B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)

Thirty Three

The morning in the city of London is very soothing, the cold air blowing felt to the bone. No one is willing to go out of the house, even just to pick up the daily newspaper in their yard. Angel awoke from sleep, realizing that her body was heavy. He saw a man's hand holding him from behind, he turned his head and found that Smith was the one holding him. Slowly he lowered Smith's hand, and got out of bed.

Angel walked towards the window, and opened the curtain so that sunlight could enter. Almost the entire area was covered with white snow that glistened in the light of the Surya, some janitors were busy cleaning the streets covered with heavy snow. Angel realized something was wrong with her stomach, it was painful and unpleasant that made her want to vomit. Angel tried to ignore it, and decided to take a shower.

Warm water from the shower running from the top of his head to the sidelines of his toes, Angel so enjoy every drop of water that flows into his body. While occasionally rubbing his body parts with soap, the scent of lavender burst out. So fragrant and soothing, Angel closed her eyes a shadow flashed past her thought. He opened his eyes quickly, it seems too long playing water in cold weather can affect health. Angel stopped taking a shower, as she was about to use a towel. The sound of hysterical shouting shocked her, Angel quickly put on a bathrobe, tied the rope to the side, and went to the door to ascertain what had happened.

“Where are you going?, better put your shirt on first.” Smith woke up and looked at Angel.

“There is a scream outside, it will be very suspicious if we do not come out to see it.”

“Wait, let me come out first.” Smith picked up the shirt lying on the floor and put it on

Smith turned the door knob, when they came out it turned out that many apartment residents who came out to see. Smith said to join the crowd, he decided to ask one of the people who passed by.

“Excuse me, Sir what is going on.?”

“There was a murder on the upper floor, one family was shot. A man was killed, while a woman and a small child were found dying, the police were evacuating the victims and taking them to the hospital.” Said one of the apartment residents.

“Oh.., poor boy.” Angel showed a sad face as if she was about to cry.

“Have been a darling.” Said Smith while gently patting Angel's shoulder.

“Thank you for the information sir.”

The man nodded and went towards the crowd.

“Honey, let's go in.”

Smith closed the door, a smile on his lips.

“Acting good Aqila, you should have become an artist now.”

Angel smiled in response to Smith. But his heart was broken, he hoped the woman and child would survive.

“What will we do now?.” Said Angel in a flat tone.

“Once the road is passable we will go to Shangri la hotel, there is a party banquet being held there.”

“Only that?.”

“And the good news, our next target will be to join the banquet, unfortunately I can not come. You and James are leaving, here's the data on our target.” Said Smith while handing over the iPad containing the target data.

“Oh yes Aqila, you should dress up beautifully. Choose the clothes you like, and I'll take you to the salon.”

Angel grinned, picked a dress at random and wore it.

“Alright, I'm ready.”

When Angel came out of the bathroom, she found Smith ready in a white shirt and a black tuxedo. Smith tightened the tie, and looked at Angel in awe.

“Out very cold, don't forget to wear his coat.”

Angel nodded, immediately put on a coat and did not forget to wear gloves. James was already in the car first, but this time it wasn't him driving the car. Angel sat in the back seat amazed to see James in a white tuxedo suit, a rolex watch coiled around James' arm making him look like an important person. While Smith was sitting in the steering wheel, he wore a hat that made him look like a driver.

“Alright, Ladies and gentlemen. We will go to the salon first, so that the mistress looks more charming.” Said Smith while looking through the front view.

Smith drove down the motorway before turning into Abbey Road, a slippery road that required Smith to drive slowly. The row of buildings across the street looks very beautiful with snow covering the roof of the building and the yard, finally after eleven minutes of travel they arrive at Elizabeth Hsieh Makeup Artist, '' she said , located not far from the market on the street maltbey.

“Mistress, We've arrived. You guys better get down soon, we don't have much time.” Said Smith.

“You'll get off, I'll wait in the car.” James looked away and read a magazine in the car.

