Silver Flash - Hand of Death 1

Greetings Loved Ones, 

Time for this weeks Silver Flash! For those of you who follow Foxe and Hund, never fear my luscious cops will be back again. But this week I'm beginning a new story entitled The Hand of Death. This is a m/m paranormal romance, in quite a different universe. 


For a while now I've had a vampire whispering in my ear and so begins Aaron's story. I hope you'll enjoy it.


Wishing you Love and Butterflies
Sui lynn~~

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Hand of Death 1 - 11/16/11


Aaron

I’ve been sitting up here in this damn tree for hours and although June is busting out all over, the heavy cloud cover is the only thing allowing it. I must say that this really isn’t any hardship. It’s a rarity when I can be outside during the daylight hours and not fear for my life. There are very few things I’m naturally afraid of, and the sun is one of them; something that’ll undoubtedly chase after me for all of my remaining days. I’m a vampire and that lethal star is both abhorred and revered by my kin.

Who am I? You may well ask. I’ve been many things in my time, but suffice it to say I’m a predator, an animal. I’m everything your mother ever told you to be afraid of in the dark. I’m a cold blooded killer. Quite literally. Since my body doesn’t create its own blood, my body temperature is lower than most. Not that you’d want to get close enough to check. Those that do are usually at death’s door—at my hand.

Killer—yes, without a doubt. I don’t harbor mercy. I don’t succumb to begging. If you’re before me and if you’re in my hands, your death is assured.

Assassin—yes. It’s my job. I’m one of ten. Each of us a different race. Trained to remove the worst of the worst from society. No questions asked. No hesitation. No thought. I am one of the Hands of Death. They call me Snake. It may not be what my mother named me, but these days I don’t think of my mother much.

So I’m enjoying the morning in a way I rarely have the opportunity to do. The sky’s heavily overcast, threatening rain, but it’s yet to be unleashed upon the populace. Today’s target is Sebastian Fallon—he’s a human with a little fae blood in him. He’s believed to be a wizard. They say he’s been kidnapping children and virgins and sacrificing them at the edge of the forest, outside the city. He’s been attempting to draw the unicorns from within out into the open where he can kill them for their horns and body parts. So far he’s destroyed seven of the majestic creatures.

Most families in the area have been warned, but this is the city and children are the weak and helpless. They’re the easiest prey to take down, especially amongst the unwanted and the poor. The parents know there’s a serial killer who’s after their children on the loose, but it’s just another day in someone else’s life. Humans are practically herd beasts in their capacity to look the other way. Most don’t even realize the world is full to the brim with the paranormal around them running amok, yet they see nothing.

A car pulls into the park. I’m here just to do a bit of recon. If he sticks to his schedule, he’ll be in the park picking up ‘tweens and then staking them as sacrifices at the edge of the forest in two days’ time. I need to see his operation so I can take care of him and possibly give the cleanup crew the whereabouts of his stash of kids for rescue. I don’t do rescue. I kill. I’m not soft and squishy enough for rescue… I bite.

The black SUV pulls up to the edge of the curb and I watch as two men in business suits and sunglasses climb out of the cab. Sunglasses—on a day like today? Even I’m not wearing sunglasses and I’m a fuckin’ vampire for God’s sake. What the fuck?

They drag a young man from the back seat—I recognize my target immediately. They untie his hands, but he’s wearing silver bracelets which I know will inhibit him from using his full powers. Even from the photo of the target, I knew he’d be beautiful. Maybe it’s the fae blood… maybe not. But to say a more stunning man has ever been born would be a lie.

“Please, Nathan. Not again. I don’t want to.”

“You know what the boss said, Bastian. Nothing’s changed. Do your job and I’ll take you back to your rooms.”

“But Nathan, they’re babies. I can’t keep doing this.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Is my target pleading not to do the deeds he’s been accused of? Mine not to question why. I’m just supposed to kill and not think. But…

That’s when I see the resigned look on the man’s face, his sad eyes surveying the playground, as a tear slides down his cheek.

“Get out there and just do it already. Then I’ll take care of you.” The man on the left—Mr. Sunglasses—laughs,  then gives the man a push toward the children. He pauses and looks back, which is when I see something I’d never thought to see in this lifetime. As the man trembles, white wings appeared at his back. Oh fuck! It isn’t fae blood flowing through this man’s veins, it’s angel. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. His wings have been clipped so severely there’s no way the man can even hover, yet it does nothing to detract from the beauty of what he appears to be.


This is clearly a mistake. Someone has done fucked up big time. This man needs rescuing as much as the kids do. As an angel, he’s the perfect innocence magnet. Children would flock to him without hesitation, and he’d be forced to lead them to their death. This can’t be happening. I watch in disbelief as he walks barefoot into the center of the park and begins to sing. It’s like watching the most beautiful of moments colliding with the worst clusterfuck of a train wreck I’d ever imagined. I move as only one of my kind can. I hover behind the SUV, the sound of his voice freezing me in my tracks. A more beautiful sound I’ve never heard in my life.

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