Chapter One
The Bounty Hunter
Aria strolled along the street, she was bored. No orders had come through yet.
On the outside Aria was a regular 17 year old girl, pretty and seeming cold to everybody she meets. But she harbors a very bloody secret. She is a Bounty Hunter, the best in the business as a matter of fact.
She murders the murders, finds lost criminals and brings them to their destination (jail), finds the kidnapped and drops local escapees at a maximum security prison. Whether they are human or vampire, she always gets her target, she's a vampire, a pureblood.
Aria looking innocent enough scratched the underside of her wrist. She was scratching a tattoo of a crescent moon, white calla, and Celtic cross. The design was compact, each image resting on the crescent moon in some way. This is the mark of an elite group of 12 Bounty Hunters, The Order of the White Calla. An equal mix of vampires and humans, Aria is the first of the vampire side to be a pureblood.
The people marked by the White Calla are sent to right wrongs (and as discretely as possible), and protecting those in need. So from a young age Aria Snow had been secluded from the world to train. At the age of 10 she began official duty, quickly gaining a reputation. Nobody knew that the Snow pureblood clan had a daughter, and they wouldn't until her 20th birthday when she married another pureblood. A person still not in the picture it seems, until the time of her 20th birthday Aria could choose any pureblood vampire she wanted. When she turns 20 and no pureblood has been found, one will be randomly selected, much to Aria's displeasure.
Even thought Aria this idea unpleasant, she doesn't try to find that special person, but instead immerses herself with her work. A sound came from her pocket. She pulls out a cell phone with the same mark as the Order of the white Calla. Her work phone.
"Hello," she says.
"New assignment," her friend Heath says," but I don't think you'll like it…"
I blew my new side bangs out of my face. Damn this new hair cut! At least my hair was the same length as before, except for the bangs. Which gave me a dangerous look or a don't mess with me look? I played with my first set of earrings, a pair of purple diamonds that totally went with the second pair of silver studs. My green eyes met Heath's. Heath was my partner in crime… most of the time. He was an aristocrat vampire; his tattoo was on his forearm.
He was currently driving me to my next assignment. A protection detail for the prep school Cross Academy, which was a school for vampires and humans.
"What weapons did you bring?" I asked. I had a few on me now, but I could always use a variety. "A mix of human and vampire hunter weapons," he said, his blue gaze bore into my green one. I nodded; on me I had the Bloody Rose gun, Artimis Rod, and my personal favorite, the Cross Sword. All vampire hunter weapons. The Cross Sword hid itself by transforming into a necklace. It's fashionable and deadly, my two favorite combinations.
I could touch anti-vampire weapons because I'm just awesome like that, but as much as I'd like to think that was the reason (and sadly it wasn't). Vampire weapons just don't affect vampires of the White Calla.
"Aria the weapons along with your entire luggage are already in your room. When you get there go straight to the Chairman Kaien Cross, don't talk to anybody. Don't reveal you're a pureblood, and most importantly it doesn't matter if you're in day or Night class, be nice, make friends," Heath said glaring at me. A small smile formed on my lips. Aww how cute, he's concerned.
"I'll drop you off in the town square. Clean up some Level E's, if you want but just make sure that you're in the academy by sunset," he continued, oblivious to my mocking smirk, or he was just ignoring it. "Yup, yup, I got it," I chirped. I scratched my tattoo.
"Stop that," Heath muttered. "Stop what?" I asked lips pursed. "That scratching! You always do that when you're nervous, impatient, or excited! It freaks me out!" he exclaimed frowning. My eyes widen for a second at his outburst, and then I started laughing. His face turned a slight pink color. "Sorry Aria-sama," he muttered using the formal honorific. Which I knew he felt uncomfortable using it. It rolled awkwardly from his tongue; Heath was foreign so it made sense.
"Don't bother with the honorific Heath-san," I mocked. He winced, struck a nerve there. Oh well, I've done worse. "We're here. Now get! You have five hours till sunset. Be free! Go wild! Kill some blood crazy idiots!" he yelled as I got out and I gave him the finger. He drove away laughing. I scowled on the outside, on the inside I was dying of laughter. I looked around at my new territory.
It was an old town that much was clear, everything was made of stone. It was charming, had to give it that. I glanced toward the mountains where I could see Cross Academy behind them, on its own private island. Stone bridges connected the dorms to the main school building, which was on the small island. All in all it was a huge campus.
I sniffed the air delicately; I wrinkled my nose, definitely a ton of Level E's here. The place reeks of them! To many to kill in five hours, I assumed that there were at least 200 maybe more? Well I found one of the reasons that the school needed protection. I could probably kill about half of the monsters in the time I had, but none of them were roaming around, like at all. That was very unusual; Level E's were almost always out at this time looking for blood. I frowned to myself, maybe they sensed that the Night class had a pureblood around? I shook my head and brushed that thought away. No, not possible, they're too focused on blood to notice much else.
I felt kind of bad about leaving the town undefended, but I would be back some point to night to take care of the problem, definitely. I heard a piercing shriek, I ran toward the sound. I stopped in front of an abandoned building, I could smell the blood. I grabbed the gun and raced inside. It wasn't hard to find the nest; I just followed the smell of old and fresh blood. There was one vampire holding a three year old boy.
The Level E in all sense of the word looked truly insane. The vampire had not noticed my presence yet, he was too focused on his meal. The vampire didn't see it coming. I silently entered the room and as soon as he looked up, I shot him in the throat turning him into purple dust. I rushed to the boy's side; he was lying on his stomach. I gently rolled him onto his back. He was still alive, he breathed in panicked little gasps, his black eyes wide with fright.
The wound on his neck was still bleeding badly, and showed no signs of slowing down naturally. I made a snap decision. If I give him my blood he would most likely life and be stronger than an average human, or in very rare cases he could die from blood poisoning. Screw it, either this or he dies.
I carefully licked the blood off the wound to help stale the bleeding, placing my hand over it to keep sudden movements from reopening it. My fangs lengthened, I bit my wrist, bringing some of the blood into my mouth. I placed my mouth on his and made sure he swallowed, he struggled, and I held him still. It's not like I'm enjoying this either buddy, I thought, it's not like I wanted to kiss a five year old kid! I removed my mouth from his and watched his complexion return and his injuries healed. I let out a relieved breath, thankful my blood hadn't poisoned him.
Gently I placed my hand over his eyes. "Sleep," I commanded. He relaxed immediately; I erased his memories and placed him on the street, in an alley in the semi-busy side of town. I watched from the shadows as a teenager found him and called for help. I spared a glance at my wrist as I left; the wound had healed almost immediately, leaving a fading scar. I decided to head up to the Academy, I usually had a poor sense of a direction unless I saw a map or something sometime before I arrive. I hadn't bothered with the route to the school, just the town and the school grounds. So I better get a head start.
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