The Perfect Killer (Marguerite/Insanitosis)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Insanitosis on 31-12-2008, 10:26:47</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>The Perfect Killer (Marguerite/Insanitosis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanitosis</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 10:26:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The alleyways of New Orleans downtown were gritty and unpleasant, of course not the sides of the city that the tourists see. The seedier districts of the city were home to criminals and other filth. A thin figure had just managed to avoid a group of teenagers who were going pot on the street side. The lone figure stalked along the edge of the building, finally spotting the one he was looking for. The lean figure of the neko silhouetted by the Grey wall of the building. <br><br>It was a neko, a catlike demihuman. Grey ears perked on a grey head of hair. The neko was handsome and well fed, making it obvious that he was not an alley cat or a stray, it actually made him seem out of place. More odd was the form fitting black suit the neko wore, custom tailored by Miss R. for him. It enhanced his silhouette and made him nearly invisible when prowling the shadows, once he had approached a group of gangsters and taken them all out without even being noticed. <br><br>The feline padded over to the end of the alleyway, the building where they were holding Pierre was conveniently placed, inaccessible unless you had explosives, except of course for the ventilation system, the old fashioned ducts that ran through all the rooms. The grate that served as a vent was inaccessible to humans, it was twelve feet up in the air and covered with a grate, it was also much too small for a human to fit in, that was where he came in. A smirk slid across the neko's face as he looked up at the grate, the his tail twitching in a predatory manner as he took a couple steps back and then charged, kicking off the wall and gripping the edge of the vent cover. Hanging from the wall the feline used his nimble fingers to remove the cover to squeeze into the vent. <br><br>Pierre, the fat bastard had betrayed his mistress, the man was an accountant, overweight and not too bright. The neko scaled the building then wiggled into the narrow vent. Kai grunted as he pulled his body into the vent, only to be greeted by a horrible scent, oh yeah, pierre was there. He could never forget the fatass's smell, sweat, unwashed clothing, bad cologne and booze. He had visited Mistress's office on occasion, even had lunch there, she had kicked him out the last time though after he attempted to grope her neko and then complained with the angry creature raked his manicured nails across his face. <br><br>Kai pulled his body through the vent, using his padded gloves to ensure he made no noise as he approached Pierre's "room"<br><br>The cops were keeping Pierre in a locked room until he could go and testify. As the neko looked over the vent he was greeted by the same stench. Pierre was in his bed asleep in the undecorated room, his bed, a table, and a laptop. The neko slid through the vents and began about his business, drawing the serrated knife from his sheath and approaching Pierre before stabbing the knife into the fat man's throat. Pierre had his vices, a lot of them, he liked children for one thing, and he liked nekos. The feline relished every moment of the kill, but he soon retreated fully.<br><br>'time to die fat man' <br><br>There was a knock at the door, though the still gurgling Pierre couldn't call for help. The feline finished him off and turned, grabbing the laptop, the only evidence, before throwing it up into the vents and following it. He was in the vent when the FBI burst through to find the murdered man, but the murderer was gone. He was already in the alleyway when the FBI men started shouting and scattering outside the building, of course the fully grown men couldn't follow him. <br><br>Still covered with the unpleasant smell the neko jumped from rooftop to rooftop, Heading towards mistress's building and keeping out of sight until he reached mistress's building, then he crawled through the window of her office, the laptop in his hands. He was covered in blood and held the laptop in his bloody hands, grey eyes forward searching the room for his mistress. He had indeed grown into a handsome cat. </span><br>(I withheld the neko's name in case you have any suggestions for it)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Killer (Marguerite/Insanitosis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 04:58:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Marguerite watched the beautiful sunset of New Orleans from her penthouse view on the French Quarter. A bit too much considering she bought this whole building for the uses of her offices and other business arrangements. She worked decades to build up her empire and not one person managed to get in her way. Oh, there were people who tried to take her on but in the end the defeated ended up with their throats slit and made into chum for her exotic fishes. The last one managed to feed her bowl of piranhas for a good week, guessing the man had a lot of fat content in his system which appeased her