pain emanating from the wound. He smirked and pinned the gray wolfess beneath him, the blade at her neck.

Panting Kovieah shook from the effort, tears still rolling down her face. She closed her eyes. So at last someone had gotten the best of her. She wished she'd never loved at all. Damien was nothing more than a traitor. How could she have been so stupid? "Any last words?" Damien's cold voice sounded by her ear. Kovieah just sighed. "Did you ever really love me?" She asked quietly. The dark male knew the true answer, but couldn't find it in himself to say it. He was too far gone. "No." He lied and then the blade slit her throat, blood pouring from the wounds, soaking the white linens. As the light left her eyes Kovieah sputtered one last thing. "Go to hell..." She hissed venomously and Damien grinned darkly leaning back as she bled out, her body convulsing and then going still. She was gone. "I can't. I have a restraining order." He murmured and turned away from the lingering hurt expression on her tragically beautiful face.

At last he had completed his task. Checking her pulse and finding none Damien wiped off his blade and stepped off the bed, dressing, bandaging his wound and cleaning up. A tiny part of him regretted everything he'd just done but it wasn't enough to change his mind. Not that he could now anyway. No expression met his features as he donned his cloak and prepared to flee the city and meet up with his new band of rogues. He would be wanted now and someone would soon find Kovieah's body. But he would be long gone and much much richer by then. It would be nothing but a memory. He would climb in the world off assassins and be seen for the formidable enemy he was. Nothing would stand in his way. He smirked as he closed the door to the mansion behind him. Flipping his hood up over his head he headed off into the darkness just as the clock struck twelve. It was midnight, and the Midnight Assassin was dead.