Death of a Friend

"Old friend..."

The old man just stared.

"What?! What do you mean you were followed? How?"

"What kind of question is that? It's not like the person who followed me asked my permission. But I was definitely followed. And my keen senses tell me that he's across the road...waiting."

The store was plunged into silence once more, as Luke and the clerk looked at each other, and then the door...and five seconds later, three loud knocks came at the door.

"You hide," the clerk said in a whisper. "I'll take care of him."

Luke hid himself behind a large bookcase, as the old man undid the lock of the door and opened it once more, his white hair ruffling slightly in the wind and rain that now spattered at his face.

A tall dark figure, cloaked and soaking wet, stood at the door, his face shrouded in darkness. He was much taller than the man, and he began to walk inwards.

"Where is he, old man?" he said, his voice harsh and shallow.

"I'm sorry?"

"The immortal. I saw him come in here."

Author's Note

Written 23 November 2009.

A few points with this one.

Who is this person? Is he an assassin? Is her working for someone else? And if so, why does his client want an immortal murdered?

The clerk is the owner of a very discreet bookstore, that also deals in certain shipments...for immortals.

"I have your shipment right here..."
"Forget about that...I was followed..."

Why was he going to the bookshop? Shipment (books?)

France, Bordeaux.

Immortal: increased senses, never die, eternal youth, centuries of accumulated knowledge.

"He's been waiting outside my house for a few days now. I tried losing him in the alleys, but no such luck."

Assassin stays watching outside house.

City of Immortals.

Edit: tells him to take the rooftop way out, but he waits to see what happens...sees him killed. And then runs.