I woke up to my alarm blaring into my ear. I groaned and kept hitting it until it stopped, then I got up and did my bed. I walked over to my stereo and turned it on. "Time is Running Out" by Muse was playing in the background and I walked into my bathroom to freshen up. I began to change out of my pajamas and into some decent clothes I wore my black leggings, my combat boots, a white top and my black, leather jacket. I put on my contacts and went to the kitchen. I was greeted by Flo, who somehow got into my apartment, making eggs and bacon.

"Mornin' there Blue Bell! Eggs or Bacon?" She still had her back to me, cooking on my red stove.

"Just bacon." I said as I sat on the breakfast bar stool. "Did you break my door when you entered?"

"'Course not, silly! I picked your lock."

"Flo, I have two chain locks as well."

"Oh, yeah, then your locks are broken." She said as she gave me a plate full of bacon.

"Great. Now what am I going to tell the landlord? What are you going to do when I'm gone?" I scarfed down some bacon. "And would it kill to pour some orange juice and make some toast?" I muffled through my filled mouth.

"I'm only a bar maid for 12 of the 24 hours. Don't push my buttons. Don't worry, Blue Bell, I got your house under control."

"Okay, then. But if I come back and this place is packed with male prostitutes, I'm going to skin you alive."

"Not if they do it first." Flo winked suggestively and I laughed.

"Violent woman." I mumbled.

"Virgin woman." She mumbled back. Flo sat down across from me with a plate of eggs and bacon. "So today's the day, huh?"

"Yep. Not as exciting as I expected it to be."

"Well, Hun, today your going to know the truth."

"On my 21st birthday. And I'm going to London with Cameron because my Dad wants to keep me safe. What? Sorry, I can't hear you over how cheerful my 21st birthday is going to be."

"Whatever. This is your day. Your eyes will be opened and who knows? There could be an adventure awaiting you."

"With Cameron? Bitch, please! Ever since that guy joined the mafia, he's been stiffer than a brick. Quite a dork, if you ask me." I said as I shoveled the last of the bacon in my mouth.

"Touche. Don't worry, it's only a couple months."

"8 Months." I took my plate and put it in the sink. I grabbed some orange juice from the red fridge and poured myself a glass. "That's a bit too long for me."

"Not my call, Blue Bell. It's Big Daddy's." Flo put her hands up in defeat.

"Speaking of the loving drunkard... Where is Dad?"

"Waiting for you at the bar, their giving you a surprise party." Flo said.

I groaned, "Ugh. Don't they know I hate surprises?"

"Beats me."

"Fine." I said as I grabbed my gun and put it in my bag. "Lets get it over with."

I walked into my room and "Na Na Na" by My Chemical Romance was blaring from my stereo. I turned it off and quickly ran into the bathroom to put in my contacts. I placed my aviator sunglasses on my head and ran back to join Flo who had my luggage. Before we left I took in the apartment I had lived in for 3 years. I sighed and closed the door behind me as I left.

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When Flo and I entered the bar, it was dark. Then the lights instantly turned on and everyone yelled, "Surprise!" Being a lovely little girl, I pretended to be surprised.

"Oh, guys! You didn't have too! Thank you!" Everyone couldn't stop laughing at how ridiculous the situation was. The Mafia going out of the way for a 21 year old girls surprise party. One of the women had a homemade cake on one of the tables. Right beside the table was Big Daddy, himself.

"Papa!" I ran up to jump him with a hug. He picked me up for a good 2 seconds and then put me down.

"Blue Bell, darling, you're looking more like your Mom, every time I see you." He said in his deep voice.

"Daddy, it's been too long. 16 months. Dad, how is everything? How was the business? Is that red velvet cake?" I pointed to the cake.

The woman beside us, who I recognized as Joe's girl, beamed. "Yes, yes it is! I made it myself and it has cream cheese frosting."

"Thanks! You really didn't have to do any of this!" I said as everyone began to cut the cake.

"Something tells me they didn't." Flo whispered in my ear. "Anything for a piece of red velvet cake. You know how it is." I laughed.

"You're telling me, Flo?" I said as someone gave me a paper plate with a piece of cake on it. "You want some?"

"Cake? In the morning? You want me to become fat, woman!?" Flo started to loom over me.

"Whoa! Calm yo hormones, ya bag of tits." I said as I took a bite of the cake. "You're missing out on all of the yummy-ness." I stuck my tongue out to show her the, red, half eaten cake mush.

"Gross!" She exclaimed, causing me to laugh again. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you two, Flo." I said as I hugged her. "It'll only be for a couple of months." I smiled weakly.

