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I dont won Vampire Academy. Only my made up characters and the plot to this fanfic.

Rose's POV

If someone intends to kill you, they'll probably succeed. No matter how many security measures you take – bodyguards, bulletproof vests, armored cars, knifes, shotguns, Katana swords, hand guns – there's always a way. And when it comes to professionals killers, those ways are countless. The best assassins are creative artists of death, which is why I do this type of work.

I've never failed. If I take a contract or do it for the fun of it, I make the kill – one hundred percent reliability. A botched attempt can turn your client into a target or someone who you must protect with your life or because you don't want them to suffer. Reputation in my world is everything. It's how a Dhampir earns his or her name, and keeps it and stays in top.

Creative, reliable, and cold-blooded. Emotion is the last thing an assassin needs when they're at work, including both anger and pleasure. But I am entitled to take pride in a job well done. That can never include shooting sheep in a pen. I am skilled, and only take on the predators.

I've killed fifthteen of them tonight. The same Strigoi group I've been spying on for the last two days, thanks to the human I found their other little hide away. With my K Bar Knife already loosely held in my right hand I sprang at the Strigoi. My gloved left hand clamped over his mouth and with all my strength I yanked his head back exposing his neck. Simultaneously, in one practiced motion the K Bar Knife slashed across his exposed flesh actually decapitating him. Air bubbles gurgled in his throat as his life force spewed five feet into the air from the severed arteries. Dark red blood, like a surging crimson tide evaporated into the darkness and sticky droplets of his blood clung to the surrounding foliage. The Struggle was brief as it was violent. One does not hesitate once you have you chosen pray in your hands and not kill it. I dropped the body to the ground, thankfully none of the other two knows that they are the last ones standing form their little group. I was covered in blood which they should have known by now, but they were too intent on killing those blood whores, who at the moment they were feeding. Now it was time to change weapons. I took out my black MP- 153 Practical shotgun, aiming for their heads shots and fired off four rounds in a rapid succession – two each. All four bullets found their head marks. The full force of the shot blew their heads off and they both lift off their feet falling backwards. I went over and checked their bodies to confirm they were literally dead. The full load, hollow point metal jacketed bullets had done their job blowing away all the back of their skulls. No brains or the cranium was left, neither the upper part of their face. Their faces had been destroyed from the impact. Large pools of blood and guts were soaking into the ceramic floor. Not a pretty sight for a faint hear or a weak stomach. I've seen worst.

My job here is done. I took all the Strigoi who have brought terror to this Dhampir community. There were still some in hiding and I had to look for them. This wasn't over until this place is free from Strigoi. I will not rest, until I feel safe and the people who live here. I had blood all over me, but I didn't care.

Going straight to my truck, I went home and removed all my hunting gear and put away all my weapons. All of my weapons are meticulously maintained and always loaded. I can never afford for a gun to jam. I headed to the bathroom to clean up with the lights off.

I needed a drink.

Rapidly I discarded the blood soaked clothes and threw them into the bathtub. I then washed off the blood and put on clean clothes. The next stop was the kitchen where I retrieved a glass tumbler from a shelf, opened the freezer door of the door, the wine cooler and filled my glass with Vodka, added a touch of Kahlua, and some ice, took a long swallow and headed back to my favorite over-stuffed chair.

I reached for the satellite phone, since cell phones reception in this area are not safe I dialed the number that is etched into my brain, a number I had called too many times since my arrival to London.

As always, it was answered on the first ring. The voices have changed over the days but not the same mechanical yes. Not even a hello. I kept it brief as I had been first instructed to do for the past few days. "Eight-teen, all dead in a bodega" I said. Click went the other end of the phone. I have never known whom or where I am calling. I just know that the number is answer twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. They always knew where to find the body without a proper address. So, I settled back in my chair with my drink and waited for their arrival and my payment.

