While reading this chapter, I decided that this whole stories 'theme song' is Welcome To The Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch. As you can see, I changed the name of this story from "Never Judge A Book By Its Cover" to "Masquerade" I felt like it suited more and that whole title before was just to much of a mouthful! So I have two suggestions:

*Listen to Welcome To The Masquerade by Thousand Foot Krutch while reading this chapter

*READ AND ENJOY! Oh and then..you know..review...

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My phone rang and I looked down at the caller, Chief. This only means one thing..

"Yes Chief?"

"How rude! I don't even get a 'hello' or 'h--"

"Hi Chief."

"Much better! Next time just show a bit more enthusiasm! So how is life going?"

"Why did you call me?"

"Oh yes! I forgot! Well, this mission is one of those rare missions that you just love." I hope he's joking... "You're going to be accompanied by Pier! As a date of course."

"Why?" I asked sadly. Dates aren't my thing..

"Because where you're going to seduce Michael, you'll need a date!"

I groaned and slapped my phone shut without a 'goodbye'.

A werewolf now, eh? Not bad. It's a good change of pace, I mean...demons and vampires got annoying after awhile. They don't hold up a good fight. But werewolves on the other hand, they were perfect. Perfect speed, agility, and not to mention, it was the thrill of looking death straight in the eye.

I smirked at my paper and glanced at Laya who was looking at me with an envious expression.

"What?" I asked.

"It's not fair! You always get the good people! I mean werewolves rarely turn evil, and when they do, you get them! I'm just stuck with stupid demons, fairies, and pixies. Who, not to mention are only level 4's, when you get all the level freakin' 10's."

"Laya, I've been fighting and training way longer then you. You'll get there, you can barely handle the pixies. Be patient," I smirked again, "Trust me. It's worth it."

She rolled her eyes and left my room, I heard the door slam and winced. Way to hold a temper tantrum, sis. I chuckled to myself and stripped off my shirt, examining my body. My torso was decorated with white scars, some were red or blue, or the occasional purple veins. That's what a supernatural cut or bite does to you. Ruins your body forever. I sighed then put on my hunting gear, the stakes under my breast, the small guns hidden inside of my bra, the knives strapped against my leg and calf. The two swords that strapped behind my back. I kept four Ves-techs in my pockets. I looked at myself now, I looked lethal. The green stilts of the knives that were dipped in Vesilim. The bullets each contained a small amount of fairy blood.

I looked back at the paper and saw the small note scribbled down on the corner of the paper. "Michael goes after girls, preferably between the ages of 14-26. To attract his attention, wear a long scarf with a v-neck tanktop and jacket. A mini-skirt would look perfect with some ballet flats."

That's exactly what I wore. A beige scarf with an olive green v-neck tanktop and a black peit-coat. My mini-skirt was beige but the ballet flats resembled a color between the mix of olive green and black. When I put my make-up, I decided to go natural and light. Pink shadow that was mixed into my skin, a thin layer of eyeliner and some lip-gloss. I curled my hair with light and loose curls that ran down my shoulders and bounced lightly. When I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, I realized that this must hit the nail on the head because I looked exactly this like this bastard's type.

I walked out and knocked on Laya's door twice then walked in. She was wearing a blue long-sleeve shirt with green pants. Her hair was dyed an orange color and she was wearing white contacts.

"...What's up with the get-up?"

"My target is attracted to vibrant colors and retro style."

I nodded, "A fairy?" Fairies were attracted to bright colors. My sister nodded, then grabbed her coat, phone and slipped on some pink van slip-on shoes. She shut the light off and walked out. I shut the door and glided down the stairs. Right as I hit the bottom step, the door opened. My hand was instantly down my bra and pulling out my gun.

"Can't say I don't like you doing that in front of my, deary, but can't you wait after the job is done? I don't like to be in a rush." Pier said in his light french accent. I narrowed my eyes and pointed the small gun at him. My index finger pulled the trigger and the bullet went right past him, hit into the wall and disintegrating the wallpaper. "Always feisty! That's whats so interesting about you, Addie."

