a punch from the soul eater. Their prey was a tall female and as she clipped the side of Noah’s head in a paint smear of movement, Eden’s intuition told her it wouldn’t be an easy kill. Dropping to the ground, she wrapped her hands around the girl’s head and locked onto her gaze. She hadn’t tried to compel anyone since she’d fully transitioned but right now Noah needed her. Pushing her compulsion on the girl, Eden ignored the twinge of guilt and said, “You must stay here. Don’t move.”
“I must stay here. Won’t move.”
Heaving a relieved sigh that it had worked, Eden stood up to face their enemy just as the bitch plunged a knife into Noah’s hand. The move distracted him, giving the soul eater the space to execute a roundhouse kick that sent him sprawling back against a dumpster with a sickening thud. Fury poured into Eden’s veins and she clutched the sword in her hand with a steady grip. Calmly she stepped out to face the soul eater, who sneered at her as if she were nothing but a mere annoyance.
“They sent babies to do a man’s job.”
“Well, you know what they say about babies.”
The soul eater smirked. “What’s that?”
“Don’t underestimate the amount of shit they can bring.” Eden looped the sword in a semi-circle as Cyrus had taught her, bringing the blade down at an angle with the full force of her strength. The soul eater skipped back, the edge just missing her. Giving no quarter, Eden continued the attack, backing the soul eater into the darkest corner of the alley. A little panic entered the woman’s eyes and Eden felt triumphant, even as the soul eater hefted a huge bag of trash and threw it at her. She expected Eden to dive out of the way but instead she dropped her sword to catch the bag and launch it back at the soul eater. As the female tried to get out of its way, Eden grabbed her sword and dove at her, the blade slicing through the air and down across her hand. The feel of flesh cutting under blade made Eden a little queasy, but it also prepared her for what was to come next. As the soul eater screamed and grasped her severed and bloody lump of a wrist, Eden spun, the sword arcing through the night air in a haze of movement as she used the momentum to force the blade of the weapon through the soul eater’s neck.
A clean slice, the head rolled from the body as the body collapsed to the ground. The stinging, sickening scent of copper rent the air and Eden gulped down a little bit of bile as she gazed at her handiwork.
Her first kill.
She began breathing through her nose. It wasn’t like she hadn’t killed before. She had.
Accidentally, when those rebel Neith had attacked. But killing on purpose was a whole new ball game.
At the sounds of whispering Eden turned around to see Noah, with his now healed hand, leaning over the girl. He’d been guarding her while he let Eden take out the soul eater. A flare of warmth settled across her chest. She loved that he hadn’t jumped in. That he had believed in her to take care of it. Just as she was getting the warm fuzzies, Noah glanced up at Eden with a strange look in his eyes. “She’s got her soul back but you need to un-compel her.” Oh. Right. She wondered as she hurried back over to them if Noah was mad about that.
“I did it,” she whispered as she knelt down beside him, her eyes wide.
He gave her a small smile as he reached up to wipe some blood off her face. “Yeah.” At his pointed look, Eden nodded and leaned over the girl, removing the compulsion.
“You were never here. You went to the movies to see Dead Zombies 2. You took a walk after to get some air, and now you’re going home.”
By the look on Noah’s face she knew he hadn’t been expecting her to un-compel her only to compel her with something new. But how else were they supposed to deal with it?
The girl walked out of the alley and began talking on her cell like nothing had happened. As she strolled away into the night, jabbering away on the phone, Noah got on his cell to tell Cyrus they’d killed one of the soul eaters and needed a clean-up crew. The clean-up guys would