Wicked Jealousy

"So you want me to play matchmaker?"

How had it come to this? Honestly, Vajra was not entirely sure of the details herself. One moment she had been strolling along the street, minding her own business. The next she found herself pulled into this alleyway by a random man, babbling away about needing some help. Normally being pulled into an alleyway without any warning would have resulted in the perpetrator lying on the ground, surrounded by his own blood. Vajra was not one for surprises and such an act would almost seem like an attack. Truthfully, she had almost reached into her pocket and extracted the small rock that she used to defend herself nowadays. Even now she fingered it in her pocket, rolling the sharpened stone between her fingers.

But the man had strangely quick to explain. He had picked her out because she was gorgeous, a fact she already knew, and that she could be exactly what he needed to pull off his plan. Apparently he was in love with this woman, who was in love with another man. Jealous had taken a firm hold of him and now he simply couldn't rest until he had her. But the other man was the very epitome of masculine, everything this muttering, leery-eyed fool was not.

"No, no, not at all. I'm the matchmaker, you're the tool." He snapped at her, waving his hands around.

Her smile seemed to widen but there was a wickedness to it now."Call me a tool again. Please." She said softly, her voice oozing villainous intent.

The man got the picture. "Not what I meant, no offense intended, I assure you madam. Please just...listen to my plan."

It was an...interesting plan, to say the least.

Her client, which was about the only thing she could think to call him at this point, had found out that Mr. Perfect was going to propose to his dearly beloved on their next date. Once they were engaged, apparently that prevented her client from ever winning his love's heart away. So he had ordered her -- or at least attempted to order her -- to meet the man at the local tavern and make sure he left town. He'd specifically said she could bully him and scare him away, enough so that he'd never want to return. Then she would take some plagiarized letters to the woman to convince her that Mr. Perfect had not only hated her but only used her for sex when he was bored.

It was actually kind of maniacal when she thought about it. Despite his nature, her client had proven to be devious. She was impressed; enough so that she agreed to help in his plan. It wasn't necessarily because she wanted him to succeed -- she more wanted to see how it would turn out. It was a political move on her part, along with a monetary one. She'd only recently escaped from captivity and she'd already learned that jewel was the only way to get anything in this new free world.

And it was those facts that led her to the tavern, walking right up to Mr. Perfect and giving him her most seductive smile. "Hey handsome. This seat taken?"

It was terrifying how well Vajra played the game.

There was that moment of surprise; a beautiful woman had approached out of nowhere and shown an instant interest in them. She'd even complimented them on their looks, something that always earned a blink or maybe even a small blush. Mr. Perfect was good to only show his bashfulness through a smile. That icebreaker was too much to ignore -- who in their right mind would say 'That seat is not taken but I don't want your company, leave me alone'.

So of course the seat is offered and she sits right down next to them, ordering herself some colorful, fruity drink before opening the conversation. Exchange of names -- she gave her real one because she frankly didn't care if it earned her a reputation. If anything, she desired that exact thing. Then there was small talk; do you come here often -- how very cliche -- reasons for coming into that exact tavern, the works. Mr. Perfect was a great for talking and absolutely gorgeous to look at. Vajra couldn't blame the lady in this mix for falling for him. Then she casts out her hook; no girl with you tonight?

Oh no, he says. He won't see her until tomorrow night but it's going to be a special night. The excited man can't hold in his news, unloading everything to her if only to get it off his chest. A perfect date that'll conclude with a perfect ending; a ring and a --hopefully- ecstatic agreement. Oh she puts on like she's excited for him, congratulating him and wishing him the best. But that line is already being reeled in quickly, as the drinks continue to pass between them from their talking. "How would you like to make this night special too? One last night of fun for the single man?"

Prey. Caught.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

Mr. Perfect starts to complain, his voice slurring from the alcohol he's consumed. There's a rationality still in him, fighting against his bodily desires. He knows he's with a woman who is ready to have sex with him, happily and excitedly. But he also knows he has a woman that he loves and he wants to stay committed to her. Oh it was adorable to watch him balance on that tightrope, trying to decide which side to plunge into. It caused her to giggle, which she of course played off her own drunken state amused. "No one will ever know." She promised him, giving him a wink as she took his hands in her own and led him forward.

