Tango moved slowly around the verge of the Park, her eyes searching constantly for the slightest bit of motion. Her ears tuned keenly to the sounds around her. Her heightened adrenaline flow sharpened the smells around her to the extant that she could almost pick out individual humans. Her mouth pursed wryly, she was a Dog after all.
The kill had been a quick, clean one. The Target had known he'd been marked for death, but had never suspected it would be from her. Stupid man. It would be hours before anyone discovered his body in the alley she'd left it in, she'd be long gone. Attention to detail and her surroundings had kept her alive this long. She wasn't about to let herself relax her guard now.
After she passed a particularly bulky oak tree, a figure detached itself from the shadows and fell in step behind her. Interesting. She didn't think he was a part of the Target's organization, he simply reeked the wrong the way. However, it always paid to be careful. She stopped a moment, near a crowd and looked across the street. Her new shadow stopped as well. When she began moving, using a much slower pace. He moved with her. Interesting.
He liked the sway of her ass. She'd smelled good when she passed him. An uptight snooty little bitch just waiting to get fucked. She was wearing tight clothing and a cropped off jacket. The bitch had better have nice tits. He liked to bite nice tits when he fucked his women. There was something different about this one, he just knew she'd be a wild fuck.
Up ahead an intersection loomed. To the left was the Park, the right was bright city lights and crowded streets. She picked up speed until she was nearly running. Behind her, her shadow kept pace, drawing closer. He understood that she was nearly to safety.
Decisions, decisions. Should she be a good little citizen and turn onto the crowded streets? Of course not. She pivoted abruptly and bolted in the depths of the darkened Park. Behind her, she could hear his much heavier foot steps as he followed.
Not only sexy but stupid. Didn't the bitch know that there was nothing more dangerous to a woman alone that the Park at night? He was just the man to show her. He waited until he'd turned the corner before racing after her. He could almost feel her in his hands. She was going to be his.
Surefooted, with an almost preternatural sense of her surroundings, she made better time plunging through the wooded, brushy slopes. She could hear him crashing through branches behind her, cursing when they cut into him. Just as abruptly as she'd started her seemingly mad rush into the Park, she stopped. A bike path intersected the woods. There was the distant glow of a lamp off toward the left and empty park benches lining the path. Behind the benches there was a wide strip of grass before the trees started again. There didn't seem to be anyone near.
She would have preferred a more secluded spot, but it would have to do. She didn't have a great deal of time to play with the man. She started backing slowly and deliberately across the grass, freezing when the man appeared suddenly on the path. The very appearance of a frightened, defenseless woman. He stopped when he saw her, then started forward again, all dangerous swagger.
"Hello." He sounded friendly enough. Tango suppressed a feral little grin. He moved slowly, rather like a man trying not to frighten his prey. He kept his voice low and soothing. "You dropped something back there."
She held her ground, waiting for him. He moved across the grass, subtly putting his body between her and the light. She watched him warily, her eyes still darting, seeking any other source of threat, or possible witnesses. He stopped, about three feet from her, an easy lunge for a man his size.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He said. Then he grinned cruelly. "If you do exactly what I tell you to. Take off your pants."
So it was to be rape, not theft. She looked the man over. He wasn't too bad looking, not her usual type, but not bad looking. Tall and, from what she could see, heavily muscled. So far, nothing in his demeanor indicated any particular speed, but one couldn't always tell. She really didn't have time for this, but he needed to be taught a lesson and she needed the edge taken off of her adrenaline rush.
He yanked a knife, a long, gleaming switchblade affair, and held it where she could plainly see it, twisting the blade this way and that. The way he handled it bespoke of a strong familiarity with the weapon. She reached down and undid her belt, then removed it entirely. She popped the top button on her jeans with her left hand, drawing his gaze.
