"Why'd you run off like that last night?" Zane asked with a menacing grin.
"I didn't." I murmured, trying to hide my face with my hair.
"I went to go get...food," he said cautiously. I grimaced and through him a disgusted glare, "And when I came back, you were gone!"
"I had the right to leave!" I whispered back harshly.
"I was being such a wonderful host too!"
I clenched my jaw, "Don't talk to me, leach. I don't have anything to do with you."
"Oh but you do. You see, I saved your life last night, meaning you owe me a favor, and then I let you stay at my house till you were rested up, that means you owe me two favors."
"I don't owe you anything."
He clicked his tongue, "That's where you're wrong. What do you have against vampires anyway?"
"Sh!" I said, then lowered my voice, "They're abnormal, they're not meant to exist."
"Those lines seem practiced."
"I've said them plenty of times." I spat, "It's only a matter of time before I'm assigned to you."
He grinned wickedly, "That would be interesting." but then his grin fell, "I don't want to be the one to remind you but you're abnormal too. You aren't meant to exist either. You are part demon part human. Your whole being is a contradication to your own life. The life of an assassin." he said, I heard a thread of sorrow in his voice but ignored it.
I never thought of it that way, a contradication to what I am? Why do we kill mythicals if we are all ones ourselves? We aren't made to exist...is that why we die at such an early age? Even Chief is nearing his age. The age of our deaths. Us demon/human hybrids die at a young age, usually in our early thirtys because our demon blood starts to act up, it has somewhat of a "war" with our human blood and the demon part of us usually wins, making us savage, ruthless, without control. We aren't ourselves anymore and the only way out is death. We call this the Daemonis, which is Demon in latin. It's a time for brooding and grieving, and nobody can find a reason why we have to die. We have healers in our world, and they tell us our daemonis age by going deep into our bloodstream.
Mine was 31, very early but thats because of all the stress, killings, and tension I've been carrying since I was a little girl, training every day, killing my first mythical at 12, suffering through the life of loneliness.
Your whole being is a contradication to your own life. his words rang in my mind over and over, reminding me that I'm not as strong as I pretend to be. Most of us don't find love, it's impossible too with our short time period.
"Ms Cameron? Can you pick up the reading where I left off?" Mr. Reet asked. I stared down at my trig book and opened my mouth to tell him I didn't know where we were at when a voice over took mine,
"Adalynn isn't feeling very well, I think she has a fever. May I walk her to the infirmirary?"
Mr. Reet gave me a worried glance and nodded then continued with his lesson. I bent down to grab my bag and coat then started walking out the door. I felt Zane behind me,
"Why'd you do that? I could perfectly handle myself!"
"Well instead of yelling at me, you can thank me because I just saved your ass."
"I don't want you saving my ass. Plus my ass didn't need saving!" Once I said that, Zane tried to hold back his grin. I couldn't hold my laugh back so I laughed...for the first time in...hell I don't even remember...I laughed. With a vampire. Zane's laughter added in with mine. I finally calmed to a giggle but even then I was bubbling with this...unfamiliar happiness in my chest. I looked at Zane, and took him in real good.
Long midnight black hair that hung loosely over his face in small straight waves. His ice blue eyes made his pale skin shine brightly, his light pinks lips stretched into a smile revealing his pearl white teeth that seemed that they belonged in a dental commercial. My eyes gazed over his teeth, and thats when I realized I was doing something bad. Really really bad. I was going against all the rules in our assassin life. I was making friends with a vampire, I was feeling a warmth in my heart because of him.
It's probably his looks, he's probably trying to control you with his looks. He's a vampire, Adalynn. Don't fall for it. that sensible voice in my head said. That same voice had told me to kill my best friend, and I did. Do I want to be hurt again like that? Because of a mere friend? Do I want to be lonely the rest of my life because of what I am? Would it be that bad to befriend someone? Adalynn, he's making you think like this! Snap out of it! That's right. He is a vampire, he can use compulsion on me.
I felt my face harden and my fists clenched. Within a second, my hand reached on my arm and pulled out a dagger dipped in Vesilim. I twirled it in my finger and ran at him, holding it to his throat. Zane was caught by the surprise of my attack because of the previous happy, fun-flowing atmosphere.
"Listen up, don't try to use your compulsion on me because it doesn't do anything. You are a vampire, I am an assassin. We can never be friends, I live to kill your kind."
"You must be really naive if you think that I'm making you laugh by using compulsion." he said with a smirk then turned to walk away, "See you later, Adalynn."
Inside, I was just bubbling with complete anger. I wanted to...to scream! Or beat the pulp out of something! I gripped the daggers so hard that my fingers dented the metal. I harshly stuck it in it's hold, nearly scraping my skin.
I stalked over to my motorcycle and turned it on quickly. I drove back home, almost passing the speed limit when I saw car's parked outside, they were ambulances for supernaturals. Laya! Worry panged in my chest as I jumped off my bike and sprinted inside.
"What happened?" I said, grabbing a man by his collar and pulling him close.
"Your sister, Laya Cameron was poisoned by some demon that had showed up at her school. She had tried to fight him even though she did not have her weapon belt at hand.
My baby.