Kirian dropped the knife instantly and started shaking like a leaf, face crumpled. "What are you talking about?"

They moved closer, pistols still aimed at the younger man. "Don't play stupid, boy. Who sent you here?" Adeline demanded.

"I- what? I told you my friend told me that you could help me with some darker desires," he said in a wavering tone, "Did I read this wrong?"

Gerald whipped Kirian in the face with his pistol. He spat his question, "Do you think we're idiots? I've been doing this a lot longer than you, kid."

Adeline came up next to him. Both of their pistols were right in Kirian's face. He couldn't believe his luck.

This time, he was prepared. His expression turned sinister in the blink of an eye, and he knocked both guns out of their hands. The pistols skided into the far corner of the room. Faster than before, Kirian dropped down and picked up his knife before they could reach him and jumped back. 

"I'm sure you have, old man," he jeers.

As long as Kirian could keep a gun from firing, any sounds would be excused by the other patrons.

Gerald lunged for him and Kirian let him get close before slicing up hard into the side of his torso.

He roared, "You little bitch!"

He made the mistake of trying to cover his wound and Kirian took that opportunity to make some choice slices behind his knees and through both biceps.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kirian saw Adeline creeping towards the pistols.

He tsked, a genuine smile on his face now. He lunged, diving on top of her just before she reached the pistols. "Now why'd you have to go and do that?" he taunted before stabbing the knife deep into her throat. The muted crunch of her trachea only maked his eyes shine brighter in joy.

Once he heard a gurgling sound, Kirian pulled out his knife and held up a finger.

"I'll be right back."

He threw the pistols onto the bed and skipped over to Gerald, who had been half crawling, half rolling towards the door.

Kirian made a mocking pout. "So close but so far."

He let Gerald within a hand's breadth of the door before dragging him back by his legs. Gerald cried out and Kirian laughed like a mad man. He wiped a tear off Gerald's face, leaving a blood smear.

"Oops, well it's your wife's anyways. I'm sure you won't mind."

Gerald brought his head up in a surprisingly strong headbutt. It didn't quite reach Kirian, but the sentiment was appreciated. "I'll make you pay for this!" he threatened.

"Actually this whole thing is a payment for some other people I killed so I don't really think I can fit you in," Kirian said with a casual tone. He dragged his knife from the man's sternum all the way up to his neck.

"Aww, you'll have matching death blows. That's actually very cute."

Those are the last words Gerald heard before Kirian plunged the knife into his neck. As he choked, Kirian stroked his face. "If only I had the time to really enjoy this. You fought back well, " He mused.

In a few more minutes the couple are well and truly dead. There was nothing Kirian hated more than leaving a loose end, so he stabbed them both a couple times in a chest before reluctantly acknowledging that he had to go.

The knife could go back in its sheath but the shirt will have to stay. He took it off and wiped at the blood on his face and hands. Then, he grabbed the sheets and used them to collect them the rest. He made sure there were no streaks in the reflection of the ceiling mounted mirror and hoped any leftover redness just looked like a night well spent. His black pants hid the blood well so he didn't worry too much about that.

He tousled up his hair some more and assumed a satisfied expression, which came fairly naturally. After a deep breath, he opened the door a crack and slipped through. The room was just as lively as before and the people closest to the wall looked at him knowingly.

He feigned bashfulness and walked straight through the room to the exit without anyone stopping him. The man he had spoken to earlier threw him a wink, but didn't try to stop him, likely assuming he'd see him again soon enough.

No one blinked an eye as Kirian walked upstairs without a shirt. The bartender on the top floor only threw out a halfhearted 'Have a good one' as he exited the building.

Kirian walked without haste to the car. He wondered if anyone'd found the bodies yet, but as he slipped into the running car, he knew it didn't matter anymore.

He turned to Sebastian with a too-wide smile. 

"Two down, forty to go!"