A.N. So I've been rereading this story and realized that I made quite a few mistakes when I first wrote it several years ago. I'm fixing as many errors as I can find with the grammar and spelling but forgive me if I miss any. I'll be updating the chapters on and off while also hopefully finishing this story instead of leaving just the cliffhanger. Thanks to everyone who stuck with it and my sincere apologies for leaving everyone hanging.
"Huntress! Where are you?" the loud shout was heard throughout the forest. This man was trying to kill her and he had made the mistake of shouting out. He was tall while also being made largely of muscles. While intimidating in his own right, he obviously wasn't as good at his job as she was. Auryon was an assassin, the best that anyone had ever seen all while being completely human.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you to keep your mouth shut? You gave your position away instantly." Her voice was silky smooth and colder than any winter landscape. It was filled with slight amusement and that was all the man heard before his throat was ripped out. Landing on his back, the would-be assassin looked up at the woman who watched him dying. Blonde hair that flowed like a beautiful river ran down her body, framing a beautiful face. Her eyes were a pale blue that seemed to shine in the half-light of the warehouse they were in. She was a highly trained killer, which was obvious in the way she stood and watched him.
"Never attempt to kill someone who has nothing to live for, they fight much better." With those parting words, Auryon set the box next to her on fire. This warehouse was a holding place for large casks of oil and would erase any evidence that she was ever here. Once outside, Auryon climbed onto the nearest rooftop and made her way across town. She was in Seattle and she wasn't sure she liked it too much. "I try to take a small vacation and people think they can catch me off guard."
She scoffed as she landed on another roof before coming to a complete standstill as she saw another person waiting there.
"Perhaps they thought you would let yourself relax like most humans have a tendency to do. Now tell me, why do you say you have nothing to live for?"
The man in front of her was ruggedly handsome. Brown hair pulled into a low ponytail, brown eyes, and bright red eyes. He wore a leather jacket, torn jeans, and no shoes. Auryon pulled herself to her full height before answering.
"I am the most wanted assassin in the States and I am dying of a sickness that isn't curable. My family is dead and I have no other that care for me. I kill because I find a small pleasure in taking from the world what it took from me. Who are you?" He smiled before dropping down into a crouch and showing his teeth, his eyes seeming to come to life.
"My name is John and I have a feeling that you will be a wonderful addition to my world." That was all she heard before he lunged at her and Auryon's world erupted into pain.