"Shit.." cursed Primrose as she held onto her shoulder which was bleeding. She had killed Homicidal Liu but at a price: she was shot in the shoulder. The white dressed woman was stumbling through the streets of where her target was, her daisy pumps clicking against the concrete as she was on the verge of passing out. She stopped at a nearby alley to rest as she sunk down to the ground. The woman looked up at the stars, blinking in and out of consciousness until finally.. she passed out. A few hours later, she woke up to something.. soft and red?

"Who in the world brought me here?" She wondered out loud before hearing the familiar sound of a door opening. She perked her head up and came face to face with.. "Isabella? You were the one who found me?" She whispered, her face taking the shade of a strawberry on her pale porcelain cheeks. "I know who you are, Eleanor.. or shall I say, Primrose," the assassin stiffened up as she looked into the chocolate brown eyes of the lady whom she had fallen for as Isabella was staring into the dark green jewel-like orbs of hers. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked as Primrose looked away.

"I.. I didn't want you to get caught in the crossfire, Izzy.. there are a lot of people that will stop at nothing to hurt the people I love just to get to me.."

"You.. love.. me?"

"I.. I do, Izzy."

That was then Isabella's resolve snapped. She leapt at the assassin and kissed her pretty pink lips as Primrose kissed her back. "How did you get that gun wound on your shoulder?" She asked as the woman under her looked away. "Liu shot me in the shoulder. Fortunately, I managed to kill him." She explained as the beauty on top of her frowned. "I don't like your line of work, hon.."

"I know, but I have to. If I want to avenge my parents, I have to kill Jeff the killer, the one who turned me and my older sister, Jane into what we are."

"What did he do, sweetheart?"

"He burned Jane and she was injected with liquid hate which saved her life but changed her appearance. He did the exact same thing, burned my house to the ground, but Jane saved me from the same fate that befell her years ago and sent me a syringe of the same chemical that she was injected with."

"I heard about Liquid Hate before.. it was that formula that makes you have a high tolerance to drugs, alcohol and cigarettes but makes you have homicidal urges." Primrose smiled brightly at her. "Looks like someone has been doing their research~" she said, her green eyes piercing hers. Isabella gently untied the bandages that revealed the gunshot wound scar that was cleanly stitched. "I have already explained the situation to your sister and your boss, they said for you to rest for a while until the stitches heal."

"Thanks, Izzy."

"Not a problem, rose." She mumbled against her lips. "Your white dress was bloodied so I sent it to the dry-cleaners to be cleaned." She added before Primrose slowly stood up. "I'll be back, I got to clean the grime away from chasing the motherfucker through 3 streets, 2 roads and towards a mill.." she said, carefully moving out of the red bed and walking towards the attached bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Isabella could hear the hissing sound of the shower running and took out a dress that should fit the assassin.

It wasn't her usual color which was white, but it would work too. She heard the water being turned off as the door unlocked, revealing the woman as her long black-blue hair looked even longer and a soft fluffy white towel was wrapped around her body. She could see Primrose's muscles that were finely toned since all that running must've been one hell of a good exercise for her because she was hot. as. fuck. "Oh! I see you got me a new outfit." She said, picking up her new outfit and stepping behind the divider. Primrose walked out of the divider wearing the dress with an embarrassed flush on her cheeks.

"I don't mind the color, dear, but.. why does this expose my legs?" She asked, pointing to the slit that exposed her fine yet tightly toned legs to the world. "Because.. when we were dancing in England at the ball, I was curious about what they looked like." Primrose blushed even more as a pinkish shade formed on her cheeks. Isabella wrapped her arms around the assassin's waist, breathing in the scent of her skin. "You smell of plumerias.. I like it." She whispered as she shivered slightly. "Well, I figured which one you would like, and I chose this tropical one." She explained as a gentle hum escaped her girlfriend.

Primrose couldn't believe it, she finally managed to tell the one person whom she adored for a while that she liked her and wanted to be with her. Although, it was going to be difficult to hide their relationship from her enemies who would kill innocent people just to get at their goal: to get at La Femme Blanche, she did not care. Even though her target was Jeff the killer, she would treasure the time shared with the one person who she loved. She touched one of the red stones on her necklace which seemed to be either a ruby or a garnet, lost in thought.

How was she going to explain this to Jane? She breathed out of her nose, thinking of a way to tell her when she felt her lover's arms wrap tighter around her. "Yes, Izzy?" She asked, her voice soft. "I know what your thinking, Rose. How about we drop subtle hints to your sister about us along the way? When you finally kill Jeff, then we can tell her. Ok?" That caused a small smile to form on her face. "Ok, hon." She replied. Primrose turned around and wrapped her arms around her neck, her hands resting on her back.

"Rose.."

"Izzy.."

They were about to kiss again until Isabella heard her phone ring. "Oh for fuck's sake." That earned a small displeased growl from Primrose as she went to another room to answer the call, leaving her to wait for her. Once Isabella came back into the room, she placed her phone down onto the nearby table as the assassin did the exact same thing as she did before. It felt right to be with her Isabella as for some reason she would be safe when she was around her.