The usually pert little girl stared at him, holding her favorite teddy bear in one hand and his pistol in the other.

"Hi dad" she whispered.

"Baby?" he asked cautiously. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry."

"That is not an answer to my question," was his brilliant rejoinder—one that is far too overused by parents.

"Do not hesitate to complete your mission," a voice spoke in the girl's head, abetting her in this act. "Do not fail us." The girl did not want to aggrieve her father, but people do not always have the nicety of such a choice. The man understood; he stared down the barrel of the gun that was no longer his and smiled.

"Do it," he said. The resonating bang jerked the little girl back as blood distended.

That was when she got her first charm for her bracelet.

~•~•~•~

A beautiful young woman disembarked from a cab at the entrance of a fancy five-star restaurant in the heart of the city. She endued a face of calm politeness and body language of flirtatiousness. When she got to the front desk, she played with her bracelet full of charms, glibly bringing it to the attention of the man working there.

"Right this way miss," the man, appearing to be in his 60's, said to her. "He's at that table over there." The young woman glided towards where she was pointed gracefully, with a small sway of her hips. The man of her focus wore a navy blue vestment with a silver brooch over the small amount of black shirt peeking out.

"Hello, there," she said in a melodic voice when she reached his table. He stood up to greet her.

"Katala, right?" he asked, her clandestine smile intriguing him, but she did seem to show any trappings of danger. Her light brown hair was in an elegant updo with a few curls falling out and she wore are spangled dress that flowed down her body like water over a smooth rock.

"Tuwile, right?" she replied. The now identified Tuwile stood to greet her and puller her chair out for her. "Thank you."

"I'm so happy you showed up."

"I did tell you I would love to take you out, did I not?" Her smile had a hint of a smirk, teasing to the untrained eye, but to those who knew how to look there was a hint of danger in it. The two chatted as they looked at their menus, showing Tuwile to be an urbane young man, but it was when they ordered that his true colors showed.

"Have you decided what you would like to order tonight?" The waiter asked the pair cordially. Katala respectfully asked his opinion of which of two of the entres he thinks is better as Tuwile sneered at the waiter out of her sight. Once she finished ordering her dinner, the waiter turned to Tuwile expectantly. Katala's eyes widened at his discriminating speech towards the polite waiter. 'So that's why him,' she thought.

Dinner went on, filled with pleasant chatter, a soft aria playing in the background setting the mood with beautiful words and a haunting melody. As they ate dessert, Tuwile spoke up.

"Would you like to take this somewhere else?" He asked suggestively.

"What do you have in mind?" She flirted back.

"Follow me." He led her outside where an elegant dark blue—almost black— car, not blighted in the slightest, awaited them. The car ride passed in a comfortable silence with only the radio to fill it. The eventually pulled into the driveway of a large house that must have cost a small fortune. Tuwile opened her door for her and helped her out of the car. He led her inside to a den with a large television mounted on the wall in front of a maroon couch. A minibar was on the left side of the room. Green house plants dotted the room and maroon drapes elegantly flowed down the tall windows. Expensive paintings, each with a gold frame adorned the walls. He led her to the couch before his lips puckered as he leaned closer to her. She didn't fight him.

After an hour of making out on the couch they separated. He smiled at her, pupils blown wide. She smirked flirtatiously.

"I did tell you I would love to take you out, didn't I?"

"Indeed you did," he said breathlessly before going back to making out with her. Before he had a chance to take it further, she slipped a small knife out of her purse and stabbed him in the side. He gasped in pain into her mouth. She took the knife out and gently dragged it across his back without breaking his skin. When she reached his neck he pulled away from her mouth, not moving further than necessary due to the knife he was hyper aware of at his neck.

"What are you doing?" She just smiled. "Why are you doing this?"

"I did tell you I would love to take you out," she smirked dangerously. She dragged the knife across his throat , killing him. She quickly and gracefully stood, leaving him on the couch before grabbing her purse. She whipped out her phone and pressed a couple buttons on the screen. "It is done."

"Excellent." A voice said through the phone. "Your prize will be waiting in your living quarters." She smiled. Her charm collection was growing.

~•~•~•~

Now I know this story is not a rationalization, but it just called to me to write it like a siren calls to sailors to swim towards her.

~~~~~~A/N~~~~~~

Hello! The last of this mass upload. This was fun. The last sentence was because I had one vocabulary word left and I could not for the life of me find a place that it would fit nicely into the story, hence the add-on. This one is a little shorter but I was a major time constraint. So prompts! There were quite a few. I'll put them in the order I found them.

Yeah, I kind of went crazy with the prompts. On the plus side, I now have enough prompts to last me quite a few weeks, maybe even through the end of the year. Dear universe, please don't give me a set of words next week that will completely prove me wrong. While writing this I was listening to my "villains" playlist on Spotify, where my username is KittyJemma, because I made it years ago, like back when Every Witch Way was still premiering and there was the whole Jemma vs Demma thing, so like the very end of season three. Oops. I went on another tangent... I'll go now...

Write to you later my kittens!

~KittyDitzyDance