The daily alarm clock went off just as the clock struck 8:45 p.m.

The agitating sound reminded me of what my job is, notifying me that in exactly a half an hour, I'll be wandering the night time abandoned streets of Vergennes, Vermont. Charading a teenage girl.

But looks can be decieving.

I picked my body up and stripped down to nothing but my under-clothing. I strapped on four different belts in different area's. One under my breasts that contained numerous ammount of stakes dipped in Vesilim, a poison that's deadly to mythicals. Then one on the calf of my foot and my arm. Then I pulled on a black band t-shirt that read 'Skillet', I put on black trip pants with worn out Doc Martens. Each article of clothing made it accessible to get my weapons. I put on a heavy ammount of eyeliner and tied my hair up so the black spiked collar was revealing. But the spiked collar wasn't just an accessory, it was necessary.

I have a tribal like tattoo that starts on the back of my nack, and makes its way around and then down my back. It symbolized me as an official killer.

I looked myself over in the mirror, finding myself suitable for my role. I opened my drawer and grabbed the two small fist sized guns that had Vesilim injected into it, if the bullet finds an inhuman blood, then the tablet will disengrate, causing more harm then the human brain can imagine. I stuck those into the sleeves of my HIM jacket right as my sister walked through my door,

"You're playing a gothic girl, right?" She asked.

I smiled, "How'd you know?"

Laya handed me a picture that looked like it had been taken through a security camera. In the picture was of a woman with fiery red hair and burning gray eyes that filled with hatred. She had an evil sneer plastered on her lips. And her body was crouched low, with one leg sticking to the side and it was erect. Just like a cat. I took in very line on the womans face, every feature I could see.

I read the paper of the womans information and quickly memorized it, then I tossed the paper.

"Alright, you know where to find your target," I told Laya, "and I know where to find mine. Meet back here as soon as your done because we have to call in the chief then go to headquarters and record our data, understand?" I said, strictly. Laya rolled her eyes then nodded, she descended down the stairs with me hot on her heels. My sister went left as I took the opposite direction as her. I calmly walked the streets, keeping a calm look-out for any person. Like I said, these streets are abandoned, none other then night-time watch patroled this area.

My facade was holding well as I passed a couple of security guards and greeted them kindly. I continued walking, no sauntering. As the suspense carried in the night-time air, fire burned through my veins. I was on-edge, if a sudden attack was to happen, the attacker would be dead in less then a second.

Finally, I heard the rustle of the branches, and it wasn't from the chilly wind either. There was an off smell in the air, the smell of two bloods mixing. The smell of a Changing.

I used the demon blood that coursed through my body and ran towards a tree at a speed no human was capable of, yet I could not out run a vampire, or werewolf...or any mythical for that matter.

I sniffed the air once again, it was the penny smell of human blood and the foul pixie blood, a hybrid. I dropped down to my stomach and crawled towards the campfire, using ferns for my shield.

I looked through a small hole that seperated one leaf from another, through that hole I was a young girl, staked in three different area's of her body, and those stake held her up...alone on a wooden post.

A deranged looking man walked from underneath a tree with a vial in his hands, smoke steamed out of it but the liquid was the thick red color of blood. Hands snaked around from behind the post and strapped the girls mouth shut. Her body hang limp, eyes half open with blood trailing down.

The man cut off the girls shirt, revealing four big gashes that tore the girl's stomach open wide enough for me to see her insides. Then he poured the liquid over her wounds, the girls head shot back, and her body jerked upwards, sliding up the stakes. A muffled scream was heard and the girls eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Nice work, Dean." A woman said, walking out from behind the post. Her red hair moved with the strong wind. Her gray eyes shone in the moonlight that was falling directly over head. I knew who this woman was instantly; Tracy Adams, my target.

The scream stopped abruptly. I glanced at the girl and was shocked at what I saw. Her skin was...melting away, like being burned, around the edges of the dissengrating skin, it turned a sickly blue/green color.

"Another victim rendered useless." The woman mumbled.

I drew the two guns from my sleeves, and planted the but on the ground. I pointed the head up and aimed on head at the mans cranium, seeing that he looked more weak...but that's an assumption.

I pulled the trigger of the gun, and the bullet went faster then the naked eye can follow, be it mythical or human. The man gave a shriek as the bullet hit the side of his skull quickly, but the bullet didn't stop just yet. It came back around and went through a seperate, but new hold. His scream was cut off by his body becoming limp and falling to the ground.

