“I couldn’t agree more,” he said.
“Mmmm,” she said. “You are as good as you are handsome.”
“Well, I can demonstrate again how good I am if you like,” he answered.
“So what are you waiting for?
Monday, June 30th
The darkness of the wee hours of the morning still permeated the room. Beholding the young, handsome lover across from her who looked at her with adoring eyes, she decided the encounter needed to end. “It was lovely, Chad, but I’ve got to go. I know it’s early, but I have things to do, and all that. You understand, don’t you?”
“No problem. I’ve got to get to work too. Can I at call you again sometime? You’re one amazing lady.” He stroked her in a sensitive spot.
“Mmmm. Stop that, or I might have to stay and take advantage of you again,” Poisonous said. Regaining her composure, she said, “Sure, sweetie; you can stay in touch, but I don’t have a phone yet. When I do, I’ll give you a call. Just give me your number.”
He walked over to his desk, took out a notepad and wrote down his number. Returning to her, he put the note in her hands. “Here you are, Perri. I look forward to being with you again.”
“Chad, come here and I’ll give you another kiss.”
He smiled, eyes shining, and walked over to her, took her head in his arms and gently touched her lips.
She smiled, kissed him back and sunk both sets of claws into his neck. He gasped; first from the pain of the needles in his neck, then from the realization that it was her who had just sunk claws into him. His eyes opened wide, shocked that she could do such a gruesome thing. Soon, however, unable to breathe, he staggered backwards, gasping and finally collapsing on the floor. His entire body turned red, including in the face where his eyes bulged out from lack of oxygen. Then his body grew darker, changing from red to dark purple, then to black; it imploded on itself, as organs, skin and bones disintegrated. Finally, what was left of his body turned to ashes, then to smoke, and he disappeared without a trace.
She shrugged her shoulders, and said, “Sorry sweetie; I can’t help myself. Inflicting death turns me on as much as sex does. Besides, as your cliché goes, ‘Easy come, easy go’”. Poisonous the demon reappeared, and flew back into the early morning hours of the city.
* * *
The sun had begun to rise on the District. A glance at a marquee displaying the time revealed that it was seven o’clock in the morning. In order to make her plans truly effective, she needed to blend in with humanity. “I’ll need to find a place to live.” An ATM for American National Bank, stood in front of the bank building underneath the marquee, so she walked over to it. Using fingers that flew faster than a human eye could perceive and ears that could hear a pin drop a mile away, she listened for a telltale electronic click inside the machine, which indicated that she had logged into someone’s account. Then, having the account number, she repeated the routing for the PIN, and the screen welcomed her and asked what she wanted to do.
She made a withdrawal for one hundred dollars. A nearby newsstand offered the local Washington Post, so she so she used mind control to persuade the attendant to give her a copy for free. She had money, but giving it to him wouldn’t be any fun. She walked into a nearby coffee chain to peruse the Wanted ads. “Ahh, here’s a nice condo for rent, right in the Mount Vernon Triangle neighborhood. I love well-to-do neighborhoods. They suit the manner in which I’d like to live: handsomely.” She circled the ad, and got herself a cup of coffee. Actually, she convinced the barista to give her the cup of coffee.
“Oh, dear. This is becoming wearisome. Mind control is nice, but I get tired of it. Further, these days buying anything is much more expensive than in times past. I need to become financially liquid, so I can pay for things without having to use mind control all the time. I’ll save that for more interesting pursuits.” The crooked smile turned up her lips, as she pondered the possibilities of gaining income.
The first thing she needed to do was open a Swiss bank account. Not knowing exactly how this occurred, she flew back to the condo, and she researched Swiss banks. One in particular conveniently let you open accounts online. The transaction required an initial deposit of one thousand dollars. Having no money but the one hundred dollars, she flew back to the ATM where she had stolen the hundred dollars, and using the same routine, removed one thousand dollars from the same unwitting soul.
Next, she walked into the bank and opened up a checking account. After electronically signing a few requisite questions for the computer program and depositing the one thousand dollars, she received paperwork legitimizing the transaction and a debit card to that account.
Immediately, she returned to the condo, found the home page of the Swiss bank, and returned to the process of opening up an account. The bank allowed you to deposit either with your checking account routing number and account number, or a credit card. Since debit cards could also be used as credit cards, she entered her debit card information. The transaction succeeded, and her new account became legitimate.
Next, since she didn’t yet have a cell phone of her own, she flew to the new hotel located in the Old Post
