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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of my imagination or are used fictiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. This story may includes some scenes, persons and places descriptions in Vampire Academy, book series by author Richelle Mead.

Assassin In Mission- Chapter 2

I don't know if I was being paranoid. But there was this gloomy and dark aura around the school, whereas others schools have a golden aura. The golden aura was used to block strigoi away from the school at the vast range of 75 meters. I could still enter the school without being repelled due to my moroi blood.

If someone was watching my every movements, which I am not sure of, but it was annoying. It isn't that I am some fearless freak, but fear doesn't help at all. It just makes me clumsy like a bull in a china shop, or makes me lose control. If there is one big weakness or my best strengths, it's my temper. Probably like what most professors of physiological studies would say, is a secondary emotion where it is strived by the primary emotion: frustration, disappointment, bitterness, resentment and probably in my case, insecurities.

Never ever show your emotions, probably the greatest rule in my life. But sometimes when anger gets too great and harder to appease, the only method I choose would be expressing it outwardly, of course one of my favorites, kill that son of a bitch. But I always go by that saying: Anyone who angers you conquers you. I may still get angry, but I will make it my prior goal to mask it so well that no one can see through.

So now I am walking my way to the administrative office, my smile in place, my makeup perfect, hair curling around in ringlets down to the waist. Mia probably isn't aware of how annoying she is, and if she knew, she should be grateful I haven't lash out at her porcelain round cheeks.

" That new puppet of Headmistress Kirova is so antagonizing, I just ask for her name and she answered in that stupid voice of hers, " The giving of name is like giving someone a power over you." And bloody walk away…" Though I did tuned out and was contemplating my plan after killing that three people, I decided I am going to torture and then kill this little bitch that is still talking. You may wonder how someone managed to be thinking and talking at the same time of two different matters, but I succeeded. Cookie for me. In a very appalled voice I answered, " That is absurd!" And then, she opens her mouth and spoke again.

I had never feel more relief than ever. That 'new puppet of Headmistress Kirova' gives me a choleric answer that the principal is ready to meet me. Jeez. Mia sat on one of those black leather sofas in the building for guests; waiting for me .How pleasant is she. I traipsed in, confidence in every place, my pace slow and even, as the cool air blasted from the air-conditioner, gelling all my excess sweat in place.

I knocked the large oak door that spoke of high qualities and money. I entered and, wasn't surprised at all. There was a large oak table a darker shade than the door that sat just below the large paneled window. The glass was tinted, given that moroi is a well known for its allergic to sun. It can get pretty bad for the skin, resulting in pinkish skin and sores growing all over. All those sores have a certain amount of toxic and poison in it, infecting those who touched them. The high-ceiling room has nothing but space. A few cherry bookcases with glass doors and pantry latches lined the walls.

I didn't bother greeting the Headmistress since she quickly accesses and acknowledged me. Her gaze is steady and holds a distinctive pose that followed many political leaders or in this case, a school principal. She looks at me, and its gaze never drops below the bridge of the nose, her shoulders thrown back slightly, with her chin up in the air. Her posture is erect, yet I could see it is still comfortable.

She spoke, her tone of voice deep and resonant, with each sentence ending with a downward inflection.

" I am Headmistress of this school, you may call me Headmistress Kirova." She pauses, punctuating her phrases and sentences.

"Please do have a seat, Ms Hathaway."

I stare at her, my nose high in the air, and with eyes holding hers and, stare again. When people want to be authoritative at me, I tend to get a little prissy and will give them the same 'attention'.

I controlled my voice, giving it a monotonous tone with each word articulate with an equal pace.

" With judicious pleasure, Headmistress Kirova." Most people usually would answer with, " Yes." But like I stressed upon, I'm not normal even in physical sense. Her eyes, which had, went back to the papers in front of her darted back to me, a look of amusement in her eyes.

I positioned myself against the chair, my back straight, my hands lay on my lap, with absolute surety that I am comfortable, I simply looked at her, telling her I am ready for whatever speech she has.

"Firstly, I want to congratulate and welcome you into 's. As you know, 's is one of the finest school in America, a school for the nurturing of a student's personal growth, education and development as an successful, resourceful, ambitious, enterprising young adult in the society. You can consider this as an incredible gift; this institution is one that many royalties and people with a network of influences that is of international scope would enroll to. Therefore, as an alumna of 's after your graduation, you will find many open doors for you educationally and socially."

She stares at me for a second, should I be impress and bow to her feet, and say 'thank you?'

I didn't know, but I kept my face neutral, thinking about the building I donated to this school just to get enrolled.

