[ WP ] A hitman is draining his targets ' blood to misdirect blame to vampires

The room was still, with only the rhythmic ticking of a clock to indicate any signs of movement. In this room, a man stealthy moved across from one piece of furniture to the next, careful not to add any more sounds to the steady ticking. 
 
 *Tick. Tock. * 
 
 In his hand, the man gripped a silver tool. To the average person ’ s eye it would appear to look like a compass, but in the man ’ s deft hands it served a much more sinister purpose. Sticking to the shadows, he waited for the right moment to strike. 
 
 In the next room, a lady was sitting, unaware of what was about to happen. She was sitting in a brown leather chair, one hand gripping a glass filled with red wine, the other resting on the arm of the chair. Flames flickered across her face. 
 
 *Tick. Tock. * 
 
 One swift movement and by the man was by the woman ’ s side, the silver compass in the woman ’ s neck. The man pressed harder and waited until blood gushed from the newly created wound. The woman slumped over, and the glass of wine tipped over in her hand and onto the floor. 
 
 Satisfied, the man straightened and walked over to the flames. There was no need for silence. He reached over and grabbed the glass to drink the last dregs of wine. 
 
 He took a sip. 
 
 *Tick. Tock. * 
 
 And spat it out. 
 
 And turned around. 
 
 Behind him the woman rose, pulled the compass from her neck and licked the edge, her tongue caressing the sharp edges. 
 
 *Tick. Tock. * 
 
 “ Allow me to explain. ” 

