Hate you: Love you

Hello to al!!l I am proud to say that my friend and I decided to make this a totally awesome manga!! she's doing the art Haha Yeah well with the condition that I help her with her manga idea so yeah! I can't wait! Although it might take a long time for our lazy asses but I hope you all can be patient. Anyway I hope you enjoy! LUV YAS!!

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Chapter Four: First assignment Part 1

I felt sweat trickle down my spine as I blocked another one of my opponents attacks. I dodged the next one and did a quick back flip and kicked him in the jaw. As soon as I landed I charged at him and got a couple of hard jabs in his stomach. As soon as I saw that he was open I spun kicked him in the side of the head and he flew about three yards, and I was right after him. Once he landed I put my no helled boot on his throat and smirked.

"I win," I whispered knowing that he would hear me. He smiled, showing off his pearly white fangs, and got up. He had short messy blond hair and his skin was pale. When he opened his brown eyes, they sparkled. Yeah this was my best bud, John. But he was also a vampire but not the evil ones that are after me, but one of the few that doesn't have to feed off blood. He is an empath vampire, or a vamp that feeds off of emotion. He's also a light vamp. He's the one that helps with with my temper tantrums. He's also gay and that's what I love about him.

"Dammit, don't get cocky. You've only beaten me once ya know?" He said as he started to laugh. I couldn't help my self so I laughed too. Yeah I just beat my best bud for the first time since I've been here at the defenders. Which has been about four months now. I'm still sixteen and free as a bird, but I am a lot more tougher too. I've been trained in weaponry and a couple more styles of fighting. I've also honed most of my angel fire, which is my power of being a nephilim. Yeah I finally learned how to say that damn word too. Haha!

But back to current happenings. My laughter died on my lips as I smiled and turned to see my best other best bud, Dominic. He was the kid that I had to fight in order to REALLY make it into the defenders. So just in case you don't remember, he was the one that broke his knuckles and the wall. I then figured out later that he was a light vamp but not like John. He drank blood but didn't kill his victims and only fed off the willing like all light vamps. And just in case you were wondering the difference between an light and a dark vamp, dark vamps kill their victims and they were usually picked at random. So, yeah. That's the difference.

Anywho... Dominic stared at me with a quirked eyebrow. That's his expression of being shocked. I smirked. "You wanna another piece of me pretty boy?" I asked mockingly. He smiled and shook his head as he walked away. Of course he didn't. The last time we fought, I broke his knuckles and bled his pride dry.

"Congratulations Lily! You have finished the co,bat part of you training here," said sn old man's voice from behind me. I turned around and smiled at old man Reaver.

"Yo, Old Man Reaver," I said as I saluted him. He chuckled and motioned me to follow him. My smile vanished. The old kook was up to something and I knew I wasn't going to like it one bit. But I had no choice and I reluctantly followed.

"So, I hear you are almost done with your full training. I'm proud of you. I knew I made a good choice when you were brought here," he said with a small unnoticeable smile. I was uncomfortable. I don't like being complimented. I became instantly self-conscious.

"Uhh, thanks. I guess," I said timidly. He chuckled and nodded as we started walking deeper into this unfamiliar hallway. the metallic walls disappeared as wall papered walls came into view. This was strange. Really strange. I've never been down this hallway before.

"I haven't told that the main cover up for the defenders was a mansion?" when I gave no answer he nodded. "Well it is and it is also the main area for departing defenders. In other words, a preparation area. You will get your outfit, weapons, and assignment from this area."

I was amazed but it quickly turned into bewilderment. "Wait what? Get my assignment? You mean that I'm gonna go out in leather and kill things?" I asked loudly, getting kinda nervous. Yeah I was a part of this organization but I didn't know that I was going hunting so soon. When the old man nodded I let a frustrated sigh pass my painted black lips as said, "I just joined this damn place, like what? Four months ago?! I'm not ready yet. Hell, I'm not even half way there!"

Old man Reaver gave me a sharp look and with a strict voice said, "You are very ready. Don't doubt yourself. It will get you killed. And the best way to get over your fears is by facing them head on. Please remember that. Now will you please, I have an important meeting to attend," And with that the old man walked off I was left alone in this huge mansion.

I looked around numbly and came to the unwanted conclusion that Reaver was right. I the best way to get over a fear is by facing it. I then turned my attention to the job at hand. I was get an assignment and and weapons. Problem was, the old man never told me which door to enter through to begin. So I just stood there looking back and forth, trying to find the right door. Finally a plain red oak door caught my attention.

I walked toward it and walked in. It looked like a regular study with book shelves and a desk with comfy chairs sitting behind and in front of it. But it didn't feel normal. I got the heeby jeebies as soon as I walked through the door. Like there was someone watching me. Which wouldn't surprise me. We got some pretty sneaky people in this place and I was one of them.

