Sad memories, right? Well this chapter will make up for the sadness...since you know...it's just the beginning of the story! Keep reading and enjoii!

I slipped on my black shirt and pulled up the zipper on my dirty, gray, ripped jeans. I put a large jacket on, wrapped a ripped scarf around my neck, and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I slipped on the pair of worn out house-slippers, and smeared a bit of dirt on my cheek and put a little in my hair. I looked in the mirror at myself...perfect. A homeless, vulnerable girl was the look I had to go for tonight. You see, my target today, Narala Jones is a witch-vampire hybrid. Higher up on the foodchain of the mythicals, and I had the honor to kill 'it'.

My weapon was layed on the bed, my Soul Weapon. The one I had worked so hard for, killing 400 mythicals to get there. I was still in awe at the beauty of my weapon. My weapon shocked me at first, my mind reeling on how 'this pathetic weapon will help me out' Now I bet you all are thinking what my weapon is.

It had a long, goldish brown long bow that came out in curved spikes in random places. Both sides curved outwards while the middle curved inwards. A string attached from the top and bottom. The string that connected the top and bottom was made of a titanium metal that only moved if I pulled it back in order to shoot the arrow. My arrows were each made especially for me, the great thing is, I will never run out..unless I die. The arrows are made of my life energy so the more I train, the more life energy I have, meaning never-ending arrows. My arrows are insanely strong themselves, the tips of my arrows are made of an alloy of about 2% beryllium and 97% nickel, with a touch of titanium. It has an ultimate tensile strength of 300,000 psi, and 245,000 psi yield strength. This is 375% stronger than the best high tensile steel. A long red wood piece connects the tail of the arrow with the front. [weapon on my profile]

I slid my elegant weapon on my back, wrapping it under the over-sized jacket. I walked down the stairs and sat down. My head still aching from the transformation, I took two of my extra-strength pills and chewed on an apple.

"Laya?" I asked, "Are you ready?" My answer was Laya skipping down the stairs in a frilly green dress, with little kitten ears on her head and black whiskers drawn on by eyeliner.

"Don't I look cute?" she said, feigning enthusiasm.

"A..pixie..?" I asked hesitantly. Laya sighed and nodded.

"I feel like an elf."

A smile cracked on my lips, "Ok, listen. When you come back, we're not going to headquarters. We're going to stay home and sleep. God knows how much I need that."

"Yeah, you look exhausted." Laya's nose cringed up, "and you reek."

I smiled, "Good. Now I'm leaving cause my target is just around the corner. Good luck." I said and kissed her forehead before leaving.

I walked out of the door and hurriedly walked past the house. By then, my gut started screaming at me and I knew that my target was right here. Watching me, waiting for me. Just the feeling of Narala so close to me yet I do nothing as I lured it out sent chills down my spine. I scanned the area around me, nothing in front. But I knew Narala was behind me. How do I get to see her without seeming suspicious? I looked towards the concrete. A stick laying right smack in the middle of the sidewalk was perfect. I plastered a fake smile on my face and purposely tripped over the stick. With a 'pout' on my face, I turned around, pretending to just now notice the stick there. There, my eyes scanned the bushes and if I was completely human, I wouldn't have noticed the dull yellow/red eyes peering out from the bush. Target spotted.

Without a moments hesitation, I whipped out a dagger and threw it at full speed towards the eye, the blade scratched her face before she jumped up, staring at me hungrily, "You bitch!" she snarled.

I narrowed my eyes, twirling the gun in my hand slowly, waiting for her to make a move. I felt a smile crawl on my face as I saw her start to raise her hands but my bullets came first. They shot her in the hand causing yellowish bubbles to rise around the wound. The witch/vampire hybrid ran at me with a grin, she was faster then my eyes could have imagined.

I had to admit that I was unprepared. How foolish. As her hand shot out, my forearm blocked it. Her other hand had wrapped around my waist, sending a burning inside of me. I muffled a scream and tried wriggling myself free. Think Adalynn. Think. You have all of your weapons, your bow is on your back. You have two Ves-Techs under your tongue. My thoughts clicked into place and I spit the two Ves-Techs at her, they blew up in her face, 'causing the acid to burn her face. She howled in pain and let me go. Within a second, I had my bow out and I was putting in the life-made arrow. As I let my finger go, the arrow disappeared from where it was and reappeared through her stomach. Narala hunched over, vomiting blood. I didn't let the guilt get me, whipping out two knives, I plunged them into her shoulder blades.

