Chapter 1: Getting some.
Alistor dropped down on the bed and sighed loudly. "Why is it every girl I rescue is either married or has a boyfriend?" he asked himself out load. "They always appreciate me but always in the wrong ways." He said with a frown. He had tried to charm the pants off the girl from the night before but unfortunately he had failed to notice the gold ring on her finger until after he asked her to his apartment, or rather the shabby motel he stayed in for the day. Suddenly there came a gentle rapping at the door. Alistor sat up quickly and instinctively pulled out his knife.
"Who is it?" he asked loudly.
"House cleaning." He heard in a female voice respond. It was very rough and had a very British accent on it.
"Uh. Right." He said standing up. He walked the door and opened it, expecting a short British woman, with a rough face and hair growing out of moles on more places that Alistor would like to see. Unfortunately or not he was wrong. Standing before him was a girl who looked about his age, except she was shorter than him by at least a foot and she looked distinctly German. She had short blonde hair with black highlights in it and she was wearing a French maid outfit that looked just a few sizes too small for her.
"Uhh. Wow. Is it my birthday already?" he joked but he couldn't hide the shiver he got from this girl. Her voice didn't match her body and she was defiantly not English or even wearing the right costume for the job. She was either a really misinformed assassin or it really was his birthday.
"Nein." she said, now with a light German accent.
Before Alistor could react the girl leapt on top of him and pinned him down to the floor.
"Heh. You sure it isn't my birthday?" he said as he snapped his fingers and the wall to the left grew a soft green before a large gust of wind shot from the wall, throwing the assassin off him and flying to the opposite wall.
