Prologue: The Intruders and The Moment of Hesitation
Aurora;
I entered my room, swiftly grabbing my car keys from the bedside table. I was meeting my dad in a few hours, and if I was late, he would most likely shoot and burn his way through the country looking for me. Seriously. He was that overprotective. In fact, I'm certain that the only reason he agreed to train me as a hunter was so that he could keep even more of an eye on me due to the fact that he would have an excuse to see me frequently. I knew it was because he cared, but still, I can take care of myself.
I had turned around to grab my jacket off of my desk chair, when I suddenly realized that the window behind me had been unlocked.
Intruders.
Without making a single sound, I grabbed my Chinese Ring Dagger from it's hidden sheath, and slowly lowered it to my side as I turned my head to look over my shoulder. My well-trained gaze analyzed the area for clues as I began to move closer to the window, my weapon clutched expertly in my hand.
When I was about a foot away from the closed panes, I paused for a moment, all my senses on high alert and my eyes narrowed slightly in concentration.
Now.
I pushed open the window, hauling the man that had been waiting to the side of the window inside and rolling so that I was on top of him, my dagger at his throat.
He looked slightly startled, and I assumed it was because he wasn't used to being taken down so easily. He was a hunter, I could tell my the alert look in his bright green eyes, and the way that he hid his surprise a split second after the emotion flitted across his face.
"Woah, hold on. Let me expl-" he began to speak, but he was cut off by the clash of metal as I blocked a strike from another man with my second hidden dagger that I had dropped from my right sleeve, twisting as I did so to keep the dagger in my left hand on the green eyed man's neck. The second man had tried to sneak up on me and knock me out by slamming the hilt of his gun on my head.
Both men looked shocked at my abilities, as most people who attempted to challenge me were. I had been trained by the best of the best, and although almost no one knew of my existence, they sure as hell never forgot my face.
Using their surprise to my advantage, I suddenly twisted my wrist, cutting a clean slash across the fingers of the man with the gun, causing him to make a quick noise of pain and drop the gun. Before he could recover, I flipped myself up, grabbing his arm and shoving him to the ground next to the green eyed man. In a second, I had twisted so that I was above them, both of my daggers hovering against one of their throats.
"Here's some advice for you boys." I spoke up, a smirk making it's way across my face at the sight of their complete and total shock, "Never try to take down what seems like an easy target. After all, it's always the most alluring and innocent flowers that make the most deadly poison."
Suddenly, a faint sound of fluttering wings reached my ears, and I was instantly aware of a presence behind me.
I rolled to the side just as the hand came flying to where I had been. I whirled around to face my attacker, crouching slightly in a fighting stance with my daggers poised in anticipation, awaiting my new enemy's next move.
I looked into the eyes of my assailant and felt my blood run cold with familiarity.
Angel.
My moment of hesitation was all he needed to reach forward, hand outstretched.
The last thing I registered was the angel's fingers lunging for my face before my vision was enveloped in black as I lost consciousness.