I cursed as another glob of blood red goo landed on my white sink, destined to remain there stained for all eternity. The smell of the hair dye had stung my eyes and given me a headache but I was used to it. I had been dye-ing my naturally blonde hair for years, and I am nothing if not persistent.
"I don't know why you insist on doing that. It won't make you look like you did before you know." I let out a low growl at the unwanted intrusion, glaring at the reflection of the boy standing behind me. His tall lanky form leaned lazily against the bathroom door frame, dark blue hair spiked in a fohawk, a small red tea cup in his right hand. He stood there finishing his tea while I finished up with my hair, tying it in a bun and stripping the uncomfortable feeling latex gloves off my hands.
"Was there something in particular that you needed or did you just want to chat?" I let out dryly, spinning around to face him and leaning against my stained sink. He smirked.
"What? Can't stop by and visit with an old friend?" I let out a sarcastic snort at that.
"We aren't friends, Audrey. Now give me the information or get the hell out."
"Haha, hell, funny girl. All right, all right, seems I can't keep anything from you." He dropped the red tea cup to the ground letting it disintegrate before it hit. He took out a folded up piece of paper from mid-air and slowly reached it towards me; I snatched it away fiercely.
"His name is Thomas Bouven, and he's been a very naughty boy. I need you to collect him before the Charmeine Sisters."
"Great, well if that's all you can leave now." Audrey grinned at this.
"Aww, you don't want to fool around or anything?" He came towards me then, placing his claw-like hands around my waist and licking his lips. I growled, crossing my arms against my chest tightly.
"Don't play with me, Audrey." This only made his grin grow, a malicious look coming to his pretty face. He leaned in as if to kiss me but then wrenched himself away, a disgusted look on his face.
"Fuck that dye stinks. I definitely can't make out with you when you smell like that."
"Good, maybe I'll just keep it in forever." I pushed past him angrilly, pissed off for letting myself get excited by his touch, and made my way towards my balcony. Once with a cigarette in hand I felt a little better.
"Those things kill you know." Audrey said smartly.
"Hah, you're funny." I inhaled the dry smoke like it was my lifesource and then sat on the ledge of my balcony railing, enjoying the feeling of the wind on my neck.
"Well my little sprite, I'm afraid I must go now." He smiled playfully before coming up and pushing his body between my legs, I had to hang onto the railing so as not to fall.
"Maybe I'll come back later when you don't have that shit in your hair, and when you're in a better mood." I blew my smoke in his face, at his smirk, and then he pushed his mouth completely against mine forcefully before pulling away. I pretended to be disgusted.
"Fucking asshole." He laughed as he stood on the railing and then jumped off.
I had been under the employment of Audrey for twenty-four years now. I was only seventeen when my mother found me lying in the bathtub naked, all of my blood around me like water. Audrey had stood next to me as I watched her climb into the tub with my dead body, crying and cradling me to her. He had made me stay to see my father fall to his knees, his head in his hands; it had been the first time I'd seen my father cry. And when it came time for him to take my soul to where all suicides go it had been me who had begged him for another option. And he had done just that.