I glared at Pier, "It's Adalynn."

"Oh! But Addie is much cuter!"

"Ugh. No it isn't."

My sister laughed and then smiled at both of us, "Nice to see ya, Pier."

"You look geared up, young Laya!"

"I am! Anyway, I'll meet you guys back here at ten to two."

I hugged my sister and kissed the top of her head, "I'll see you soon. Call me if there's any trouble."

"There won't be, it's only a fairy." she said with a disgusted sound. I laughed and watched her leave. I grabbed my purse, which I don't normally have, and walked out. Pier stayed silent as we got into the car, once both of us sat down, he lay his head back. When I looked at him again, I realized that he isn't that bad looking.

Dirty blond hair that curled lightly and fell over his eyes. Deep blue eyes that sparkled when he smiled. Straight teeth, that were extremely bright and a light 5 o'clock shadow.

"I'm jealous..." Pier muttered. I blinked,

"What?"

He looked at me with longing eyes, "I said I'm jealous. My little brother died in a battle against a reaper. And now I see you with your sister."

I felt my cheeks flush, his little brother died? In battle... I imagined what my life would be like if Laya died. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. No, I wouldn't let that happen.

Pier shook his head, "Nevermind that! I'm not inviting you to my pity-party." With that, his hand reached out and turned the volume knob up to the highest point it could go to, 150. Deep Down by Saosin blasted loudly out of the speakers. I smiled to myself as I let my mind wander.

"We're here." I heard a voice say. My eyes opened lightly, did I really fall asleep, again?! Pier chuckled, "You can fall asleep anywhere, can't you?!"

I rolled my eyes and turned to open the door handle, but Pier's hand stopped me. "Let me get that for you." He quickly walked over and opened my door for me. Pier bent down low so his mouth was to my ear, "Let me enjoy this time with you, you as my girlfriend, not as a girl who doesn't like me. It's just an act for you, but it means something to me..."

I felt my ears heat up and my heart leap. No, Adalynn! This shouldn't be the reaction he has on you! My mind played a video of Pier and I fighting, him as a vampire. I winced my imaginary self stabbed the stake deep into Pier's heart. That's right. I can't get to close to him, not without getting hurt.

Pier's arm snaked around my waist while the other hung loosely. Right as we entered the bar I felt Pier's body and I tense. The effect that supernatural's had on us was definitely something. I closed my eyes and let Pier guide me. 6 supernaturals were in the room. 2 of them had dark aura's, and I instantly recognized Michael vanBud. He was sitting on a bar stool chatting with the bartender.

"Do you have a target, or are you just my date?"

"Both. My target's playing pool with those other humans."

I turned my head and saw a girl with fire red, curly hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a leather jacket with a violet shirt underneath. Skinny jeans hung tightly over her legs. This girl was wearing long black heels that reminded me of stripper shoes. When I focused more, I saw the invisible outlines of her wings.

"A reaper." I mumbled. I smiled and grabbed Pier's hand, leading him towards the bar. "Time to act." I said with a smile.

Pier and I sat down right next to Michael. The bartender left Michael and walked over to us, "What can I get you two?"

"Let me get a tequ--"

"Anything you get her, it has to be virgin."

"But babe! That is so not fair."

"It's plenty fair, dear. How about a coffee for me?"

I slid a 50 dollar bill under my hand, "Let me get a virginbloody Mary." I said with a wink. Pier picked up my hand and snatched the 50.

"I said no alcohol for you! You just got out of the hospital."

I sighed, "Fine! An actual virgin bloody Mary, please."

I tried hiding my smirk when I looked over at Pier. I saw him with his elbows propped on the bar and his hands covering his mouth.

"Who should I make the tab too?" she asked us.

"Ruine." Pier said, of course that isn't his real last name though. Pier glanced at Michael, who was eyeing me from the side of his eye. Perfect. "Did I mention, you look absolutely beautiful tonight?"

