Chapter Two

My mom never told my dad about me so I never got to meet him, he doesn't even know about me. My mother died, so I never even had a chance to know him, all I know is his last name, which is mine; Mazur. I never really wanted to find my dad, I mean sure, my mom never told him about me, but he didn't make an effort to stay with a human.

Speaking of humans, I pull out my phone and dial my best friend, Daryon Sunter. He's gorgeous and one hundred and ten percent pure gay. He's the only one who knows my whole story, and yes, he knows about dhampirs and Moroi and all that fun crap.

"Hey Krissy," my adorable nickname that only he uses, "I was wondering when you'd call, have any people to kill today?" He knows who I am, what I do, and he loves me even more for it.

"Oh, you know, the usual. Have to locate the Dragomir princess and I get fifteen."

"Fifteen grand? Dayumn, nice girl." He's just adorable.

"No, actually, fifteen million." I hear coughing and the phone fall to the floor, a few seconds later, I hear him pick up the phone and scream at me.

"YOU'RE GETTING FIFTEEN MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS?"

"If I find the girl one week, then yes, I do." I'm smiling to myself, it's not every day you get to be in my line of work.

"Girl, the next time we go to a gay bar, you are paying, no way in hell I am." God, I love this man with all my heart.

"HAH! Ok, deal, as long as I get to be wingwoman?"

"You know it, now get your ass over here bitch I have needs." His words make me double over in laughter. After we hang up, put browse the music on my phone. Ahh, "Haunted" by Beyonce, this song is my muse. I put it on full blast, the way it vibrates, it makes calm me down.

I rub the back of my neck, feeling the raised skin of my promise mark, well actually, it's fake, for jobs like this, I need to be a Guardian. I got it when I was seventeen, along with seven other moljina marks, that part actually is true, I've killed seven strigoi. Don't mind boasting about that either, bastards they are, deserve to be killed.

I flip open my computer, buy a plane ticket, for tomorrow, to Pennsylvania. There, done, it's not going to be a problem, the girl doesn't get hurt, I'm all for it.

I grab my car keys and head outside my house, locking my door on my way out, and head to Daryon's apartment. I love driving. I go out to an airfield at least once a week so I can drive fast and recklessly.

I live six minutes from Daryon, so it's not a long drive, well, usually not. I notice a tail trailing close behind me. Okay, whoever you are, buckle up. I slow at the next red light, checking my rearview mirror to see if he's still there, spoiler alert, he is. I pick up my phone and call Daryon

"Hey, Dary, um… I have some business to take care of, be there in twenty?"

He lets out a frustrated, but concerned sigh, "As long as you stay safe Krissy, I love you. And please, for the love of god, stay safe." Hearing him express his concern for me creates a slight burn behind my eyes.

"You know I will, I love you too, Daryon. Be there soon" He hangs up after a beat.

"Okay dickwad, you up for a little game?" I smile and watch the traffic light closely, waiting for it to turn green, and when it does, I press the gas pedal down to the ground, and take off speeding. Of course he follows, so I take a sharp U-turn. He tries to catch up but he's a little farther behind me than before. There's a hay field a mile down, I'll go there. He accelerates and bumps into me.

"Watch it pal," I growl. "This car is my baby, you fuck it up, I'll fuck you up worse." This car was my mother, a gift from my father twenty three years ago.

I lift my foot off the gas pedal slowly, and he gains on me. Just as he bumps my car, I step on it, leaving him in the dust, but he quickly comes back up behind me. Shit I'm not going to be able to lose this guy. Think Kore… Well, I could challenge him, crash back into him then do an about-face and rev my engine, it's worked before, it can work again.

I push the pedal down further, and when he's behind me, I switch to reverse, back up, and slam into him with a loud shattering noise.

I hear a loud bark followed by a growl. Woah, what? The driver sounds like a dog. The hell?

I grab my handgun and jump out of the car. Okay, wait there is a guy driving, so… Oh shit, he has a dog in the fucking trunk, well unless it's on the floor. I cock my gun and shoot the drivers knee, just in case the asshole wakes up, and walk to the back of the car. Damnit, why does a cars' trunk have to be locked? I think a serial killer designed it like that. What am I supposed to do? I'll just ask if someone's in there. No, dipshit, it's a dog not a person. Right, a dog, not a person

I pound on the trunk and wait for a response, but I hear nothing. I start to walk to the front of the car, but I'm stopped when I hear a long bang behind me. I turn around but I'm taken to the ground by a huge mass of gray fur. I try to fight it and stand up, but this isn't a dog, it's a psi-hound. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Fuck. My. Life.

Suddenly, he just runs away. Confused, I stand back up and brush the dirt off of me. I have no idea what the fuck just happened, but I grab my gun off the ground, and happily put one right in between the drivers' eyes. Whatever the hell just happened, it really wasn't fun, and I'd be happy if it didn't happen again. God, this world is so friggin' screwed