pets. <br><br>One pet in particular was making sure the next idiot who thought to ruin her was taken out. She trusted her pet with everything inside of her but she held him at arm's length, knowing she could never be too close to anyone. Not even him. Being wary of others worked to her advantage, gave her the edge other businessmen and women failed to achieve. Given the fact her facial features never betrayed her true age, Marguerite knew she could outlast the competition. Her eyes watered as she took in the last rays of the sun dip over the horizon before she turned her back to it. The sun at one time had been her dearest friend but it pestered and hindred her business deals. Sun and her were no longer friends but she dealt with the absence of sun in her own ways. She could still walk out in the sun but it would diminish her stregnth though wearing darker clothing and an umbrella cut down on the fatigue. Still, she made sure her right hand made her appointments for the evening only and ran her errands when she was asleep. <br><br>Checking her silver wristwatch, Marguerite wondered what was taking her neko so long. Usually he ran her 'errands' quicker than she handed it to him. A stealth little killer, he managed to evade authorities and the other employees she had working for her. She even knew a few of her Capos and bodyguards disliked the fact her right hand was a neko and not a human but nekos had a lot more attributes than humans. For one thing, her neko could slither through vents and small spaces unlike a huge thug who might have to break through the wall and cause a disturbance. Would not be a good thing especially if she wanted someone to be taken out quietly. Her little neko knew what she adored and hated, he made sure she was happy and she made sure he was safe and content with her. So long as he was faithful and never betrayed her, then she would never put a bullet between his eyes or skin him alive. God, it had been too long, she thought since she skinned someone alive. If it was not for her dislike of Pierre, Marguerite might have skinned the fat fucker for trying to snitch on her to the FBI and grope her neko. No one touched her neko without permission. No one.<br><br>"You were almost late," she stated, smiling as she glanced up from her polished spiked Mary-Jane's to her blood soaked neko. He was a handsome male for a neko, of course and had grown up well. Taken him in when he was a pipsqueak and showed him everything she learned from the assassin master's. It was funny how much she still remembered from her time in Feudal Japan but her neko learned well to bring her what she wanted. The laptop. Inside of the laptop held the information and reports Pierre managed to copy from one of her lower ranking offcers who was now lying at the bottom of the ocean to try and make a bargain with the FBI. Marguerite knew the FBI was gunning from her but she made sure to leave them three steps behind and show their asses the door. <br><br>Clicking her tongue, she walked to her neko, giving him a sign to stay still. He reeked of gore, piss and she guessed excrement, her gag reflex having long disappeared at this moment. Nothing disgusted her anymore nor aroused her. However, her neko pleased her in killing which was something she wadded in for as long as she could. "Place the laptop on the glass table," she ordered, nodding to the small table in the middle of the room where three dark couches convened around it. Next orders were given to remove his clothing and burn it before showering himself. She wanted no evidence of the crime and repeated for him to never speak of the murder after tonight. "Do you understand?," she asked.</span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Killer (Marguerite/Insanitosis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanitosis</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 12:35:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The neko's Grey eyes met the eyes of his mistress as he crawled into the window. He wasn't late at least, he was actually right on time. he neko didn't reply or protest, he simply nodded. He enjoyed being his mistress's right hand, and at least she could e njoy him. Nekos were obedient creatures if properly motivated, and a bed, clothing, and all his freedoms were more than enough to ensure his unwavering obedience. The neko's ears lowered lightly, but stayed up, he kept a grim smile on his face to assure his mistress of the kill. He made sure to make a good right hand, to visitors he was completely unassuming, an exotic pet, but more than once he had broken a would be assassin's arm and ripped out a throat with his teeth on his mistress's command, he certainly played the role of a housecat fairly well, acting like a niave, stupid cat when Mistress had guests was easy enough, but on occasion let his true colors shine through the facade. <br><br>"Yes mistress" the orders to butn the suit and take a shower could not have come sooner, the neko's ears dropped with a sigh of relief, almost thanking her, he hated that man's godawful smell and he was sure his mistress did not care for it earlier. The cat waited until he was dismissef before padding over to the table and setting the laptop on it for inspection or disposal. Marguerite made a good