[ WP ] Whilst two kidnappers are holding a person hostage , they find out they 've kidnapped the wrong guy .

`` Alright! We got the bastard!'' The driver cheered as he sped off in the van. 
 
 `` Yeah, got'em while they was sleepin'! All we had to do was throw the bag over'ere head and drag'em out!'' The man next to me said. 
 
 I smiled under the hood. Oh, those poor miserable fools. They had no idea that they'd kidnapped very dangerous bait. 
 
 `` He's not sayin' anything is he?'' The driver called back again. 
 
 I rolled my eyes from under the hood. They're so incompetent that they think I'm a *he*. I guess they thought my breasts were a bullet proof vest then? 
 
 `` Wait, we was supposed to get a `` he''?'' The voice closest to me said. 
 
 `` Oh, for fuck's sake, Don! Did you grab his lady instead? Ah, never mind. I think the boss can use her as bait. At least, I hope that's what he'll decide to do. He could just put a bullet in our brains for incompetence.'' The driver sounded frustrated. 
 
 The rest of the ride was filled with silence. I wondered what they would do once they discovered who I truly was? The anticipation was gnawing at me. 
 
 A loud screech interrupted my thoughts. I briefly thought about how badly they needed to get their breaks checked before I was being escorted out of the vehicle. They were a little less rough with me than before. 
 
 I was blindly lead into someplace that reeked of old motor oil. I was sat in and bound in a metal chair. They used rope. Poor fools, this was going to be much too easy. 
 
 I heard a lighter click and the sound of footsteps drew nearer. I suppose this was the man they called `` boss''? 
 
 `` What in hell is the meaning of this?'' The boss barked, `` I sent you after a man, not a woman! Are you two so incompetent that you can not tell the difference?'' 
 
 `` Boss, I can explain.'' The driver spoke, `` We could n't find the guy so we got his lady instead. She'll make for good leverage, right?'' 
 
 What a clever little lie. 
 
 `` Hmm, that's the smartest thing you've thought of all day.'' The boss seemed pleased. 
 
 I felt the hood tug off of my head. Although I kept my head bowed, I was able to survey some of my surroundings. They had brought me to the old warehouses? How cliche. 
 
 `` You must be Mrs. Robinson.'' The boss was saying, `` We're going to have you say a few things in front of a camera soon. It's our way of sending a message to your dear sweet husband.'' 
 
 I laughed. Before me stood a balding man in his mid thirties. Even more, he was no other than `` The Butcher''. The city's most wanted criminal was standing in front of me. 
 
 `` What's so funny?'' He narrowed his eyes at me. 
 
 `` You seem to think I am some,'Mrs. Robinson.' It's such a pity that you've made such a fatal mistake.'' I raised my head and looked him dead in the eye. 
 
 I am unsure what exactly about my appearance startled him the most. Perhaps it was the red eyes that caught him off guard? I easily broke my bindings and was upon him in seconds. 
 
 His lackeys could only stand back in horror as I ripped his throat open with my fangs. Leaving `` The Butcher's'' mangled body, I slammed the driver against the wall, and grabbed the one called Don. 
 
 `` Don,'' My tone was filled with Mockery, `` You seem to have pissed yourself.'' 
 
 Indeed, his blue jeans had already gotten a shade darker. What a pitiful man. I laughed in his face. 
 
 `` You see, Mr. Robinson hired me to cause a distraction while he escaped the state. We have some unfinished business with another supernatural client and your little gang was simply in the way. Pity you humans are so... fragile.'' 
 
 It took no effort to snap his worthless neck. The driver did not stir. I had killed him when I slammed him into the wall, for I could no longer hear his heart beating. 
 
 I left the warehouse and pulled my phone out of my pocket. Mr. Robinson needed to know that `` The Butcher'' and his lackeys would no longer be a problem.
