My hair had dried blood crusting inside of the strands, my arm had a gash across it that was bandaged securely. I groaned and got up, throwing the alarm clock against the wall, causing it to shatter into thousands of small pieces. Oh great. I got out of bed, and my eyes quickly fell upon the weapons I had left out. Crap! If one of Laya's friends came into my room, I was done for! I gathered all the small and big stakes, the silver knives dipped in Vesilim and the guns with dissolving bullets and stuffed them into my safe, and locked it.

I got up, ignoring the broken alarm clock, and made my way to the bathroom. I washed out all the crusting blood and dried blood that was in my hair and on my skin. I unraveled the bandage and tossed it in the trash, wincing at the pain the hott water bullets made as they touched the wound.

I got out to see my sister waiting in my room, the alarm clock was cleaned up and she was waiting on my bed with the anti-septic cream, cotton balls, and bandages. I smiled at my sister and she smiled back. I was still in my towel when I sat down and she began the procedure.

"Damn, Tracy got you bad." She mumbled.

"I didn't notice it till Vick pointed it out at headquarters."

"I knew I smelt blood but didn't know it was yours."

As soon as she tightened the last piece of gauze, Laya left me to get dressed. I ran a hand through my wet and clean hair.

I strided to my closet and picked out my normal attire, black skinny jeans with a long sleeve gray shirt and my worn out converse. I had put an extra belt underneath my breasts and around my ankles. The ankle belt carried two small guns and one pocket knife, that was the size of a baby's fist. The breast belt had four Ves-techs which were grenades the size of marbles, once they touched the ground with force, they would erupt, revealing a gas of Verniam which is just demon blood mixed with acid. It's quite lethal. In my pocket I carried a pocket knife with two tubes of Vesilim in my backpack.

I tied my hair up, revealing the tribal like tattoo that cascaded down my back and shoulders. I didn't put on make-up unless to confuse my targets. I walked downstairs while putting my leather jacket around my arms.

Laya tossed me a poptart and we rushed out the doors, while grabbing my keys to my bike. Laya put her helmet on while I put mine on. I turned the key in the ignition and the vehicle roared to life. I heeled the kickstand up and steered out of the driveway. Laya's arms wrapped around my waist,

"Did you kill your target easily?" I asked, knowing she can hear my perfectly fine.

"Well, kind of, at first it started off that he was in the lead, and then I actually got into the fight. So yeah, it was easy."

"You're getting better and better, Laya. Keep it up, how many mythicals have you killed so far?"

"About...49...or 50."

"You're almost there!"

"I can't wait to get my badge." She said, tracing the tattoo on the back of my neck with her index finger. Yes, that was my badge, it represented that I am an official killer, after 100 mythical kills, a hunter, or assassin, gets this badge. I got mine at the age of 14. Yes, I was young, but I was the only hunter in history that has gotten a badge at my age. I was indefeatable.

I dropped Laya off at her middle school, and then headed towards Addison Northwest, my highschool.

As soon as people noticed my black and red yamaha, they cleared from the area surrounding my parking space.

"Hey Adalynn." People greeted, I smiled and said my hellos back, though I had know clue who they were. As soon as I walked into the classroom, I went straight to my seat, the one in the back of the room, parallel from the windows.

I was the girl that was always tried to be pulled into the 'popular group', I was the the girl that sat in the back of the room and doodled, already knowing every answer to the question. When I first entered this school, the guys tried to seduce me, though I took no interest, all just cause of the pretty face my inhuman blood provided.

"Hello class." The teacher said, nobody replied, "Hello class." She repeated,

"Good morning Ms. Baron." A few students here and there mumbled. She sighed and shook her head, getting on with her morning lesson of Trigometry.

"A chemical formula or molecular formula is a way of expressing information about the atoms that constitute a particular chemical compound. The chemical formula identifies each constituent element by its chemical symbol and indicates the number of atoms of each element found in each discrete molecule of that compound. If a molecule contains more than one atom of a particular element, this quantity is indicated using a subscript after the chemical symbol and also can be combined by more chemical element. You all already know this, I'm sure."

A couple kids nodded, "Well, if you already know this, then Ms. Cameron, will you tell the class what a non-stoichiometric formula is?"

I looked up, "Chemical formulas most often use integers for each element. However, there is a whole class of compounds, called non-stoichiometric compounds, that cannot be represented by small integers. Such a formula might be written using decimal fractions, as in Fe0.95O, or it might include a variable part represented by a letter, as in Fe1–xO, where x is normally much less than 1." I said in a bland voice.

"Very good, as expected from you, Adalynn."

I nodded and continued my gaze out the window, but kept one ear listening. Finally the bell rang and I continued to trigonmetry.

