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The room was dark and dingy. It gave off a weird smell… the kind of smell you get when leaves get drenched in water and are left to rot. The kind of raw leafy smell you get that sticks to your nose. There was a dim orange light dangling from the low ceiling. Underneath was a tall glass tank, tall enough to fit a human. And that is exactly what it held.

The male form submerged into the tank was tall and lanky. He had dirty blonde hair and a pair of deep dark scars across his shoulder blades. He had a tube connecting him to a respirator that kept him alive by supplying oxygen.

A pair of heels could be heard clanking outside the door. The door opened to reveal a tall woman with tan skin and a pair of orange 6-inch heels. She closed the door behind her and moved to inspect the man in the tank. “wings… wings were what made you arrogant. You thought you could fly away to freedom, didn’t you?” She smiled, revealing a row of sharp teeth.

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"This is the only time I am giving you tips, I tell ya." The tall guy moved to sit on the top of the car with another guy about four inches shorter than him. He was clad in a pair of dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, a black leather jacket and a pack of arrows at his back. The shorter one chuckled

"That's what you say every single time!"

"Well, this time I mean it man."

"Surree..."

He spotted the man he was looking for entering the bar. "Thanks for the tip, I will repay you by buying you beer until you pass out." The shorter one gave a smile, picked up his bow and took off in the direction of the bar.

He sauntered into the bar and took a casual seat near the door to make sure his target doesn't escape. It was a little strange to see someone with a bow and a quiver of arrows walk into a bar but people there have seen stranger things over time that they didn't pay much attention to him.

Good.

The less attention he draws to himself the better.

He sat there waiting for what felt like an hour while his target was busy getting drunk. He looked around to check if there were any familiar faces. Unfortunately, he found none. He worked the kinks in his neck and he saw a flash of red across the room. Red usually meant blood in his world, he was on high alert.

He saw a tall woman in a skin-tight red dress walk into the bar like she owned the place. She walked with her head held up. She had the confidence to rival a princess. Maybe she was one. He couldn't see her face in the darkness but he could almost easily predict that she was beautiful. And then she stepped into the light.

Her flaming red hair caught the attention of almost everyone in the bar. She looked like she was straight out of one of the mythologies that he had read as a child. Her long hair flowed past her waist and when she walked, her heels clicked on the floor.

He had definitely done justice to her when he had called her beautiful. She had pasty white skin that almost glowed in the dull light of the bar. She sat on one of the high chairs at the bar and waited. There was almost pin-drop silence in the room. People were busy watching her instead of the drinks.

Now that is a surprise! So, there is a woman who can stop these goons from drinking.

She turned around and caught his eyes. They were brown and... mystifying. She held his eyes with a steady gaze and refused to look away until he did. She was confident!

He smirked at her and gave her a slight nod of acknowledgment. She raised one of her brows and smirked back at him. She rubbed her neck with one of her hands and broke the staring match. By now he was openly staring. He wanted to catch her eye a second time. I mean who wouldn't? She was gorgeous!

But she never turned around again. So he decided to go back to watching his target. Which was.. GONE!

The man had vanished.

Dammit, if only I wasn't gawking at that woman. Shit.

He got up and frantically looked around to see if the man had sat somewhere else. He went over to where the bathrooms were situated and checked inside. There was no sign on him in there either. He ran out to the bar to see if he had passed out from all the alcohol. He caught the woman looking at him.

She gave him a sultry smile.

Oh no, he really didn't have time for this. Damn it all!

He went up to her and said "You're very very attractive but I truly do not have time for this." he spots the man from the corner of his eyes and runs out ignoring the woman.

By the time he was done pushing his way across angry drunk guys, his target had left.

No.

He had been following this man for almost a month now. He was going to lose his advance payment. It was a hefty sum. Today was the perfect opportunity for nabbing him and he had totally failed. All because of a woman! A very hot woman.

His brain chose to warn him 'don't you dare go back in there man. She's the reason you got distracted.' He chose to ignore the rational part of his brain and went back inside the bar to look for the nameless woman.

He went in, exhausted from all the running around for a month.

A long sigh escaped him.

She was gone! What in the world? There was absolutely no sign of her. There wasn't even a sign of her ordering a drink. He decided to ask the bartender.

"Hello, did you know where the woman in the red dress went? With red hair?"

"Oh! She left by the time you ran out. She left just after you stepped out. I thought she came out to meet you."

"Oh, okay. I guess I missed her. Thank you though."

'That's odd.'

He stepped out to see if she was anywhere nearby. There was no sign of her. He instinctually began looking for her footprints. After all, he is a hunter and it's what he does. He suddenly realizes that he is being a creep and stops.

She left just after you stepped out.

He stopped walking.

The bartender's voice echoed in his mind.

She hadn't ordered a single drink. She wasn't there to meet anyone. She didn't speak to anyone. She hasn't even made eye contact with anyone in the bar other than him.

She was a distraction.

He helped him escape. Oh, he had been so stupid!

Beautiful women were always dangerous in his line of work. He should've realized this sooner.

He walked back along the same path looking for her footprints. His eyes sharpened and everything around him came into hyper-focus. He chose to zone out everything else other than her footprints. There was none.

She wore high heels and her feet were small. There was no way he can't find her footprints among these drunkards who had a sloppy walk with all the drinking they did. Her walk was crisp and on point. Like a woman on a mission.

How did he miss these obvious signs? Was it because she was attractive? No. he had dealt with attractive targets before but nothing had distracted him as much as she had. She obviously had planned this.

It was her eyes. They were warm. He had never seen anyone ever involved with him or his targets have warm eyes. Neither the hunter nor the prey.

He tried scenting the air for any kind of feminine perfume. But all he could smell was vomit and alcohol and sweat from the men. He turned his nose out.

Sometimes his gifts were a pain.

So. He decided to conclude that the woman had obviously helped the target. And she had done a pretty great job.

Now what?