Prologue

Here I am, stuck in a prison surrounded by beakers and naïve teenagers. Yes, reader, I'm in chemistry class. How unfortunate. Two teenagers in particular are more annoying than the rest because they won't quit flirting with each other. Stupid girl.

Allow me to introduce myself. I have a lot of names, but because you're just that special, I'll give you my real name: Sarai. But because I'm living in a place that's full of typical white folks (excuse me, that may have been politically incorrect, but what do I care?), I have to go by Mary. Mary motherfucking Sue.

Anyway, this guy sitting to the right of me, sleeping with his eyes open? Yeah, I know him. I call him Leon. No one knows his real name except for the high-ups, so I decided to call him Leon, like Leon the Professional. He doesn't look like Jean Reno, but that's beside the point. He's French and he's an assassin. If you're really that curious, he has curly brown hair and green eyes. Amuse yourself with that. He also doesn't talk too much if he doesn't know you or doesn't like you, but when he does, his words are epic.

If Leon's an assassin, then what does that make me? Reader, I am a vampire hunter. Leon happens to be a triple-threat, though: assassin, vampire hunter, werewolf killer. Trust me, he knows his shit. He killed a man with a water bottle supposedly. How the hell would you kill a man with plastic? Yeah. Leon would know how.

Let me also add that I'm not in high school. I haven't been in high school since a little over four years ago. I was glad that I graduated and now I'm back in a public high school in small town Washington.

Forks, Washington, to be exact. Who the hell names a place Forks? Whatever. This place is so small and boring that my short orange hair is just about the most exciting thing here.

So what are an assassin and a vampire hunter doing in Forks, Washington?

Cue flashback.

"We must eliminate that family."

I exchanged a look with Leon, to which he shrugged silently.

"But why?" I asked Boss.

"Because they're damn rich and have old crap we can sell to museums," he lashed back, a small vein in his temple popping out.

"How noble of you."

As you can already tell, we're not very honest people. But hey, we have to pay for our supplies somehow besides our kill fees.

"And because they are ruining our reputation. They don't eat humans!" Boss shouted. "For all I know, it could become a damn trend and we'd be put out of business!"

"Sir, with all due rehspect," Leon interrupted in a slight French accent, which is now almost gone, "we are hunting them for… no prohfeit?"

"… No, we are not. We kill them for potential profit. If they continue gallivanting about with their 'OH WE DON'T WANT TO HARM HUMANS!'" –for this Boss waved his arms around in an interpretive dance- "we could lose so much money!"

Leon and I stood across from Boss and his desk, throwing glances of worry. Boss held his hands behind his back, staring outside through one of the windows that spanned his office. You'd think we would have a run-down, gypsy-like way of living.

"So… we have to track them down and kill them. Now for the million dollar question… where are they?"

"We have someone who will do the job for us," Boss replied. Oh thank God. "James!"

Leon and I immediately spun around. Oh, my Lord. James. He's been on our list for quite some time and for quite some time I've just never gotten around to killing him. Good thing too. This world can't spare a pretty jackass.

"Yeah?"

Boss turned around and faced the three of us. "I'm sure you've seen these two lurking around."

"More than once," James snarled, shrugging his jacket properly onto his back. "So, when the hell do we start?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Leon simply crossed his arms, bemused. "You already know about this?"

"Of course I do," he said with a sly grin.

"When do we stahrt?" Leon asked, popping his neck.

"Now. Go. Do your thing."

Back to the now.

Now you know why we're here. Leon and I are tracking down a certain vampire family. You may or may not have heard of them. James has, of course he has, and it's convenient that he doesn't exactly like them.

They go by the name Cullen.