Smith got out of the car, opened the car door for Angel and bowed with his arms held high. Like a pose when a man is about to start a dance.

“Well, come on miss Aqila. I promise I'll make you an angel tonight.”

“Sorry, I can do it myself.” Angel got out of the car and ignored Smith.

Angel stared at the building, not looking like a salon, but like a cheap apartment building tucked away in a narrow alley. The door was made of glass, as soon as they entered a staircase immediately welcomed their presence. Angel was confused and turned to stare at Smith, Smith climbed one by one stairs without saying much. Angel followed Smith until they arrived on the first floor, a woman immediately greeted them kindly and kindly. Smith and the woman shook hands, without further ado they were immediately ushered into the room. The woman withdrew, letting them sit in the chair that had been provided.

The room is quite spacious, many wedding dresses on display are sculpted and hung neatly lined up in the right corner of the room. A chair that can be arranged facing the dresser on the edge of the glass there is a lamp, a large makeup box complete, various hairdresser equipment is on the dresser and various trinkets such as necklaces, necklaces, bracelets, rings and so on are neatly arranged on a neck and hand sculpture, right next to the dresser.

A woman about forty years old came to them. “There can I help you sir?.”

“Yes, introduce this Aqila my best friend. We want to go to the party, can you change the look dear.”

“Oh.., Aqila. Nice to meet you, my name is Elizabeth you can call me Eliza.” Eliza and Angel shook hands, then Eliza pulled her hand and said. “Come baby, sit here. Let Eliza adorn you.”

Angel said she sat in the chair and let Eliza dress her up without a fight.

“We only have half an hour, he has to completely change. Otherwise, you'd know what I'd do.” Smith spoke in a threatening tone.

Eliza gulped, she's not a makeup artist. He is a professional, many famous models who have been dressed well. Eliza began by cleaning Angel's face, applying it moisturizer, pondation, forming cheekbones, nose and chin using the technique of coutor, and covering it with powder. Engraving his eyebrows slightly swooped up using black eyebrows, wearing eyeshadow with the collaboration of nude and black brown, false eyelashes, mascara and eyeliner. And lastly blush on colored peach and apply maroon red lipstick. Angel's hair is straight and long in the blow, giving rise to a beautiful wavy effect.

“Completed, huh... It turns out there are still two minutes left, I'd better put on a little bit of my best perfume.” Eliza sprayed a distinctive scented perfume that Angel had never kissed.

“Bravo.., Eliza's good work. Here's your check, and keep this a secret from anyone.” Smith gave Eliza a check.

“Thank you sir, take it easy. You can trust me “

Smith and Angel came out of the room and back to the car, arriving in the car James just remained silent without seeing the change that happened to Angel he just said in a flat tone.

“Smith, are there any more places we will visit?.”

“I don't think, we will go directly to Shangri la hotel. Take it easy just a few minutes from here.”

Smith started the car, stepped on the gas pedal and left the place. On Smith's occasional trip to steal a glance at Angel from the front viewpoint, Angel realizes it's just turning her face toward the road. Fourteen minutes passed, A towering conical building greeted them from a distance. Every glass in the building was dewy, and the edges of the pavement were filled with snow. Angel and James got out of the car, Smith left as soon as they set foot on the red carpet to the front door. The hotel receptionist and other employees were very friendly, one of the employees happily drove them to the bar on the fifty-two floor where the party was held. When walking Angel holding James' hand, acting as if they were a married couple that made James feel disgusted.

“Can't be overdone, don't touch me like this.” Whisperer James.

“If you think I'm willing, you're wrong sir. I'm just acting, when we get to the top I won't touch you again.” Reply Angel with ketus.

“Let's ladies and gentlemen, I'll show you the place.” A young hotel employee escorted them up the elevator to the fifty-second floor.

In the elevator, they were silent without sound.

Ting.....

The elevator slowly opened, and they arrived.