I laughed, "No you haven't, but thank you."

I couldn't tell whether this was part of the act or not. "I'm going to go play pool for a bit, hun. Would you like to come?"

I glanced at the pool table, where Pier's target kept glancing at him. "No, it's ok, love. I'll stay here. I'm tired."

Pier laughed, "Ok. Tell them where I am when my drink comes."

I nodded and watched as Pier walked away.

"That man, is he your husband?" I heard a new voice ask me. I looked to my left to see Michael staring at me. I laughed,

"Oh no! He's just my boyfriend."

"Don't you think you could do a bit better?"

I leaned over, revealing my cleavage. "Really? Why don't you pick someone in this room out that you find suitable."

"I will, after you tell me your name."

I smiled, "Dorothy Stenca, and yourself?" Mr. vanBud?

"Michael." he said, sticking his hand out, "Michael vanBud."

I shook his smooth hand. If only these guys weren't our enemies. I sighed.

"Now who do you find suitable, Michael?"

"I think I have someone in mind."

"And who may that be?" I asked seductively. This is absolutely repulsive. Michael leaned past me, I felt his cool breath tickle my ear, then my neck.

"Me."

"And who do you think that? I only know that you like martini's, and you're name is Michael vanBud. What do you know about me?"

"Well I know that you don't really like your boyfriend. That you want to drink alcohol but you can't because you have just got released from the hospital. And that your name is Dorothy Stenca."

Yeah, that's what I want you to think. I smiled and sipped at my Bloody Mary. This is going much faster then expected, this guy must be really desperate.

"So you think that's enough?"

"That's plenty enough."

I smirked, "How about we get out of here?"

"I thought you would never ask."

Michael grabbed my hand and led me into one of the backrooms. I closed the door, quickly putting a Ves-tech under my tongue and turned around, shrugging off my coat. Michael's hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me on top of him. This is why I hate these missions. When Michael's lips collided with mine, I instantly opened my mouth and let the small grenade drop into his mouth. Instantly, I turned us around so he was on top of me, his mouth slowly massaging mine. I reached into my bra and pulled out a gun, hiding the small fist-sized machinery in my fist. When my arms reached back to wrap around his neck, I let it slip out and point to his neck. When Michael looked back, flustered, he realized I wasn't the girl he thought I was.

I smirked and pushed the werewolf off of me. With my other hand I pulled out a silver knife that was in my breast belt. Instead of being scared, Michael smirked, "I knew you had a wild streak."

I tilted my head to the side, "Aren't you glad that you assumed that?"

"Extremely."

I pointed the gun directly at Michael and held it to his forehead. "Listen, earlier I was in the mood for a fight, now I'm not. So any last words, mutt?"

Michael's eye twitched and he smiled maniacally. "Yes." he said sadly, "I'm not easy to kill." With that, Michael walked straight into the knife. I quickly reached down and pulled out my throwing knives. As Michael proceeded towards me, the soundless guns exerted their bullets, each Michael dodged swiftly. My other hand balanced two throwing knives. Michael walked towards me and I stood my ground, aiming my two small guns at the wolf. He grinned and slowly started taking the form of a wolf. His jaw started pulling out, his nose stretched into a snout. Hair sprouted in all directions and the clothes Michael wore all ripped to shreds. Michael fell onto his to hands and started growing. After Michael stopped transforming, I smiled at him and leaped onto the wolf's back. He grunted and attempted shaking my off but my hands refused to let go of his fur.

I reached in and grabbed my knife, plunging it into his shoulder. Michael howled in pain right as I aimed my gun at the dog's forehead.

When my finger went to pull the trigger, a piercing pain came to life behind my eyelids. I felt myself let go of his soft fur as my body started convulsing. What's happening to me? I blinked slowly just to see a large wolf get on his back legs, his front to paws up, and about to slam down. Though I didn't know if I died or not because..

my mind got lost into its own darkness.