Leila's Musing

They might be major good-for-nothing do-gooders, but you have got to hand it to these fairy-folk, they really know how to create a city. Every single of their establishments reeks pretty. I mean, if you come across a city with lots of bright buildings, glass sculptures, fountains, and enough trees to be mistaken for a very organized jungle, ding dong ahuyee! You’ve reached fairyland.

In the day, it looks bright and happy, and at night it glitters with those ingenious restricted fairy lights that you find nowhere else. And from where I’m sitting – the roof of the forty-story piece of art known as the Halhan Tower in the centre of Nayyana – it’s one heck of a view.

By the way, my name’s Leila Rage, but nobody really calls me that anymore. I’m known as the Nightshade. I don’t even know which bright spark came up with the nickname. I suppose that since I never told anyone my name, they came up with something to call me. Although, how someone could associate me with a fuckin' plant is beyond me.

Now I’m just getting sidetracked. So, what was I rambling about? Yeah, fairies. Apart from the fact that they are pretty creative with their cities and their gadgets and gizmos, they tend to be really really stupid. I suppose that’s the goody-goody gene. They tend to stick to the law and traditions as if obeying rules was injected into their bloodstream at birth. That and the annoying little fact that they practically worship their local royalty. With the fairies, it’s a five year prison sentence even if the royal baby brat looks your way and starts crying. Sheesh.

Anyway, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m sitting here, staring at the Nayyana Police go berserk and run around town in their little law-mobiles (yes, those buns on wheels are actually called that) while any good assassin would be doing their best to hightail it out of Nayyana as fast as they could manage. But I am not a good assassin. I am the best. And the best assassin money can buy sits around on tall buildings, thinking random thoughts.

By the way, I killed off the Royal Family of Nayyana. Yes, the whole jolly lot of them. Although, I can’t believe they could be so stupid as to actually get assassinated. Someone would think that the Royal Family of Nayyana, with something close to a small army for protection, would be a bit of a challenge. Big, ugly disappointment. Apparently, that precious army of body guards is not allowed inside their ‘private chambers’. Real smart. I suppose all creatures up to no good would respect privacy. Please! If someone wants you dead, they’d get you dead when they want. Doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of a nice little shit or the shower. Come to think of it, some might actually prefer to kill while their victim is in the shower.

I bet the fairy police has secured all the routes leading out of Nayyana. I don’t get why, in this day and age, when all magical creatures seem to know so damn bloody much about other magical creatures, do they not think that someone could very easily not use the routes? More than that, why couldn’t they think that maybe the killer just flew their damn asses away the minute they bled the life out of little Tarina and her putrid kitty? I mean, I like cats, but that animal was vile!

Besides, they don’t ever stop to think that maybe the killer could actually still be in Nayyana. They think they’re oh-so-damn smart. They know exactly what the heinous beast that slaughtered their Royal beans would do – get out of the city and probably try to reach a Vampire settlement.

This is the part where I smile and say, “See, I told you I’m the best. The best assassin needs to be devious and behave like a complete loony who’s just asking to get killed.” However, I will not do that. No…wait. I already did it. Okay, then.

Yay! They’re finally got an ounce of sense! The fairies are going to fly around and check the forest and the mountain area! I’m just tingling with admiration. Idiots.
I could just wave my arms around and yell, “it was me, you losers!” and they still wouldn’t look up here. Reason: The Halhan Towers are considered impenetrable. It’s a high security apartment building and its reputation is its livelihood.

To be honest, the roof did have about five guards on it. They’re all nice and dead behind the elevator shaft. I think I partially decapitated one. I should remember to go back and completely sever his head. Mid-decaps just makes me sad.

I’m normally not so clumsy. Partially decapitating people and all. It’s just that my right arm’s been acting the bitch and honestly, it feels as though the damned thing will burn off pretty soon. But it’s not on fire or anything. Yesterday, a little sign, like an upside-down heart with a ‘V’ superimposed on top of it, appeared on the inner-side of my wrist. I don’t know how or why it happened, but I do know that when it did, it felt like someone had a white-hot metal pressed to my wrist. The pain I feel now is the mild little leftover sensation. Yet, I don’t really care much for it.

Anyway, I need to get back home now.  By the way, I’ll be using the sewers to get out of precious Nayyana. The stupid fairy people don’t think anyone would use those either. Thanks for hanging around. You guys, lock your doors and windows now.