mistress, she did, she was stern, and he would know she would never grow closer than him being her pet, that of course did not stop him from being attached to her, he would serve no other, bribes, threats, anything, he was unquestionably loyal, even if he didn't like orders once in a while. She had taken him in when he was a starving kitten in an alleyway, fed him, cared for his injuries, and raised him herself after all. <br><br>This time he was more than happy to comply, the neko grimaced at his own smell. He sauntered off after placing the laptop on the table to the bathroom where he usually rinsed the grime off his body after kills. As he moved out of the room he stripped the bodysuit off and padded over to the furnace, nearly nude, but out of sight before throwing the suit into a furnace, the same one he discarded most items in. Looking back into his mistress's office the neko slipped into the bathroom and turned on the water. This neko was a strange creature in the fact that he actually liked water, it was pleasant and he was never too fussy with his hair getting wet since it made it far more manageable. The neko eagerly slipped into the stream of water, washing his body of the stains, of the blood that clung to him, of the memories. His ears naturally lie flat to his skull to prevent water from getting in while he showered, and he took good care in cleaning them as well. <br><br>Lifting his hand, the neko placed it against the wall, enjoying the feeling of the water run off his slim body, his broad shoulders, cleansing him of the filth that had been clinging to him since he killed Pierre. The neko reached for the soap, then the shampoo, then the soap again. He made sure to clean every bit of himself and replace that horrible odor with a fresh new smell, his usual smell. The neko stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off, he smelled good now, clean and not reeking of bad blood. He quickly dressed himself in better clothing and did his hair, brushing the grey strands into an acceptable form before turning and leaving the room. <br><br>He left the bathroom and returned to his mistress's office, slipping past the guards easily and entering with a smile "I am finished" He said looking up expectantly "Is there anything you would have me do next?" He stood in the doorway, tail swishing and ears up, the standard alert pose. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Killer (Marguerite/Insanitosis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 03:59:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Her little neko was a good little pet and assassin of hers. Many had questioned whether having a neko as her right hand was the best choice than having a human to deal with matters. Oh, how foolish each person was in thinking her neko was merely a pet. He was much more than a pretty little kitty. He was a confidante and someone she could count on as the passage of time eluded humans. Marguerite knew one of these years as her neko grew older into his body and she did not, he would ask her various questions. Ask her about her past and how she came to be in this immortal body. The memory of how she became who she was always haunted Marguerite but she managed with a firm mental hand to push it to the back of her head. Michael was of no use to her now moreso when he changed her life. <br><br>Marguerite watched her neko out of the corner of her eye as he went with her orders to remove his suit. The smell of Pierre could make any person wretch with the disgust of the odor but for Marguerite she smelled much worse. Death had been a constant in her life as a youngling though she learned to curb those urges for special times. Besides, she had her little neko doing the kills for her and she lived her murderous rage through him but she never let him onto that. Never would she rely on a person ever no matter how much time had passed. To her it was still a fresh wound and one she planned to pick at to remember how easily she could fall back into bad habits. Bad habits led into bad choices and even worst offenses. She worked to make sure her empire was at the top of the fortune 500 even with the front businesses dealing in even shadier black market exchanges. She was the Queen of New Orleans and everyone knew it.<br><br>While her neko washed up, she fixed the two of them something to drink. For her neko, he earned himself a nice glass of milk with a sprinkling of cinnamon to give it a bit of kick. On the other hand, for Marguerite she had herself a glassful of bloodwine. Warm and she could still feel the strength of the heart beating before it gave its last sputtered as she sniffed the edge of the wineglass. From the taste of the bloodwine, it was strong and musky, guessing the donor had been a red-blooded male. Only red-blooded males had the taste of strong coffee and red meat in their veins when she occassionally took from the source of her drinks. A rare thing for her to do that since she had a private blood bank which sent her four bags of blood every other day for her consumption. Marguerite kept the bags chilled and hidden in a compartment from prying eyes until it was time for her drink.