"So, you're the knew girl that I've been hearing so much about?" said a deep voice from behind me. I didn't jump though. I expected that. I slowly turned around to come face to face with a seriously handsome man. He had neat brown hair with silvery blue eyes. I sighed, too bad he looked at least five years older than me. Yeah, every hott guy at this organization was either gay, ugly or too old for me. Is being sixteen really this hard?

I sighed and nodded, then replied, "Yeah I'm her. And by the way the name's Lily." He nodded and moved past me toward the oak desk and sat down.

"My name is Kaleb. I'm Head of Defense and I also give out assignments. Elder Reaver asked me to give you a slightly more complicated mission since your are a little more advanced than others your level," he said in a monotone voice as he searched through his drawer for, what I assumed to be, my assignment.

I nodded and waited patiently as my mind yelled 'What the hell is wrong with people treating me specially?? I'm still a normal teenage girl with PMS and no boyfriend. Not some psycho goth chick who can perform witch craft and read your mind!! Hello I don't like being special!! I never asked for this! Hello are you listening to me you bastard!!'. I sighed. Again I was trying to yell at some one through my mind. How many times have I tried doing that with my mentors and it not working? Like a thousand. Maybe more.

"Here you go," I heard his voice announce as I snapped my eyes to the folder on the desk. It had the number two on it and I growled. I hated this treatment. I swallowed down my retort and picked up the file and walked out. When I closed the door I opened the file and looked through it.

NAME: JACK MARLEE

RACE: VAMPIRE

BLOOD TYPE: AB

LEVEL: 2

AGE: 45

CRIME: SEVERAL ASSULTS ON HUMANS AND UNREASONABLE MURDERS AND THREE SURGATORY RAPES.

SENTANCE: DEATH

I did a double take on the last part. "DEATH". I still haven't wrapped my mind around killing yet and yet, my first mission was to kill some vampire. This organization was so inconsiderate. I looked over his crimes. At least I had a really good reason to kill him. I sighed as I looked through the rest of his file with pictures and found out some of his main hangouts. There was only two. Hell's Oblivion and The Damned. I knew right away where those clubs were. When I had free time I hung out there with a couple of my novice friends, although we don't exactly go there a whole bunch. There was usually a hand full of pretty powerful dark vampires hanging around.

I closed the file and looked around the room with the doors, trying to figure out which one I should go through. I felt a pulse straight ahead and slowly moved my feet toward it. I opened the door and once I did I was met with a tackle and squeal.

'Oh. Shit.' was my only thought. I knew exactly who's voice this was. My crazy bipolar godmother that looked like a collage student. I just stood still and let her ramble on about not being able to see me for two months and how she missed me. When her voice stopped she pulled away from me and looked me up and down. I knew my hair had grown a little longer and I had toned out a little more but when tears started coming to her eyes I was instantly confused.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What the hell are you crying for? I haven't hit you yet," I said I grabbed her shoulders. She let out a choked laugh and a small smile.

"Yeah, I know it's just that I'm worried about you. Your first mission and it's level two. That and you've turned into such a cute Defender," she whined as she fell into my arms. I laughed.

"You don't have to worry about me. I've been trained my the best and I've got my powers. So don't worry about me. 'Kay?" I said as reassuringly as possible while trying to ignore that cute statement. She sniffled and nodded and slowly backed away from me.

The, turning around she cheerfully announced, "Welcome to weapon and outfit design! Just pick what ever you want and I'll get it for ya!" Yeah I just shook my head in bewilderment. Yep, I still hate her mood swings. I ignored the rest of what she said and wandered around the outfits area.

There were a lot of leather, I could tell you that much. I mean yeah leather's cool but leather on leather? Nope that's not me. I'm more of a leather halter top and some movable pants. So with that I passed my all the leather and tried searching for the right pants. I looked back and forth as nothing but damn leather passed by. When I looked one way and then the other, again, I did a double take. There. The pants or shorts that I found were perfect.

They were black shorts that went down to my knees and they had what looked to be like suspenders hanging form them but if you looked closely you could see that they had sheaths with little daggers in them. I smirked. I looked down at the bottom to see drawers. I picked the top one with the number four on it and opened it. There sat the rights sized shorts. Mentally, I cackled evilly.

I grabbed them and went and found a long, no sleeved red shirt and the classic black leather trench coat. But without the sleeves. Long sleeve's will kill you at the end of summer in Louisiana. Again, I cackled evilly.

I found what looked to be the changing room and slipped out of my all black work out attire to my chosen outfit which I'm still cackling about. When I exited I was greeted by the sight of a smiling Sam. It only broadened when she looked me over.

"Jeez you look like a true hunter. Love the shorts. They're one of my personal favorites," she complimented excitedly. I smiled shyly. "Okay! Time for your weapon choice," she yelled as she pranced off to god knows where. I only followed her.

