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Perfectly Star-Crossed


by Victoria Rose


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Chapter One: Introduction


How much is a human life worth to you? Do you value a person's existence? I never have. When I look at people, I don't feel compassion. I don't want to know anybody's story or why they do the things that they do. I don't care how other people feel. I don't believe that there is good in anybody, I have had too much experience that tells me differently. That is why they chose me. That is why they always choose me.


We have this deal going on. I do what they ask, and they give me everything I could ever want or need. I have a sweet condo, clothes that are fitted especially for me, exquisite jewelry, food and anything else that my little heart desires.


What do I have to do for this luxury? I just have to pretend to be somebody I'm not. I've never really had a true identity so it's not that hard. I am paid to hurt people in the worst way imaginable; emotionally. And guess what, I don't feel the least bit bad about it. Part of me actually enjoys it.


So, here is how it works: A tall guy (pervert) in a black suit and sunglasses delivers a red envelope to me. It doesn't matter what I am doing, he will interrupt it which really ticks me off. Anyway, the envelope has a letter in it, explaining to me "my" past, a birth certificate, social security card, photo ID, and a credit card in my new name. The letter would also have a picture included of the main subject and the task at hand.


How did I get myself into this? It's a long story, but I will try and make it short. My parents were murdered when I was seven; eleven years ago. They got involved with the wrong people and screwed them over. Sadly, I wasn't the least bit remorseful. My parents were never the nicest people. I wasn't taken care of: starved, beaten and used as a subject in porn videos, I was only good for money that they could make. Sometimes, instead of selling videos they would sell me. It isn't pleasant having old, fat and smelly men using you in whatever way they pleased.


So, the guy shoots my parents and was about to do me in when he stops and takes a closer look at me. Out of all the things I've been cursed with in this life, bad looks is not one of them. I am actually quite attractive, and that isn't being prideful, it's just a fact.


I stand at the height of five feet and seven inches. I have a curvy yet toned figure, which I have found has excellent advantages. My skin is light with a pink tint and absolutely flawless, my parents must have had good skin genes because even at the prime age of eighteen I have never had a single zit. The only imperfection on my skin is a light pink birthmark below my navel. My face is heart shaped, high cheekbones that are prominent are one of my favorite features. My hair is a rich auburn and falls to my waist in loose curls. My eyes are large and they change between blue and green, most often in the middle, leaving a unique aqua color. My eyelashes are long and thick, no need for mascara. Everything is evenly proportioned, a small, straight nose just above a full mouth and a dimple in my left cheek.


I hope I painted my picture well enough for you. Anyway, I guess the guy saw potential, even at such a young age. So he brought me to the boss who developed a soft spot for me. He had no daughters of his own and so he took me in as one. Fortunately for me, when he died and his son, who is four years older than I am, took over the business he held a soft spot as well. Although his interest in me is significantly different than his father's.


His father loved me as his own daughter. He would take me places, he showed me how to use a gun, taught me how to gamble, how to kill without leaving evidence, and sometimes though it was rare, would take me out for ice-cream.


The son, Derek, lusted for me. He claimed he had loved me his whole life. He had always gone with his father and me. He said the day that I learned how to always shoot to kill, I stole his heart. He wanted to marry me so I would never have to work again. He didn't understand how or why that I actually liked my job. My work is what I live for. I get to start new every time. I'm not Delilah anymore. I don't come from a shitty past. Every job I get, I am a normal girl with a normal life, out to scorn any man or woman who gets to close. Anyway, if I married him, he would not want me anymore. I would live a boring and secluded life, void of any excitement and no way to get out. I never want that. I was born to be on my own.


But the last mission I received; it changed my life. And that is where my story begins.




Chapter Two: The Mission


There is absolutely nothing better than a hot bath. There is nothing so relaxing and refreshing as being submersed in hot water with bubbles and the smell of your favorite scent surrounding you. I always take a bath before bed. That is where I found myself when the red envelope was delivered. I sighed as the man walked in without even knocking. I hated that guy.


"Good evening, Miss Delilah," his voice was deep and I am sure that if he didn't annoy me so much I would have found it attractive. His eyes were hidden behind the dark sunglasses, but I could feel his gaze scan my body as well as it could considering the glasses and the bubbles.


"Do you pick these moments to visit me strategically Freddie?" His mouth twitched as he tried to hide a smile. I glared at him. He was lucky I didn't have a gun in my hand and that Derek would be extremely upset if I killed him. But he wouldn't always be that fortunate.


"No Miss Delilah, it would seem that lady luck is on my side," I rolled my eyes at his sugarcoated tone.


"As I'm sure she would be if I told the Boss about this incident. Am I right, Freddie?" I smiled charmingly at him and he quickly handed me the envelope, fear radiating from him.


