Chapter One:
The Hitman sent by Harry Potter
I was bored. Face it; after downing twelve shots of vodka and three Bloody Marys there weren't many things I could do without getting mugged or arrested.
So without much restraint I decided to relax and stay put. You could probably understand that when someone taps your shoulder you'd expect a fight. But when I turned around I saw a young dhampir with long brown hair and dark green eyes.
The expression on her face didn't reveal much about her but she looked pretty pissed about something….wonder what? She didn't smile, but instead grabbed my shoulder and pulled me out of the bar; I was then shoved into a black SUV.
"Okay, I know you're all through talking and you want to seem all tough but what was all that for? You could have killed me," I cried angrily.
"Whatever, I'm your guardian for the moment being…hopefully by then you would have stopped being such a bitch and a drama queen..." she responded, grabbing a crate of clothing, "Here, wear these."
"Seriously, you're my guardian?"
"No, I'm a hit man sent by Harry Potter to give you a lollipop and then steal your pants…"
"Jeez, no need to go over the top."
After that the conversation was pretty limited until she said something quite peculiar:
"I'm not wearing that, you know…"
"What?" I asked, until something inside me clicked. "No, you have to or… I'll commit suicide."
After arguing for several moments she finally agreed. About time! A world without Adrian Ivashkov was a boring world. Several long hours passed until we stopped at a motel but there was one rather big problem: the one bed.
As the responsible person, I suggested we should sleep in the bed together.
Unfortunately, she didn't quite agree with my brilliant plan…
For the whole night, we slept peacefully; she slept on the bed and I slept on the couch. It wasn't fair I needed to sleep on the bed after all I was the defenceless Moroi! I walked over to the bed and tried to push my 'guardian' off it. The next morning, I woke up with a black eye and a twisted ankle. Ouch…talk about a bitch…
We walked silently to the car.
"Sorry about your black eye…I was kinda angry yesterday," she muttered as we both hopped into the car; she looked pretty today, she was wearing a grey T-shirt and a pair of black leather leggings on her hand was a topaz ring. She was holding a box of doughnuts and two cups of coffee.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, "I can get you a feeder."
I was hungry but not for blood or coffee; it was an urge to eat chocolate glazed doughnuts.
"Nah, I'm fine…Can I have one?" I asked pointing to the frosted doughnuts
"Sure." Quickly I grabbed two of the doughnuts and stuffed them in my mouth.
"Where are we going…" my voice drifted off; she must have noticed though, because she quickly said, "Cass…oh, uh, we're going to the royal court."
"No way, I will not…"
But my words were quickly cut off due to the rumbling of the engine; the car had come to life and was now speeding down the road. This time the conversation between us was less awkward; we told each other about our lives and after a while on the road, I was beginning to enjoy her company.
After hours of chatting about our lives, the court came into view. Even though the palatial grounds were beautiful I had an empty feeling in my stomach. I would have to see Rose during my visit.
"I should tell you why you're here. Queen Vasilisa is missing and, well, we need to find her. We all made a promise to protect the queen. She's been taken by these, well, people, and seeing as you're a spirit user, everyone thought you could walk her dreams or something," Cass said in a remarkably calm tone.
It took me a while to process things. Lissa was gone and they wanted me to save the day…I was so screwed. Finally I responded in a shaky voice, "Okay, I'll see what I can do."
It wasn't often Adrian Ivashkov was too shocked for words, but this was just one of those days. After Cass told me about the missing queen the whole day seemed meaningless; all I could do was feel miserable. What if I failed?
Then the perfect idea came to my head; since Lissa was missing who was better to know her whereabouts than Jailbait, her own sister! As I hurriedly walked out my room I was greeted by Cass. Excitedly, I explained my theory to her.
After minutes of persuading her, she finally gave in and followed me up to Jill's room. After about walking a thousand steps we finally reached Jailbait's room. Excitedly, I knocked on her door; after about three knocks Jill finally answered.
"God, would you leave me alone already!" Jill cried angrily as she opened the door, "Adrian?"
"About time, Jailbait!"
As Cass and I entered the room we were greeted by a strange sight: Jill and Rose were sitting on the couch and Jill was comforting Rose by patting her on the shoulder. But the weirdest thing was the fact that Rose was sporting puffy red eyes and splotchy cheeks.
My instincts kicked in and I walked over to them and gave Rose a gentle hug. After our embrace I realised Rose had the strangest look plastered to her face; her dark brown eyes were glazed over and her features went slack.
Rose then stood up and ran out the door.
"Adrian, I thought you wanted to ask Jill something…" Cass muttered wearily, I then realised Cass' forehead was covered in sweat. What had she been doing?
"Right, Jill, you realise Lissa is missing, right? Well, I was wondering if you had any idea of her whereabouts; I mean you are her sister…"
But I was abruptly cut of when Jill pressed her lips to mine. To make things short, I thought my lips were being eaten by wolves. Hungry wolves. My whole body tensed in its effort to push her away. No wonder Rose ran away when she had her chance.
After a few minutes of suffocation, I managed to break free of Jill's wrath. Quickly, I ran for the closest exit which let's just say wasn't close enough. As soon as I was out of Jill's room I felt a hand on my shoulder. Oh crap!
Luckily though, the hand belonged to Cass. As I turned around I analysed Cass' appearance; her forehead was covered in sweat and her face had become slightly paler. I was confused; the only thing Cass had been doing was watching Jill eat my lips. Though I had to admit anyone who had watched that needed severe mental therapy afterward. I needed liquor pronto…
"That wasn't much use." I finally managed to say.
"No, it wasn't much use. You should have focused on the task but instead you went ahead and tried to focus on your love life. Focus on one task only, Moroi. Worry about yourself and worry only for yourself. Don't disrupt the cycle of a life!" She replied; her voice getting louder by every sentence.
I stared at her in surprise. Every moment she was speaking her aura was changing. It was growing redder and redder. As her aura was changing her face was too.
I needed a drink maybe two drinks. Or three. We walked to our rooms in complete utter silence. Every moment or so my thoughts wondered to her aura. Why did she become so angry over such a little issue?
I hurried up to my room. All I could think about was think about was her aura but my thoughts were abruptly cut off when there was a knock at my door.