Once again my mid was wandering and was reminiscing as to why I let myself be in this type of situation in the first place. I would have never thought that my life would turn this way at all. Once I got here in London I was a living dead girl walking aimlessly the streets. I had no food for seventy-two hours the least neither sleep. My head hurt like hell because of the effects of being a shadow kiss. While walking I could see the ghost trying to touch me or take me with them, I seriously didn't know where I was going. I had been walking for hours until I was knocked out, I turned and saw myself against two Strigoi. I tackled down the cold hard floor but I fought back with all the strength I could mustered, once I got them off me I knew nothing would save me. So I had no choice than to take off Oksana's ring. Once I took the ring off the ghost appeared and distracted the Strigois for me. I took that as an advantage and stake them. I didn't know someone was watching until I felt myself fall to the floor. Then I knew someone was holding me and trying for me to gain consciousness. But I couldn't I was exhausted and wanted to die. That's when I lost the ring, during that fight. I woke up in a nice five star hotel room; a man was at the end of my bed looking intently at me. I noticed that I had no headache which it was weird because I didn't have my ring and I was in a hotel. A Dhampir man explained to me that this was one of the most dangerous Dhampir communities of the world. "I saw how you took down those monsters… It's impressive! How about I give you a roof to live, a car, and clothing if you work for me? If you kill and clean up this community I will pay you fifteen grand for each head you annihilate… And you may leave when you wish, but I would like you to kill most of them so they could know what fear is... I just don't want them killing or hurting my people in my territory!" I mean fifteen grand for a head? I am rich as hell! Of course, I did take the offer it was too good to let it pass. Also for further investigation and not to be question by people I had a fake name to go by. I had no idea what names I should choose so I decided to adopt Shadow kiss Anna and spirit user Vladimir; Anna Vladimir. I have killed too many with that name, no one knew it was me because I took precautions; like not to show my face and always wear a ninja face mask, a bigger jacket and different types of weapons. My boss was impress that I actually have endure this long, because others have die on their first try. I was shock myself too, but then again no one is the same and works for the rules.

Within ninety minutes, the distinctive sound of helicopters blades through the night sky was audible in the distance. I turned the lights on in my house and went out the front porch and waited for his arrival. I watched and listened as the sound of the approaching craft grew louder and louder.

Soon it was in sight, flying night light on, pontoon landing gear equipped and finally the chopper made a perfect landing in the water at the edge of the dock. The engine was turned off and the noise levels started to subside. Three Dhampir men excited the craft ducking down under the slowing chopper blades. The pilot tied off the mooring lines, staying put, with the other two cautiously entering the field. They then stopped insuring I got a good look at them before continuing their slow approach. One of them was carrying at shiny suitcase where it was my two hundred-seventy thousand pounds. The other Dhampir was carrying a large bottle of Stolichnaya Vodka. Am I getting that bad now they are making doubly sure before approaching me was a flittering thought. However, as a gift, a bottle of my favorite Vodka is always appreciate and enjoyed. I started to relax a little bit.

As the approaching trio was half-way through my house I couldn't help to notice my boss. I got out of the house and slowly not drawing any attention I extended my hand to him.

"Well if it isn't my favorite guardian!" he said ignoring the hand and embracing me into a bear hug.

"Yes sir."

"Oh, Anna. You know you are the best in the world. To kill eight-teen Strigoi in one night under three hours, that's impressive! You never fail to surprise me!" He called me by my fake name. Though, I knew he knew my real name, he must have done a background check before knowing who I was and ask me to be his assassin. "As I always promised here is your money for the heads you've killed." He said signaling one off his guardians to hand me the suitcase. "They are following you. They have been hot on your trail since you started."

"I know. That is why they'll never catch up with me." I knew they were following me. The Empire of Eura, dark hunters.

They were men and women, who lived by hunting and killing Strigoi, they are the ones who were sent for special rescue missions through the whole world. They were the best of the best, better than my mothers and their reputation had been known in the vampire world. They only thing was they never give their real names, they went by nick names. They were only called when duty calls and their only one priority was the security of the most powerful Morois. The Queen and the leader of the Empire of Eura.

And now they wanted to take me, because I've cause too much trouble for them. Maybe they were jealous or mad that I've taken their job. But why would they let the Strigoi do what they wanted for so long? It was their fault to let this go any further.

"Be careful darling, I don't want to lose you but then you are free to make your own decisions. If the Dark Hunters ever get to you let me know. I could send a good word for you I kind of know their leader, but can't say anything of it."

"Thank you sir." I was taken back. I knew he didn't like the Dark Hunters because they have done nothing when the community was in danger.

"I know if you join the Dark Hunters everything will change. You are capable of it, and you'll feel happier joining them. I know it would. You were born to do greatness in this world, and we haven't seen anything yet."

He was right. One of the things that the Dark Hunters had that the Guardians' longed for was freedom. They were free to choose their life. Something I craved for myself which I didnt have, yet.

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