We went trough a sliding door into a massive weapon room. It held all kinds of armaments that could kill. I gulped down a lump in my throat as I slowly walked the length of the sword wall. I looked them each up and down and spotted a very elegant sword. The blade was made out of pure silver my the looks and glow of it. (Silver glows for me) It also looked paper thin and had a hilt that looked like it should crush the blade. It was decorated with black and white ebony and as I touched it, a strange sense of foreboding came over me. Magenta decided to make her self known then.

'I wouldn't pick that sword if I were you.' she said cautiously.

I tilted my head to the side and asked, "Why not? It seems perfectly normal."

She just shook her head. "It's no where close to normal. That sword was infused with the spirits of a vampire and angel. The spirits are extra picky about who wields it. If they choose you aren't suited to wield them then you will be injured or worse, killed.'

I just stared at the beautiful sword. How could this sword kill the wielder? Ignoring the cries of Magenta, I picked it up and felt a jolt go up my arm. But it wasn't painful. No, it was welcoming. I held the light blade in front of me and watched in glow brighter.

'I can't believe it... It actually accepted someone. This hasn't happened in 500 years. Amazing..." I heard her whisper, mainly to herself.

I didn't pay attention to her because I instantly grabbed its sheath and placed in it. I started looking around for other weapons although after holding that sword no other weapon would due. But I had to have a ranged weapon so I grabbed a couple of glocks and a SPAZ shotgun. I strapped a couple of holsters around my waist and snapped my glocks in along with ammo. I slung the shotgun behind my back and in my trench coat.

I turned around and looked at Sam. Her eyes were watering. I just rolled my eyes as she hugged me. When I felt my air supply go down I gasped, "Can't... Breath!" She said a small oops and let go. She whipped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"I'm so proud of you!" she yelled through tears. I just smiled and said, "Yeah I know. Now can we please get this mission started."

She sniffled and nodded. She turned around and went out of the room and into the main area where all the doors were. She turned toward one of the big oak doors. She hulled them open no problem and walked me through a small hallway toward another door. This one was plain though.

She touched the door and a pad flew out of a hidden compartment on her right side. Then It talked to her. "Please place your right hand on the pad and announce your I.D." I jumped five feet back. I still wasn't used to the talking walls yet.

When she did what the voice told her the door slid open and she walked through. I was right behind her. I was curious. What was so important that it had to be kept in a room fully secured with voice lock and hand print control. I got my answer when she turned on the lights and there sat a football stadium sized garage.

I was speechless as my hazel eyes scanned each of the cars. They were all sports cars but a couple were trucks with huge wheels about half my size of five foot two. Yeah I still haven't grown and I never will.

I felt Sam tapped my shoulder form behind and I turned my attention to her. She was pointing to the car right behind her. I haven't looked over there yet, so I walked passed her and stopped dead in my tracks.

"My. Yellow. MUSTANG!!" I yelled as I sprinted over to it. I ran my hands all over it like a lover and started whispering, "I haven't seen you in a long time! They stole you from me! I'm sooo sorry!" I stood up straight and pivoted around to give Sam the death stare. She visibly shivered as she stepped back.

"He...Hey, Lily. Don't give me that look. I haven't even told you what we've added to it." she said shakily as I slowly stomped toward her.

"And what the hell did you do to my baby!?" I yelled into her face. She gulped and slip away from me toward my perfect car.

"W.. well, we've added weapon compartments all through it and a built in communicator so you can contact the base. I added some nice black cloth and leather interior. They also made it a lot faster, and built in some automatic self defense mechanism that I have no clue how it works 'cause I don't work with that stuff," she finished off with a nod and looked at me with fearful eyes.

I felt my anger die down slowly as the information sunk in. I was ecstatic now. My mind was bubbly and I couldn't wait to try her out. I looked at her with a small smile. She let out a breath that she had been holding and threw me the keys. I caught them with ease.

I sprinted past her and dove into my car. Convertibles are too awesome. I stuck the key in the ignition and revved it up. I looked at Sam and asked her, "So who worked on my car?"

"Ask for the mechanics department when you get back. They'll tell you all that they did to you "baby"," she said with a smile as she held out a pair of glasses for me. I gladly took them and put then on and looked at myself in the review mirror. Not to be conceded or anything, but I looked good. I gave Sam a broad smile and looked forward. The garage door had opened and I sped through it.

I reached eighty-five mph in about five seconds. I was fucking HAPPY!

Mkk I am really happy about the length of this chappie. Not much of a cliffie but hey I didn't want to be too mean. There's already a surprise next chapter so yeah! Just review and tell me how you like it!

BAD NEWS!!

we just got rid of my insiration!! ;; Lily my female cat has found another home!! I'm sad right know but I'm still writing this story with a full heart!! I still have my grumpy fat cat so I still have high hopes! Now review!! (again)