Chapter 3 The City That Never Sleeps
New York is named the city that never sleeps for a reason. Humans believe it is because of all the clubs and night life. We know otherwise. New York is overrun by lycan, and the Death Dealers need help. That's where I come in.
When I met the Death Dealers, I found that they were weak and soft. I had to change that if we were to kill anything anytime soon.
For the next two months, I trained and tested them. They became cold-hearted, merciless slayers after I was finished with them. Off duty, however, they were still able to joke and relax.
Kraven, who was the current lord, if you could call him that for he was just filling in, was a bastard. I decided that after I caught him looking me up and down one night after training the Dealers.
Another month passes, and the annual ball was only a week away. Friday, December the thirteenth. Ironic, I know.
The Death Dealers were going on a hunt for more lycans. We found a den of ten or fifteen down in the subway. We would be getting back late, probably only fifteen minutes before the ball got started. I already had my dress out and ready for me, so I should have been able to make it in time. The only reason I was going was because, sadly, the partly would not go ahead without me. I was the guest of honor.
All the prestigious covens were invited. I silently hoped that the Cullens were not invited. I did not want them to see me as I am now.
I am much paler, and thinner. To anyone who did not know me, I probably looked anorexic. Just for the record, I'm not. I don't look very strong, but if looks could kill, nearly every other person, not including my Death Dealers, would be long gone.
I shot my eleventh kill that night alone. I loved my job. That was another reason I did not want to see the Cullens. I had myself convinced that they would see the animal I had become, a/n: thank you, three days grace…XD and fear me. I loved it when I could smell people's fear. I thrived in it. But I knew that if the Cullens were frightened of me, I would lose my power, and the walls that I had painstakingly constructed would be destroyed.
I glanced down at the carcass under my boot. I did not feel sorry for the lycans at all. I loathed them. I turned, and mentally called back the rest of my Dealers. Between the eight of them, they killed seventeen. Not bad, but I knew I had trained them better than that.
We headed back to the mansion for the party.
Once we were walking up the path to the door, we realized that the ball had already begun.
I threw open the heavy oak doors, and strode inside, the Death Dealers flanking me. A few heads turned in our direction. I was used to it by now. I noticed, however, that seven pairs of eyes that I wished were not there to stare at me bore into my face.
TBC!
Author's Note I know, I know: short. I have had a really busy week or so at school, and haven't had time to write and update. The next chapter should be longer, though. I can't guarantee it, as my teachers are all working together, im sure, to give us as much homework as possible all at the same time. Screw them. I am aware that the picture of Bella isn't working on my profile. Email me and I will send it to you, if you still want it, at black.velvet. . (hopefully that address worked..if not, review and I will send it to you.) Flames allowed, constructive criticism appreciated, praise welcomed! REVIEW!!! I NEED 10 REVIEWS OR MORE TO UPDATE AGAIN!