The tavern was a memory now, left back on the main streets of Cedar. She'd led him through some alleyways and out towards the docks. They had to stop a few times to avoid the patrolling knights and she had taken that time to pull him in for a kiss or a sensual grope. She knew the more she blurred his mind with lust, the more he'd forget about the woman he was supposed to be dedicated to. Finally they came upon the port, the long wooden docks reaching out to the sea like ligneous fingers trying to grip the crashing waves.

"Never fooled around on the docks before." He said happily, grinning wildly as the prospect of what was coming to him set in. She smiled back at him and pressed him up against a stack of supply boxes, pressing her body against his. Her mouth found his, their passions igniting further and heading towards the breaking points.

She pulled away as her hand ran down his torso. "I'll be quick, I promise." She whispered to him as her hand dipped inside of a pocket, fumbling around to find the one thing she wanted more than anything at that moment. She could hear his breath come out ragged, his mouth opening to question her -- wanting to know exactly what she would do.

But the only thing he would experience was pain. Vajra's hand shot out from her pocket and swung sideways, the sharp rock gripped tightly between her fingers. She aimed it perfectly so it sliced right through his neck, carving a neat line right under his rugged jaw. He started gagging almost immediately as blood poured out from the wound like a waterfall, coating his chest in the plasma. His hands went to the injury, grabbing at it in some kind of attempt to save his own life. He stared at her, wide-eyed in horror as he realized that he was, in fact, going to die because he'd been led astray.

He was practically a ragdoll then. She pulled him away from the boxes and then gave him a swift kick in the stomach, causing him to stumble backwards and fall off the pier. He fell for a couple of seconds before he hit the water, the dark liquid swallowing him up. He emerged again for only a brief moment, his body floating face down in the murky sea. He wasn't dead yet but all of his energy was draining out with his blood. She leaned over to look at him just as his body sunk into the waters once more, this time for good. She was still smiling.

"I did say it would be quick."

Vajra couldn't stand tears. Anyone crying was more of a nuisance than anything else. Normally, she would have rolled her eyes and told them to shut up -- or shut them up herself. But there she stood, above the heart-broken weeping mess that was Mr. Perfect's former beloved. She wept like she'd never cried before, tears running down her face in torrential waterfalls. The tear drops fell from her jaw and chin and dripped upon the two letters she held in her hands, smudging the ink that had been used to fill out the words.

"I don't believe he did this to me. I never even knew." She wailed, her fingers clenching the parchments tighter as she tried to wrap her head around what she had read and had been told. There were still at least three other letters, unsealed, at her feet but all it took was two of them to break her into pieces.

"I am so sorry." Vajra tried to sound sincere, coming off better than she expected. She wasn't surprised to find the woman to be downright gorgeous -- both men that had pursued her spoke lengths about her beauty after all. Natural born blonde, perfect figure. Vajra had had a hard time trying to look somber in sight of such a wonderful sight.

And to be fair, she had gotten herself all riled up last night with Mr. Perfect. A small smile tugged at her lips for a brief moment before she walked around put her hands on the woman's shoulders, rubbing them gently. "He just seemed so...so different from other guys." The woman said miserably.

"I know." Vajra said softly. "I absolutely hate being the bearer of bad news." After giving the woman's shoulders a short massage, she came around and knelt down in front of her. "Maybe there's something I can do to help you feel better..."

"I can't believe it actually worked."

That was always a great thing to hear from the mastermind. Vajra rolled her eyes as she stood before the man who was practically giddy with the success of his scheme. They had met in the exact same alleyway as before, the crowds bustling by on the street just next to them. He wiggled his hands about, practically ready to burst. "Tell me how scared he looked. Did he pee himself? Did he cry when you told him he would never return?"

"Oh, he was quite speechless. Though he did seem a little choked up." Vajra said evenly, though her smile twitched with amusement. She'd opted to not tell this weasel how she'd gotten rid of his competition, more interested on how he would react when or if Mr. Perfect's body was ever recovered.

"Oh this is so exciting. Finally I'll be able to be with my love." He continued to mutter, already forming a new plan to come to the woman's dismal rescue and make her love again.

"Good for you." Vajra said as she thumbed through the jewel she had been handed before she shoved it in her pocket. "I can promise you're getting a great tasting lady."

The man nodded emphatically and mindlessly. It took him another moment to pause, his brow ruffling, and question exactly what that meant. When he turned to look at Vajra and ask her the meaning of her statement, he was treated to an empty alleyway and nothing more.