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Assassin In Mission- Chapter Three

I waited. Waiting for the moon to reverberate its way into the shadows of trees, to shine its seducing moonlight onto my prey's face. The moroi were fools; vulnerable and should know not to amplify the strigoi blazing hunger, by shuddering with fear. The delicious scent filled the air, making me aware of my own burning hunger.

The winds were extremely strong at night; the militia of firs tore into the air, their peaks high up to the moon. A parade of larches and elms had hung low with few patches of brown and gold where their leaves had not yet abandoned them. And those that clung to the muddy ground, almost obscures the tracks pressing north.

That was when the white moon finally shone its way, just like an eternal light bulb, had brought the silver side of the dense forest leading out of the infinitely stretching empty pitch darkness. And onto the strigoi.

I pranced, not like a madman in need of food. No, when people are famished, they are restless and graceless, with no sense of confidence. And I am not they. There are techniques that I had learnt and mastered. My thinking is classified as the Tiger Mindset. It is where no matter how bad a situation, it brings out my own inner confidence. Where I am the survivor and not an ultimate loser, a set of goals I acquire to myself: I never fail.

With grace and fluidity, I pulled a strigoi away from the fight, where its own companions still driven by moroi blood didn't notice. I held him tight, but he is still pure male, strigoi. Which indicates he is too strong, but that doesn't mean I am weak. I pulled his shoulder-length hair, grinning with malice knowing that I had hurt him. He winced.

There was no beating of blood in the strigoi body, so when I was to drink or consume straight from the source, which I never, I would have to bite the jugular vein. With no pulse of blood, the blood stream will move so much slower, which I don't have the time.

I was about to bite, but movement from the left caught my attention. Their cold, lifeless hands touched mine, and I shiver. The strigoi in my arms attacked at me, his hands straight at my face, his teeth scraping at my skin. I hold off his twitching fists, but in doing so, he gains excess to my lower body.

He used his leg to kick my guts, what a bastard. I flinched, and use my own leg to kick at his crotch. One of his hands escape from my death grip and tried to fend my strong jolt to his groin off, but in turn, he got distracted and never see my hands going for his neck and twisted.

If he could get any paler, he did. His neck got twist in such a weird angle and was pulpy. I left him on the ground, getting my pistol to shoot him dead. But my lady luck wasn't with me, not today.

The two other strigoi started to attack me. Holding at my hands and the other trying to punch my guts, again. I shoot the one in front of me, aiming at his chest. But the one holding me noticed and tried to pull at my arm and using his leg to kick at my knees. The burning started, and I bend over, losing grip on the pistol.

He kicked it away, and they both held me down. Fuck.

"Not feeling that cocky, are you?" Thinking he could hold me down just like that, but I wasn't called 'Darkness' for nothing. Ignoring the pain, eyeing the strigoi crotch in front of me, well I am not a big fan of oral sex or anything like this, but, when your life is in danger, you'll do anything.

I lean in fast and chew at his cock, feeling the placid weight and bite it hard, with my fangs and all. The man screamed and tried to fan my head off, pushing hard at my shoulders. I lost focus from the sudden dizziness, and fell to the ground.

The other strigoi was about to attack me for hurting his friend halted. A voice called out in the woods.

" You want me? Come and get. Don't bully a girl." What, I'm a girl? For Pete's sake, I look more like a woman!

I glanced at him, barely assessing him. Noting the strigoi divided attention, fury and hunger for this new blood, I dived for my pistol that was half covered in mud. Getting a strong grip, I turned.

The moroi was flailing his arms at him, beating him with his fists while the strigoi started going for his neck, but the strigoi is too strong. I ran over, and yet, another presence knocked me down.

The first strigoi that I had previously snapped the neck off had healed enough to move again, punching hard at my nose, I shifted my head, trying to avoid and yet the punches came again. I quickly shot him at the chest. He stopped and his sweet aroma of blood flooded me. I pushed him off me, and shot him two more times at the chest, I glanced at where his twitching body was at, and promised to come get my meal later.

I rushed over to the sole surviving moroi, noticing the strigoi was about to bit and shot him off. The moroi pushed the strigoi bloodied body away, his breath coming in gasps. I touched where the teeth had scraped my arm when I was trying to fight off the two strigoi, wincing as the flesh around the wound was starting to close and knit over.

" You all right?"

He flinched. I stared at his broken leg, too twisted and broken. I could smell the blood, faint in the air.

I tried for introductions, though this kind of place wasn't that appropriate.

" I'm Rose Hathaway. You?"

He looked up, his breath in hitches, like he had difficulty in breathing. The scent of blood is getting stronger, and I realized who's it is. I stared at the ground, not wanting him to see my blood red eyes. Thinking he wasn't going to reply, I started walking towards the strigoi corpses, but still hear a faint,

"Adrian Ivashkov."

I grabbed the strigoi that I had bite at the genitals roughly up, and sink my teeth into its vulnerable and naked neck. I drank and drank, still aware that Adrian was looking. With not a care of the world, I slowly walked towards him, hearing his heart beating faster and looked ready to fall out of his chest. He used his hands to try and get away, but to no appeal. He was freezing in terror and going to die of blood loss. He probably thought of me as a monster.

I walked over to him and forced his terrified eyes to look at me, and spoke slow and even.

" You will forget about me drinking blood, you will assume you're too tired and lost too much blood to even stay awake. You are the one who first walked into the forest and I am supposed to be the one that helped you, got it?"

He faintly nodded, his eyes glazed, entranced in my compulsion.

" Good. Now sleep," I hesitantly added, in return, "Boy."

I don't know if I was making the right decision. I mean, I am supposed to kill him. But he practically saved my life. I am not that ungrateful and low to strike when a man most vulnerable. I have my pride. I glanced at the two moroi that had been killed by the three strigoi and decided the best course of action is to inform someone else in the school. Adrian would have to be careful, I don't kill him now, doesn't mean in the future I wouldn't. I used my healing power on his leg, and stopped when his skin had knitted over the bite, healed enough to not die of blood loss. This is my form of 'gratitude of him intercepting the fight'.


Author's Confessions:

To answer a reviewer questions, here it is. As to why Adrian's life is worth more than Lissa and Mason's put together, it is because that in this story Andre isn't dead. And all knows that Adrian is the nephew of the queen. And to what the heck Mason do to get on somebody's hit list, you will see in the later chapters. Some things are meant not to revealed right from the start.

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