"You are defiantly going to call me, Hun."

"Of course, you'd kill me otherwise." I smiled.

After 3 hours of constant chatter and cake eating, Dad put his hand on my shoulder.

"Violet." I nodded. He didn't have to say anything else. I knew it was finally time.

We walked to one of the rooms in the bar. It was worn down and there was a small splatter of blood on the left wall. On the right, there was a black, leather couch, a little bit old and well used.

"Sit down." my father grumbled. I sat down on the couch as Dad grabbed a chair and sat in front of me. I remained silent and so did he until he brought up the energy to speak again.

"I loved your mother very much. We had met when she had wandered into the bar. She was armed and, even though she was drunk, new how to defend herself. So instead of..." he trailed off and I stared at him waiting for him to continue. "... taking advantage of her, I took care of her and for some reason she wanted to stay. She ran away when she was 18 and was finding a place to live. We fell in love and started a family. When we had you, we were the best versions of ourselves and she looked... She looked like a mother, she was a mother." Dad dragged his hand down his face. "We were once raided, believe it or not, by a minor gang. We got them and they retreated but they shot your Mom. They're goal is to helplessly bring down the mafia and the way they want to do that is hit me emotionally. I'm so sorry, Violet, but they've been after for you years and they've come closer than they've ever been." I stood up instantly, as if it sent me an electrical shock.

"No." I whispered under by breath.

"I'm so sorry, Violet. I tried to train you. I tried to teach you to defend myself but I'm afraid."

"No." I whispered again. My Dad stood up again to hug me. "I'm the one who hunts. I can't be hunted." I shook my head in disbelief, trying to take in the information.

"That's why I need you to go to London. They can't find you there and you'll be safe. I lost your Mom and I will not lose you as well. Are you listening to me, Violet?"

"Yeah, of course, Dad. I'll go there. I'll stay there." I nodded my head slowly.

"That's my girl." Dad said as he hugged me. "I love you, Violet. Don't you forget that."

"I won't, Dad. I love you too." I said as I wrapped my arms around him.

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We pulled up to the front of the airport and my heart began to race. I hate airports with a burning passion. All that waiting, silence, constant lines and being surrounded by cops at all time. I felt naked without my gun in my pocket and without my pocket knife in my boot. Dad had taken all my weapons and said that he'd have them sent over once I arrived there. We got some strange looks from the people as we stepped out of the car. I wore my combat boots, leggings and an oversized sweater but my appearance wasn't what caught everyone's eyes. It was my, um... entourage. Joe, Matt, Cameron (that tit bag), Flo and Dad accompanying my up until I reached the gate. While we had our driver park the car, we exited the car and walked into the airport. As we entered, we were stopped by a cop. I swear, in that moment, I almost flipped my shit. But besides the Perks of being a Wallflower joke, I was seriously about to lose shit.

"Excuse me, fellas, but do you need a cart?" The cop gestured to the set of carts behind him.

"No, we're good." Dad answered. "They've got us." Matt, Joe and Cameron, hauled two bags each.

"Okay, sir. Have a good day."

"You too, son." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when we continued walking.

"Bitch, you okay?" Flo said, nudging my arm.

"Not really. God, you know what airports do to me." I said softly. "Oh fuck it, come with me." I exclaimed, grabbing Flo's arm and dragging her away.

"Where are you two going?" Cameron yelled.

"To the ladies room, you tit bag! I got blood pouring out of me like the Niagra Falls." Flo retorted back. I could help but laugh out loud as we broke out into a run to the nearest washroom.

"Holy crap, Flo! That was-"

"A bag of kittens and more?" She raised her eyebrow once we reached that bathroom.

"Yes! You, my friend, are fantastic." I laughed.

"So, Hun. What's up?"

"Dad told me." Flo's eyes widen.

"Oh, Honey." She opened her arms and I welcomed them. "It's okay. You know it's for your own good."

"Of course. It's so... surreal. This shit only happens in books."

"Well, hey! At least it could be a good one." She smiled at me.

" Remind me to find an author willing to write about us." I said as I stuck out my tongue. "And whose willing to make Cameron the bad guy."

We both laughed at this and I felt like I was 12 again.

"I think we should go back. Big Daddy would kill me if you missed your flight." And without another word, Flo dragged me away from my life in New York to the unknown of London.

A/N Dan will come in the next chapter. I know you may be upset that he hasn't shown up again but hey, it takes time to make it sound good. And it's not in Dan's POV. That's for later... ^-^