Narala dropped to the ground. I sighed and turned to walk away, soon her body would turn into ashes. Suddenly, I felt as if the air around me was being cut off. My throat started closing. I managed enough strength to turn around and stare at Narala. She had a grin on her face, and her injuries were healing.

"You pathetic little assassin. Do you honestly think you can beat me with those ridiculous moves?"

Oh I was only going easy. Being part demon had it's ups and downs, the main up was...that my need to breathe, was limited. I put threw arrows in the bow and let them free, one going through he stomach(again), the other her throat, and the last one through her heart. I felt my air coming back little by little, so again.

This time I ran at her, throwing my knee into her face. She rolled to the side but it managed to get her cheekbone. Narala ripped the arrows out from her without a wince. I felt her fist collide with my chest, then her foot to my stomach. I needed to breathe. This fight needed to be over, now. I felt her hand on the top of my head, a cold feeling protruded from my skull, 'causing black spots to pop up in my vision. I felt my chest heave from the lack of air. My eyes started to close, I felt panic rise in my chest, am I going to die here? No. I can't. Not after coming this far. Laya's face popped into my mind, Cheif and Pier's face popped into my minds, smiling at me....Dia's face popped into my mind. No, I can't give up here.

I felt a burst of energy in my chest. An arrow formed into my hand, gripping that arrow, I shot my hand back, stabbing the blade of the arrow in Narala's eye. She screamed out and I felt my air come back in a rush. I felt powerful..and angry. With a thrust of my fist, it hit Narala in the throat. I twisted out of her grip, and constructed to very large arrows. The shot from my bow, straight into her head. As Narala fell down in a heap, I put my guns to her head and shot them without a moment's hesitation. Once I knew for sure that Narala was dead, I lit the body on fire.

I felt my body start taking the effects of those arrows. I made my way back to the house, slowly, my eyes slowly closing. I guess my body isn't used to taking that much strength. I felt my body collapse on the side of the road, as I watched.

My eyes opened groggily. What was it with me and collapsing in strange places? I looked at my surroundings. This isn't my house, and this is definitely not my room. I felt a strange energy from my room.

"Good. You're awake." a new voice said. The voice was deep and smooth and nearly sent my heart in a seizure. When I looked towards the man, I was left breath-less. Long black hair that went a little past his eyebrows. Through his dark locks, I saw piercing blue eyes that contrasted with his pale skin. This man was tall, maybe 6"1 or 6"2. His body was well built and tone. I saw his muscles ripple underneath his black, button-up shirt. "You know, I was surprised when I saw a homeless carry daggers, stakes, and swords."

"Yeah...they're my obsession." I covered, trying to avoid the uneasy feeling in my gut.

"All dipped in Vesilim?" he asked. How did he know about that? I quickly pieced two and two together. Pale skin, unnatural beauty, the knowledge of Vesilim.

"Vampire..." I whispered, reaching behind me to my bow, but I grabbed nothing. I narrowed my eyes, jumping to my feet in defense position.

"Hey. Don't worry, I'm not a threat."

"All of you are threats."

"Now that's not true!" he exclaimed.

"What did you do to my bow?"

"Oh it's safe and sound, don't worry. Beautiful thing, I might add. Is it your 'soul weapon'?"

"Give me my bow." I warned.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll make sure you never taste the sweetness of human blood, again."

This man winced, "Now don't be so harsh."

"Where am I?" I asked.

"My home."

I got out of the bed, pushing past him. I looked around, closing my eyes. I felt the presence of my bow inside of me. I followed the energy and was led to a table full of my weapons, down to the very last Ves-Tech. I packed up my weapons again, wrapping my bow around my shoulder.

When I turned around, the vampire was leaning against the door.

"Your name?" I asked.

"And what makes you think I'll give it so easily to an assassin?"

"I was only going to convey my thanks."

"In that case, my name is Zane. Zane Valente." he said, kissing my hand, "And yours?"

I snatched my hand back, "Adalynn Cameron."

"Listen, I give you my vow, that I am no threat to you, Adalynn Cameron. And being an assassin, you should know that we vampires live by our vows. We take them even to death."

I nodded slightly to him and walked past Zane, towards the door.

"Why don't you wash up? Because you smell rather...bad.."

I shook my head, "No thank you." When I began to proceed towards the door, a burning pain in my waist brought me to my knee's. The spot where Narala had burned me from the inside. A small scream escaped my lips as the searing pain intensified. It felt as if someone was holding a large flame just on the inside of stomach. Cold hands wrapped around my waist, carrying me to the bed. The pain slowly subsided and left me panting.