<br><br>She placed her neko's glass of milk onto the glass table while she perused Pierre's laptop. Booting up the little contraption, Marguerite was surprised to find how sloppy Pierre was in hiding his files and his organization skills. The microsoft word documents were confusing and his confession about how big of a place he had in her company was sloppy and unorganized. He could have vomitted words onto the paper and it still would not make any sense unless some drunk sailor read it through one binocular while he had sex with a prostitute under the moon. Even the damn sailor would wonder if the person who wrote this garbage was high on something or merely trying to be funny. Even if it was some sort of coding system, it would come out a jumble of mess. Marguerite came to the conclusion Pierre was trying to blackmail her with false information to take to the FBI but he needed something to let her know he meant business and by going to the FBI with a few smaller sins she had on her plate the FBI would try to protect him. Hah as if the FBI could have protected Pierre from her neko.<br><br>Deleting the files, she placed her wine glass down to type in a few codes. With these lovely codes, she fried the laptop, rendering it to being a large paper weight. Satisfied with what she had done, she took the laptop and threw it into the trash, relieved to be rid of another rat in her company. In a few hours she had a meeting to set the precedence of a shake down of those who felt they were better than their positions and could take ahold of this company than she could. Oh, she wanted to face down those idiots and show them what can happen when one pissed off a female. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned but hell hath no fury like a vampire scorned because that was when the fangs and the bloodshed came about. <br><br>When she felt her neko's presence, Marguerite glanced up from her seat on the leather couch. Giving him a signal to settle himself on the couch and pointed to the glass of milk, she took a deep breath. Even if she did not need the air to keep her alive, she did it to calm her nerves and the blood lust which had become even harder to control. She used yoga techniques to assaugage the voice of her blood lust from taking over and finding her in a place where there were potential victims to have. "Drink your glass of milk, we have a few things to discuss before the meeting tonight."</span> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Killer (Marguerite/Insanitosis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanitosis</strong> on <strong>12-01-2009, 01:16:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Kei stretched as her emerged from the shower, toweling himself off and making himself presentable for his mistress. He ran a comb through his hair and then used his fingers to muss it up a bit, the way that she liked it. The last thing the neko did was spritz himself with a scent to finally get rid of that putrid human's smell. The poor neko had been steeping in it all night, and nekos had sensitive noses too. The scent was in a way more for him than it was for her. After getting dressed Kei headed out of the bathroom, taking a couple shortcuts through the penthouse and finally stepping through his mistress's door. <br><br>Kei had been raised to be naturally careful, after all, most assassins died in acts of carelessness, I.E Tripping traps or getting caught. The neko entered to be welcomed with the smell of warm milk, his favorite drink. He was dressed well, wearing slacks and a loose shirt, his tail poking out through a specially made spot in the lower back. Kei's dark ears were also made especially prominent, though raised to show the pinkish insides. The neko stepped through the door, greeted by his mistress's words and the wonderful smell of milk and cinnamon, his favorite treat. He had a practiced way of walking, of nodding when his mistress gestured for him to take a seat next to her. His bare feet touched the ground toe first, allowing him to walk silently on any surface. Nekos made perfect stealthy killers, especially when desensitized to violence, or even never sensitized in the first place, like little Kei. They were also much easier to work with than greedy humans. A human assassin would have charged hundreds of thousands for a job like what Kei just pulled off, but the neko was happy to do it for a glass of warm milk and a pat on the head. <br><br>The neko padded into the room and moved over to his mistress, she was breathing heavily again, he could hear it. The boy's ears rose a little curiously, she breathed like that whenever Kei came home with an injury or was covered in blood. He had always assumed she just didn't like the sight of it, of course he had also known she was not human. Normal humans smelled, they had their own unique scent, but she, she was missing one when she was not wearing perfume. The neko sat down and took the glass of milk into his hands, his fingers wrapping tenderly around the glass, careful not to spill a single drop. "Yes, Mistress?" The neko's ears rose, swiveling slightly towards her, prepaired to listen to her words. <br><br>"What do you wish to speak about" He was articulate for a neko, it helped being educated, since he had to read a lot and even sometimes organized things for his mistress when she was off on business. The creature lifted the glass to his lips, letting the smell of the cinnamon reach his nose. A wonderful treat for the creature indeed.