Tracy spun her head around, searching the tree's bushes, ferns, and flowers. Her eyes finally landed upon me and she charged at me. I had enough time to grab a stake and hold it in my hand in a shanking position, the tip of of the stake by my pinky finger. Her hand had closed around my throat but I was quick enough to turn around and aim the two guns at her abdominal that were now in one hand. I fired two bullets and heard the tear of skin as the two pebbles ripped through her stomach. Tracy stumbled back, holding her stomach that was now bleeding black blood. The bullets made the second round back and ripped through different holes. But she wasn't done just yet. Tracy clawed at me, getting one scratch on my cheek, but I barely noticed. Her hand gripped around my ponytail and spun me, weakly and let go, so I went flying into a tree. I shot my hand down and skidded to a stop while in runner's lunge. I had dropped the stake so I ripped the pocket in my jeans open and grabbed the other stakes, along with three throwing knives. I ran at full speed towards the vampire, guns pointed and shooting. Right as my blades were going to graze her skin, I slid under her legs and pointed the gun at the back of her head, I shot three times and watched as she fell down. I stabbed my stake in her chest and heart her slow heart beat stop all together.

Target, killed.

I picked up the mans body and layed it on top of Tracy's, then I took out the small tube of gasoline and poured it over their carcasses. I layed the lighten match and watched in awe how the gasoline caught on fire quickly and bursted into flames. The girl on the wooden post was dead, her body still being eaten away. I sighed and lightly took the stakes out, rolling them onto the ground.

I seperatley lit the girls body on fire, and watched. I picked up the stakes and trashed any evidence that gave a hint that something supernatural had occured. After cleaning up every small or big piece of hint, I left, once agian, sauntering down the night time streets of Vergennes, Vermont. I took the short cut of climbing up on the house fences and walking on the wooden fences as gracefully as a cat.

I landed on the grass of our backyard and walked in through the open backyard door. My sister was inside the house on the phone with the chief,

"Here she is!" Laya said, with an exasperated tone into the phone, "Adalynn, it's chief."

I grabbed the phone, "Hello?"

"Adalynn, what took you so long?"

"I was caught up, I'm coming in to report what I saw, but just to tell you now...you are not going to like this."

The chief groaned, "Alright, come right now."

I clicked the phone shut and glanced at my sister, and motioned towards the door, "Let's go."

She nodded and followed me outside, on our way I grabbed my motorcycle keys from the key rack and walked back outside.

"What took you so long, anyways, Ada?" Laya asked with my nickname that only she was allowed to call me. I handed her her helmet and sat on the black and red yamaha.

"There were two of them, a deranged looking madman and Tracy, my target. They were doing an illegal Changing. Pixie and human, the man put a vial on the girls wounds and it ate the flesh away." I informed while kicking the kickstand up and pressing on the gas. Laya gasped, and I felt her intake of breath on the back of my neck. I swerved out of the driveway and steered.

Driving up the mountain, and on to a flat land, I looked around for that small rock that looked like it didn't belong. I finally found it, and once it senced our presence, a tall opening widened for us as we drove into the parking lot. Finally I got out and walked into headquarters, first telling the entrance guard our information,

"Adalynn Cari Cameron, hyrbid, age, 17." I said,

"Laya Ellen Cameron, hyrbid, age 14." We couldn't say our complete information incase someone was listening.

"Welcome Adalynn Cari Cameron and Laya Ellen Cameron! Haven't seen you to for awhile. What brings you here?"

"Chief told us to come." I said blandly.

The bolts unlocked and Laya and I received entry. We scanned our hand prints. I walked into the building and was greeted by familiar and unfamiliar faces. Laya gave her friends, that were still in training, a hug and we went straigh to the big office, not even knocking.

"Richard, you are dismissed." Chief said, shooing away an employee. Then he turned to me and grinned a goofy smile, "Adalynn and Laya Cameron! Tell me about both of yours target."

I gave him my papers of Tracy Adams, her picture and biography. Laya did the same, Chief clicked his tongue then nodded,

"What did you witness Adalynn?"

"A pixie and human illegal Changing. Vampire Tracy Adams was there accompianed by a man who looked a tad odd. A human girl was pinned to a wooden post by stakes, that by my guess, were dipped in Vesilim. The man tore the human girls shirt open, which revealed four long gashes cut across his chest going down, past her navel. He poured the Changing liquid on to the wound, but it rejected it, again my assumption is that something else was in there besides just the blood, and her skin started eating itself away, wearing a blue/green color to it."

Chief took in the information calmly and nodded, "Alright." He said after awhile. "This is the third illegal Changing that's happened in the past three weeks. We need to get everyone on double hours--"

"We both have to school to attend, Chief." Laya said.

"That's right." He thought again for a moment, he thinks to much, "Then we will be assiging another team for your region. Only call them for emergencies, alright?" He said. My sister and I nodded,

"That demon blood that runs through both of you, make sure it doesn't get out to anyone. It is precious." He warned, so you've learned 2 new things about me.

1. I'm a demon/human hyrbid, along with my sister.

and

2. I'm an assassin. I'm born to kill.