I leave The Viper in a very bitchy mood. For the love of God someday I am going to snap and kill him. I've just spent the last two hours trying to get Aubrey to tell me how he found out about my family but no he just had to be a stubborn little ass and wouldn't tell. It was hard enough controlling my temper let alone resisting the urge to eat the guy. Hey, that comment was uncalled for. I'm a weretyger people what do you expect I can't help it if my beast considers Aubrey or anyone else food. All I can say is this has been a weird night to say the least and this is weird be my standards, which means it's been pretty damn freaky.
The only thing that might be common knowledge about my relations would be an Arun family adopted me soon after I was found. One of the Officers happened to be a witch and this is not a witch as in the fairy tales or a Wiccan. When she had met me I was okay at hiding what I was, for being a new shifter I was excellent but touch allows someone to penetrate your shields much more easily and as soon as she touched my hand she found out about my uh… problem. After some scolding she arranged for me to stay with an Arun family she knew. This way I could maintain an illusion of normality and learn to control my beast without the threat of me losing it or someone finding out. It was here where I began to learn skills for vampire hunting and I took to my training with a vengeance. A few modifications had to be made in the way I learned to fight so I wouldn't end up breaking something. I mean I can pick up a truck and throw it if the balance is right so it was only obvious that some changes needed to be made. Not to mention every now and then a new ability would surface and then that could end up being a tricky situation to explain. I remember the first time I used my power to mist; I ended up one the roof of the house with no idea of how I got up there in the first place. You better believe I was really embarrassed about that one I also got grounded for a week for being careless. Well what can I say? I was eleven for crying out loud.
I realize what I'm doing and snap back to reality, bloody hell I'm doing it again I really need to quit wondering off into the conscious dreamworld. After a little mental argument with myself I bring myself back to my home in Salem, Mass. I was able to get a house early on because being an assassin gives you a very high price range if you're good and I'm one of the best.
I didn't pick Salem for any real reason other than no would take much notice to me there are freakazoids and weirdoes all over the place but all the better to blend in. Actually I was born and spent the 'normal' part of my life in Concord but Risika lives there and I'm not afraid of her or anything but she gets pissed at any other preternatural creature that lives there. I don't like starting fights with vampires I have no quarrel with besides I like to keep a low profile. If I were to start a little war with her, my cover in the human and vampire world would be blown. That would be very bad so I'll just play it safe thank you.
My house lies on the Outskirts of Salem closer to the shoreline. It's not anything big but it's mine not to mention I get privacy and that's all I want. I love the fact that I have discrete neighbors that just leave me alone and don't ask questions when I leave for days on end. I arrive around dawn you know just in time to see the sun rise and as my favorite book character Anita Blake would say "I hate sunrises it means I've worked all bloody night," I agree with her wholeheartedly. Though this morning even being annoyed I worked so long I'm too keyed up to sleep so I decide just to relax and think a little. I head up to my room which is painted well… black but it's not too monochromatic I have a few murals of tigers on the walls and a poster of my favorite band Godsmack. Okay not what you expected from a cold sociopath assassin huh; well deep down I am like any other 21st century Gothic teenager so gimme a break all right.
After Taking off my trench coat I put my weapons in their proper places. My Uzi and sawed off shot gun go into a hidden compartment in the floor for the fact that both are very illegal but Aubrey always sells the best toys. My side arm a .357 Black Hawk goes into a holster on the headboard, yet another thing I've learned from Anita but having a gun there has saved my ass more the once. I even paid the heavy price of having a custom silencer made for it I don't want to scare the neighbors now. Finally my sword goes on its stand on the bookshelf, yes I said sword you'd be amazed what a trench coat can hide and anyway I like using weapons like that. I'm just more comfortable with them than a gun. The sword itself was one I forged myself it's deadlier than any human-made weapon. It is similar to a broad sword except it's slightly shorter on the hilt there is a tiger with ruby eyes and the inscription reads "Basiare ex Neco" which means kiss of death. I made the sword personally because with the forging I placed my own power or magic if you prefer the word into the blade. This makes it act like a witch's blade and cause mortal wounds in a vampire easily. The blade itself is silver and yes if I'm cut with silver being a lycanthrope it burns like fucking hell but with my power in the blade it takes away the silvers effect on me so it's friendly to me or at least as friendly as a sword gets. This allows me to kill other lycanthropes as well 'cause occasionally I'm hired to kill one and I have no qualms about it because they hate me anyway so why not.
After putting all my weapons away I take the book "Obsidian Butterfly" off my shelf and put one of my Godsmack CDs into my stereo and contently begin to read listening to Sully sing "Get up Get Out" I like this song for obvious reasons. After being engrossed in my reading for an hour or so I start to feel tired but I finish my chapter anyway. I like reading the Anita Blake because even though the series is fake Anita is like a role model for well hey a girls gotta have some sort of a hero. I also like Edward can you guess why? Yep it's because he's an assassin just like me kinda; okay so he's human and not real but so what I like him anyway I can fantasize if I want.
Yawning, I finally but my book back and turn off the CD player. I walk over to my closet and take out Fenrir my best-liked wolf. Shhh… I most defiantly don't want it coming out that I collect wolf stuffed animals but I like them and sometimes it's nice to have something to cuddle with especially when I feel insecure or people are trying to kill me. Right now I'm feeling particularly edgy. If the vampires I had the encounter with ten years ago are back who knows what they might do this time, quite frankly I don't plan on letting them live or unlive long enough to go on a killing spree not if I can help it. At last sleep overtakes me I just hope I don't dream. Several years of killing and seeing death at it's worst have given me a broad variety of nightmares.