&nbsp; the neko took a sip of the milk and let the flavor roll over his tongue, enjoying the taste thoroughly.<br><br>He slowly drank the glass of milk, he did not get them often, and he enjoyed the flavor of the cinnamon in the milk. The neko finished the glass and turned his head to his mistress, waiting ffor her to speak to him again. </span>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Perfect Killer (Marguerite/Insanitosis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-01-2009, 02:42:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Marguerite knew that Kei had knowledge of what she was. Somehow it was a neko that could spot out who was human and who was not. However, she made sure to keep her mask in place to keep his concerns and questions at bay. So long as she never let that other side of her reveal itself to Kei than she had no problems with getting rid of him. Yes, she had trust in him but she never put her whole trust into anybody. Not after what she went through with Marcello had anyone held her complete and utter faith. Even thinking of Marcello's betrayal made her blood boil and her eyes see red but she held the bloodlust back by talking herself down. She had to keep it together. No more murders on her own hands. Live the murders through other people. That was how it was meant to be and it would stay that way.<br><br>Crossing her legs, Marguerite turned to look at Kei. "At the meeting, I plan to get rid of a few weak employees in my company. There is also a very likely factor those employees will attack you because of the reasons for their departure," she explained. The departure mostly would be enforcers and those used for their brawn instead of brains. Kei was her inspiration for the idea which made her bring the other-worldly creatures to New Orleans. Humans were fine but were easily murdered or died of natural causes. With sirens, vampires, werewolves and of course, nekos, she could corner the market on contract killing. A human could not entice a target to their side and seduce them for a night before waking up to a knife stuck in their chest like a Siren could. Why a human would be taken down in a hail of bullets unlike a vampire where only a chopped head, fire and light could take them out.<br><br>Her eyes watched him beneath her lashes as he enjoyed his drink. She tried to remember how long Kei had been in her service. Though her body was forever encased in the mortal age of twenty-four, her mind and soul was much older than her apperance. She had lived through and been involved in various global events and conspiracies. Marguerite even held Edgar Allan Poe's hand as he lay dying in a hospital bed. She had even given him his last rites though he knew she was a forsaker of God and who she truly was. However, Edgar had appreciated her help to guide him into the afterlife to see his beloved wife, Virginia. No proof in the history books of a female dressed in a man's suit came to comfort Edgar but she smiled whenever people mentioned of a male named, 'Reynold's,' Edgar had called out to before he took his final breath. Reynolds had been one of her male aliases but she never let anyone know of it. Not even to Kei. <br><br>The history of what made Marguerite was long and winding. There was never a complete story and always snatches here and there to try and piece together the female who held power in New Orleans. Even a few times she was mentioned in the several history books of different countries. Never did she go by her real name and kept a slew of aliases on the backburner if her time was ever up. She spent a few years in different places that there were stories about her. La Llorona had been an interesting perception of her though she had not drown any children in the river. In reality, she was trying to drown a hellhound with three heads which had terrorized a little Mexican pueblo. People had assumed she was the Llorana who had arrived to snatch their children from their beds and murder them. The very best experience in her life was coming upon the infamous Jack the Ripper. Oh, how the bloke tried to slice her throat open thinking she was a common prostitute who he could try to harm. People still wonder who the Jack the Ripper was and why he stopped his killing spree. Marguerite was the one to put an end to Jack when he failed to take her down with his surgical knife.<br><br>So many lives she took in all of her years and now she was doing it but with the help of other people. One of them her darling Kei. "I want you to be on guard and ready to kill. It will be a bloodbath in the meeting and I do not mean it figuratively," she commented, smiling at him. She would cut down those who tried to remove her first assassin and pet from her side. No one had the right to tell Marguerite what to do. She owned New Orleans and her next plan was to own the major cities in the United States. All the time in the world she had to accomplish this. For Kei, not so much but she would implement him in his abilities to help her take those goals and make everyone realize that Marguerite De La Cruz was here and ready to dominate.</span>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>