Secrets
I do not own twilight or Stephanie's characters
Prologue:
I am one of a kind.
Nobody knows about me. It was like I was never born. And to a point, not in this period of time.
The people that saw me, died, or think they know me when all they know is what I made them believe.
How I go undetected and completed all my missions are my secrets. It ends up all the same endings, they die, and I go on with my life. I love at what I do; it keeps me sane, focused, and level headed. I get the job done, and done right the first time, clean, no mess, no fuss. Simple. It seems to magically happen, in a case it usually does.
Magic.
Spells.
Potions.
And herbs.
I'm a witch assassin.
In a way it's not just a job, but my life.
It gets complicated at times but I work through them. Like when you meet someone who looks familiar but they're not, or when you get attached to a place that feels close to home, falls apart because people start to notice something is different with you. Its all the same outcome.
Moving….
Different town….
Different city….
Different climate….
Different state….
Or different country….
Making it to where no one will remember you because they're all dead or killed by me….
I'm something you don't ever want in your home town.
I bring trouble/danger or anything bad…
I'm a terrible person to the human eyes.