7. Pepper (Part 2)

The woman moved through the crowd with the grace of a cat. Her eyes were shadowed behind a plain black mask, but anyone could see that she had a feral air about her. It made her intriguing and desirable to all the men. She wore cayenne pepper red. Just by looking at her you knew she was spicy and packed a kick.

She danced with a tall, handsome man, letting him lead even though she hated not being in control. The woman in red watched the room as if stalking prey. She was sly about it. You would only notice if you were watching her closely.

Doc was watching her very closely, for more reasons than just her graceful beauty. He could see the pointy tips of her ears that no one else could. Humans never saw it. Only other elves could see past the glamour they naturally projected.

She was a dark elf. Just like him.

What was she doing here? He rarely saw other dark elves, especially not when he was in the middle of a hit. This was bad news. He should abort. Throwing another variable into the mix could lead to disaster.

Did he care? No. He decided. He would try anyway. There was nothing like the rush of the hunt and the feel of the kill. He had to chance it.

The red hot pepper woman focused her gaze on someone in the crowd. Doc followed her gaze to see a light skinned brunette in black and gold.

Her ears were pointed ever so slightly, but she wasn’t a dark elf. All dark elves had brown or black hair, and skin just a little too dark to be Caucasian. This girl looked as if she had never seen sun in her whole life.

She wasn’t what he was after either. He was looking for a light elf. They were pale and had golden or very light brown hair. This girl had chestnut brown hair like a dark elf, and pale skin of a light elf. She was different. Another variable. Things were starting to get dicey. He would still chance it. The decision was already made.