"Was that where that hybrid burned you?" he asked, handing me a glass of water and a pill. I eyed the pill skeptically but took it and swallowed it greedily.

"How did you know?"

"I was watching the fight. A rather painful one I saw."

I gulped, "I'll be taking my leave now." When I got up, I felt my knee's buckle, but before I hit the floor, Zane caught me.

"Maybe you should just rest. I promised I wouldn't hurt you."

I nodded, not having another choice. Finally, I let my eyes close and allowed myself to succumb into darkness.

I slowly awoke, seeing no sign of Zane anywhere. Why..why was this vampire so kind? All the others I met were violent and ruthless. I slowly climbed out of the bed, hoping that this pain wouldn't reawaken. When seeing not sign of Zane, I opened the door and left quietly. As I limped home, I was hoping so much that it wouldn't awaken. When I was so close, just down the street, the pain in my side bursted, even more painful then last time. This one got a mangled screech out of me. It felt like someone took gasoline and made me swallow a lighten match.

"Adalynn?" I heard a distance voice say, "Adalynn! It's me! Pier!" I couldn't focus on him. When my eyes opened, I saw Pier holding me. His eyes held a worried and frightened look.

"I'm ok." I said in a weak voice, pushing away from him, "I'm fine." The flames slowed and finally disappeared.

"What just happened?"

"Just...after effects from the fight yesterday?"

"I knew it. This is too early for you. You shouldn't be fighting these higher up supernaturals."

"Are you underestimating me, Pier? This isn't for you to decide. If I didn't want to fight, I would back off. But I do want to fight, and I did defeat that hybrid yesterday by myself." I pushed myself up carefully. Feeling much weaker then ever.

"You aren't strong enough yet!"

I narrowed my eyes, pushing Pier backwards, "Don't you ever say that to me." I weakly walked the rest of the way to my house, slamming the door shut.

"Here she is! OH MY GOD! ADALYNN!" Laya cried, jumping on me. I winced back but held her tight, "You're alive! Thank God you're alive!"

"I won't die that easily." I chuckled. Laya helped me to the couch where I fell on and dozed off quickly.

When I woke up again, I felt hands touch my neck, then my forehead. As if by instinct, my hand shot out and gripped the stranger's hand fiercely, when I looked up, it was only a doctor looking more frightened then ever.

"S-S-She seems to b-be fine." he stuttered, quickly gathering his stuff then running out the door.

I heard Chief's laugh as he made his way around the couch, "As expected! Never let you guard down!"

I sighed, "Well it is strange waking up to someone feeling me."

"How are you feeling, Adalynn? Pier told me you're still feeling Narala's pain."

I nodded.

"Will you explain it to me?" he asked.

"She had grabbed my waist in the battle, and before I knew it, it felt as if someone was burning me from the inside."

"Secret magic. That mixed of a witch and a vampire. We need to get that taken cared of. If not, it could result to be something very fatal."

"I'm fine, Chief. It'll go away."

"For the meantime, just stay and rest, I'll get someone to mail you numbing medicine."

I nodded, "When can I go back to school?"

"Wait a week."

"You know I won't listen to that...right?"

He sighed, "I figured. Just wait till you get that medicine. It'll be here by tonight. I want you to run by tonight and give me a full, detailed report of Narala Jones."

"Got'cha." I said before hearing my stomach growl loudly, as if on Que, Laya brought out a tray full of food. Once Laya put it on my lap, I attacked it. I hadn't eaten since last night.

Once I was done, I got up and showered, feeling refreshed. I locked all my weapons in my safe and sat down on my bed, continuing on my homework.

"Ada! You're medicines here!" I walked downstairs and took the medicine from the man. He stared at me in awe. I realized I was wearing a tank top, so my tattoos traveled down my arm and they were clearly showing.

"So you're the famous Adalynn Cameron?" he asked.

"Yeah." I said, slamming the door shut. When I took the medicine, I felt my body relax.

I was sitting in my first period, gripping the medicine bottle, "To start this day off. I would like to welcome a new student." the teacher said blandly, "Students. Please welcome our new transfer student, Zane Valente."

Zane? I looked towards the front of the classroom to see him staring at me with a grin, "Adalynn!" he exclaimed. All the girls turned their heads to glare at me and all the guys stared at him angrily, "I was wondering where you went!"

I hid my face in my hands, "It seems that you know Ms. Cameron. You may sit next to her. Adalynn, I'm counting on you to make our new student here feel comfortable."

Well...this will be interesting.