"Today's just a review," Our teacher informed, "so if someone will care to tell us how to find a coterminal angle?"

Nobody raised their hands, looking utterly lost. "Well?" Mr. Ruto asked, seeming irritated.

I sighed and shot my hand up, "Ahh, Adalynn, I knew you would be the first," mhm, sure. "So, what is it?"

"Two angles are coterminal if their sum is a multiple of 360°. What that means is that two angles are coterminal when they start and end in the same place. Examples of Coterminal angles are, 180° and −180°, 170° and −190°, 100° and −260°, 360° and 720 °, 360° and −360°"

"Correct, so what is the..." He started but I droned him out, concentrating on the Changing last night. Why had there been so many Changing recently? Are the mythicals planning against us Assassins? Is there going to be war? The air has become more calm, and our targets have gone up and low. For example, last week I had 6 kills, this week, only 2.

"Adalynn?" I heard someone whisper. I looked up, irritated that someone interrupted my thoughts. A boy named Stanley was looking at his watch,

"Class is over."

My eyes slightly widened, did I really fall asleep? The battle last night probably wore me out.

"Thanks, Stan." I mumbled while getting up and pulling my backpack with me.

***

The day wore on, more slowly then ever. After trig, I went to woodwork, then Language Arts and after that, history.

When I climbed on my bike to go pick Laya up, a well manicured hand grabbed my shoulder,

"Hi Mina." I greeted, her eyes brightened.

"Adalynn! Hi! Well, you know, everyday you spend your days alone at lunch and all so I was wondering if you wanted to hang with my group?"

I shook my head, "I've told you many times before, I prefer being by myself."

"But everyone knows you, and I know Jeremiah, Adam, Brian, and Lai are interested in yo-"

"No, Mina. Thanks for the offer, but I pass." I snapped. She was about to say something again but I pulled my helmet back on, heeled the kickstand up, and started the bike. I swerved out of the parking lot of the school, not wanting to be in Mina's presence any longer. As soon as I reached the school, Laya was walking out of the gates of the school with a swarm of girls and boys around her. I rolled my eyes and sat there.

"Hey Adalynn!" Her friends greeted.

"Hey, guys." I said, yeah so I give the kids at my school the cold shoulder but when it comes to Laya's friends, they're sweet, but I've warned Laya...to not make friends, we would be gone soon anyway. And what happened if one of the kids gets turned into a vampire, werewolf, pixie, fairy, or demon, and we had to kill them? How would that be? It would hurt, I've learned the hard way.

"Let's go Laya." I said, she nodded and grabbed her helmet that was under the bike seat and put it on. Laya waved to her friends while I speeded off.

"Didn't I say don't get to attached?"

"You did, but I'm sure that none of my friend's will be tur-"

"You never know!" I snapped, "Diya, Diya got turned didn't she? And who had to kill her? Me, Laya, I had to kill my best friend."

Laya stayed silent, I knew she understood, but why did she choose to open her heart like that so easily?

I pulled into our garage and walked into the house, silently, I glided up the staircase into my bedroom. I sighed, how can Laya seem making friend's is easy? As you can see, I'm not a people person.

I ran down the stairs, made a sandwhich and cut an apple then ran back upstairs. Being partially demon can be boring, since my mind aquires more then a human mind at a quicker speed, I'm able to complete my homework, in class. I don't have any friends so I can't go over to their homes, I don't have, nor do I want, a boyfriend, so I can't be a head-over-heels girl in the romance novels you read and cuddle up with someone, all I had was my sister, who was absorbed in all her human friends, every hour of the day, well...except for the couple of hours after school, to get ready for the night, or the couple hours before we go hunting, or the couple hours after we go hunting.

I hadn't realized that I had fallen asleep. "Adaa..." A voice cooed. I kept silent, "Adddaa" the voice said again, and I didn't reply, "Adalynn.." the voice waited a second, "Fine. Then we'll do this the hard way."

I felt the bed indent and then legs strap around my waist. My eyes shot open when Laya's fingers moved up and down my sides, then squeezing them. I squirmed and wiggled, yet she didn't stop. My breathing became heavy as laughter roared from my lips.

"S-S-Stop!!" I squeled, finally Laya stopped...just before I rolled over and fell on to the wooden floor.

I glared at my sister who just smirked back, "What do you want?" I growled.

"Well, considering you snoozed your alarm 3 times, we're behind schedule." She said the motioned to the paper on my desk. I crawled over and snagged it down, taking in the mans face. Long black hair that tied up into a pony tail. Glowing red eyes shined with amusement.

Name: Michael vanBud.

Age: 980 years old

Sex: male

Height: 6 foot 4 inches

Weight: 150 llbs.

Race: Werewolf