She seemed exasperated and peeved, like I am not up to her standard or criteria. She stood up, carrying that wave of superior air around her. She started taking out a gold skeleton key from her pant's pocket. And just as I suspected, it was made of pure gold.

She passed it to me, and I realize she is rather short. Since I am 5'6 of height, and she is about a few inches shorter, she may be of 5'4 or 5'3.

I thought she would bristle, but probably being a Headmistress is one that has to show class and be sophiscated.

" This is your dorm key. Curfew starts at 6 am. All classes will be starting at 9:30 pm. You may be excused for those classes today and use the time to pack your things and have a tour around this building. Please wear appropriate attire. No denim shorts or skirts are allowed during classes. Weekends will start after the end of Friday's lessons till Sunday. This will be your timetable and your books are already in your room."

She dismissed me, and I felt so miserable. Apart from my mission to assassinate, which I thought would be thrilling in thinking that guardians may find me, but the starting of school and lessons isn't fun at all.

I walked out of the room, intending to find Mia. She was sitting on those sofas, my trunk on the floor beside her legs. In her hands were one of those Leiber crystal-detailed compact mirror and she was re-applying her cherry red lipstick.

Mia guided me to the Moroi dorm building; it was just a short distance since the admin building is just in front of it. I need to share the dorm with two other moroi, Avery Lazar and Camille Conta. The thing I hated the most, is actually sharing. Sucks. Mia seemed disgruntled and just stomped off after dropping me at my dorm room, say something about my two roommates being annoying, sluttish little bitches.

I didn't care, because if they were to bitch at me, I'll show them who the bigger bitch is. I jammed the skeleton key into the keyhole, and much to my chagrin, I could hear the loud music booming and laughter. Great, now there's a party in the common room.

The room from what I know has a Center of the Commons. Basically, is a common room connected to three bedrooms. I stepped through, noticing the beer bottles, gin and tonic, neat scotch, screwdriver, and vodka. There is even a high-dollar wine like Cabernet sauvignon wine. There are a lot of girls wearing that kind of tight-fitting shirts and some are even in their bras.

I saw some guys on the floor, dead drunk. It's a good thing I am used to handsome and cute guys, all else I think I would be blushing furiously already. Ignoring all, I started walking to a vacant room when pair of hands pulls me.

I bet she's drunk, because she started stuttering, and to make things simple, she meant to say she's Avery Lazar, one of my roommates. She had jet-black hair and a pair of blue eyes. She's so slim and small-frame that she made me think of those anorexic runway models. Probably because of her small- frame, her chest isn't that develop, like what I noticed in almost every moroi girl.

The room is very spacious, with only a wardrobe, a study table and a twin bed. And that was when I felt a throbbing pain in my head that is slowly intensifying and felt my stomach churning and started to hurt. My eyes started to water and I just dropped my trunk on the floor, I bend down, trying to take in lots of air. My mouth went dry and breathing becomes a real chore. I have to feed before I black out.

When I am young, I used to think the consuming of blood is immoral and cruel. I mean, I have to take someone's blood in order to survive. But when it becomes essential, I stop thinking about it and learned to enjoy the sweet sense of triumph. Because when I was sucking blood, the shrill screams and spasms of the body make me feel superior and powerful. Just like a conqueror.

I ran out of the room, into the hallway, when my vision gets blur. The bizarre fluorescent lights are stinging my eyes, and I forced my legs to run. My insides and legs were burning, as if someone had set fire on me. Everywhere feels hot. Then, I bumped into something, a hard rock of wall. I looked up and realized it's a person's chest. I pushed him away and started running out of the school.

Each campus was built around a large quadrangle that was decorated with lots of stone paths and century-old trees, so anyone could easily see me from above. I've got to be careful. The wrought iron fences at the backyard of the school may be high, but I am too desperate and so I just ignore the edges that were cutting into my skin. I leapt and ran.

Surrounding the school were forests and my vision became obscure with red. I slowly put a hand to my eyes, and found red liquid. My blood is flowing out of my eyes. Shit. I ran harder, not stopping for breaths.

I smelt the air, smelling for the clean, sterile scent that all strigoi had. Moroi had a sweet, coppery scent of blood that always cling to them, but dhampir had no kind of scent in particular. Each seemed to have its own unique smell. I swallowed, my mouth is too dry, and beads of sweat was pooling around my head. Even after a few more sniffing and spreading my senses, but to no avail. I was preparing to run a longer distance when I detected some moroi scent. I ran, and saw three strigoi already anticipating there. My fangs protruded, waiting for the blood hunt.

No knowing that somewhere in the woods, another moroi was watching.