"Have a wonderful night Miss Delilah," he swiftly exited the way he came. I laughed. A major bonus to being the love interest of the Boss: the creeps leave me alone, for the most part. I opened the letter, still laughing quietly to myself. What can I say? I get a kick out of people's fear. My laughter, however, died and I was already disgusted just after reading the way Derek addressed me.


My Dearest Delilah,


Another mission is at hand. I wish I didn't have to send you on these, but since you refuse to marry me, I have no choice. You do not have to change much for this one, you as yourself are perfect for the job. Of course, your last name and your history will be altered for our protection, but you just need to be yourself. Act how you would act during a situation and say what you would say. No facades for this one.


I hope that after this mission you will have changed your mind my precious Delilah. I pray you will be ready to marry me. I love you. The information is on the next page.


He must be getting desperate. He never intertwined business and personal things. He didn't understand the word "no" either. It wasn't really his fault that he didn't understand it though. Nobody told Derek no. He was a man with tons of power and nobody (excluding me) dared to tell him no unless they wanted everyone and everything they loved and cared about taken away before they themselves were murdered.


There were three reasons that I wasn't threatened by him. The first reason being I had nothing and no one I loved or cared about. The second reason is that I wasn't afraid of death, my life held no real meaning. The third reason was that I was the only one whose crap he would put up with, and honestly, it was fun to piss him off. As long as he had the false idea that he loved me, I was safe.


Going back to the letter; on the second page was all of my new information. Delilah Dixon? What kind of name was that? I scowled. People were losing their imaginations. My parents were business owners and I lived by myself, never seeing them. I emancipated myself when I was sixteen and was now eighteen. My grandmother had died a year ago, leaving me with a huge inheritance, including the condo I now lived in. I was a senior at West Side, just transferred from Central. I was an ordinary kid, with an ordinary life… How relieving.


This was the first time they let me use my real name, or let me live in my own condo. And they wanted my real personality? It was intriguing. I didn't think I was even likeable. Who were they after this time? Just a high school kid? I was actually curious to see who they thought would like me. He was on the third page. They never told me anything about the men or women, getting to know them had to be normal, but there was always a picture.


He was extremely attractive. Just looking at him made me excited for the mission. I wouldn't be disgusted to have to sleep with him like a lot of them. I was extremely pleased to see it was a man. It is hard to pretend to be attracted to women, let alone sleep with them. I shuddered, lesbianism was not my thing, though it works for some people. To each their own I guess.


This boy was hard to look away from. His hair was dark, almost black and fell to his shoulders in messy waves, curling at the end. His eyebrows could not be natural, they were too tame and thin and perfectly shaped. Underneath his eyebrows were rich brown eyes, they actually disturbed me. I couldn't tell which emotion he was feeling, but it was definitely not happy. Some people's eyes were the easiest to read, not the case with him. Thick eyelashes surrounded the beautiful eyes, making it look like he had make up on. His face was sharp, with lots of angles, and in contrast to the thinness of his face, his mouth was full, but not too large for his face. Surrounding his delightful mouth was a goatee trimmed nicely, meeting with thin sideburns that grew shortly along his jaw line. A lip piercing was on the left side of his lower lip and his ears were pierced as well. He was gorgeous and suddenly I couldn't wait for school Monday.




Chapter Three: Librarian, Not a Teacher


By Monday, (actually by the following morning,) my excitement had worn out. I despised the human race, but the ones that got my heart jumping and the hormones racing were the worst. I planned to really destroy this one. I was not going to do a half ass job. I was going to rip his heart out and he had no clue. I smiled bitterly at the thought.


West side high school was just like every other high school I had ever attended. There was way too much blue and brown in the place, so I assumed those were the school colors. It had the same smells, a mixture of overcooked cafeteria food, old books and body odor. I made a disgusted face and suddenly heard a low chuckle, lacking any real humor.


"That is a great look for you," I turned and saw none other than the boy I was supposed to woo. I rolled my eyes and started walking away, I figured he would stop me, they usually do. But as I walked further away, I realized, he wasn't going to. I smirked as I walked through the office doors. I loved a good challenge.


It was nice to have a high school mission, they came so rarely now. The only good part about the whole thing was the classes. Fortunately for me, the guy was smart, so I didn't get stuck in boring classes all day. My schedule went like this: First hour- Physical Education, I really hoped the teacher would work us hard and not be a pansy. Second hour- Calculus. Third hour - Advanced Biology. Fourth hour came after lunch and was ancient history. Fifth hour- creative writing two, and lastly I was the teacher's assistant in the library.


I was thinking the Boss had lost his touch. The guy had to think it was suspicious… A new girl shows up at school and has all the same classes as him. I couldn't tell what he was thinking though, whether he thought it was odd or not. I had a system, and I was foreseeing problems with it right from the beginning.

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