AN: Hey
I haven't been Slayed! YAY!
not sure if thats a good thing though...
Is anyone even reading this? If so will someone please review so that I wont stop writing it?
please?
I actually have a plot. This I am very happy about ^_^
Theenx!!! xxxxxxx
Chris POV:
It started out a perfectly normal day. Alex, Ollie and I were sat in the club. We had been sent to this small, cold pathetic excuse for a town two weeks ago in search of a distant, sort-of relative of ours. We were Night World assassins, three of the most feared in our world. We had been sent by an old relative of mine Alder Redfern, a Night World lord and law upholder. One of the most powerful feared men in the Night World.
Everyone knew that his own children had gone off the Night World radar, even his son Ash, one of my cousin's and my friend. You never would have thought it, to be honest, but the rumours were rarely wrong. He must have fallen for a human. And now Alder had hired Alex, Ollie and I to hunt for someone else. We believed that Alder was trying to take the heat of his own children for the time being, but we all knew if the rumours were true he wouldn't hesitate to do the right thing.
For the family honour of course.
The guy we were searching for now is a very old, very close friend of mine, called Quinn. Apparently not only has he fallen for a human, but he has fallen for a vampire hunter, one of the most infamous in the Night World 'The Cat' and he tried to kill his own creator, another vampire lord by the name of Hunter Redfern. I had always known that Quinn hated Hunter, in fact a lot of people (me included) did. But now the price for Quinn's head, and the head of the bitch he ran off with, was very high and even I knew he had overstepped the line.
That doesn't mean to say I was going to enjoy killing him. In fact I would probably hate it. Quinn and I had been very good friends for some time, neither of us caring much for anything. But this is just the way things were.
I'm sure I sound really weird saying that I'm an assassin. Your probably thinking of some really odd looking person, maybe in a ninja outfit, but I honestly look like just any normal 19 year old guy. I was basically like a bounty hunter for vampires. I sorted out the renegades of the Night World. Disposed of them, then got payed for it.
This was Alex's first hunt and to be honest he was dreading it. We had always liked and respected Quinn. He and I had always teased Alex on looking like Hunter Redfern, they both had blood red hair and an air of authority about them. Neither of them were ruthless and both thought of the Night World laws as the Holy Grail. However Alex also had a faint disliking for Hunter, considering him to be too old-fashioned. Alex just wanted to be a normal 20 year old guy, who screwed around and had fun with his friends. He enforced the Night World laws quietly and determinedly, but had a hard time following any other rules or laws.
He and I had grown up in the same enclave and each were born with only a few months apart.
Ollie had been our friend only for a few years now, he had the body of a 18 year old guy but had been alive for almost 50 years now. He had never cared very much about anything. He was always silent and broody. The kind that girls went for because he was so mysterious and 'sexy' *BARF!*. Alex was the quiet, intellectual one with the wicked sense of humour and was also 'hot' and , I quote, 'looks like a male model'. Girls these days!
I, apparently, was the loud mouth, good for nothing, arrogant son of a bitch with an attitude problem that was only good for one thing. Personally I liked it that way. I didn't believe in getting tied down and that whole soul mate principal? Nonsense!.
However, that very Wednesday, sitting in the corner of the bar, I was brooding. I was thinking about the soul mate principal and wondering what it could possibly feel like to have such need for someone and to have them need you just as much. To have a person touch your very core and to understand you more than you understand yourself. Most of me thought that that sounded like a personal torture and prison, but somewhere a long forgotten, very distant part of me whispered 'I do want that'. And then I laughed at myself and looked around for any potential females in the room to have some fun with…and she walked in.
She wasn't the prettiest girl in the room. She was human, I could sense that a mile off, but there was something about her that made me smile. She had ash-blonde hair, shorter than mine, with a perfect figure, big eyes and pale pink lips. There was an air of independence about her, although she walked with little grace. She sat at the bar and ordered her drink then realised the audience she had. She still hadn't looked my way, yet the distant part of me was willing her to do so. For some reason I wanted to get a better look at her eyes, and to hold her gaze. I wanted her to look at me, and more than anything I wanted her blood. I could tell right there and then that I would never have tasted anything like it. But she sat hunched over her drink. Even when her two friends walked in.
I barely even considered the other two's existence until I noticed that both Ollie and Alex were transfixed by them. Had I looked like that about her? And then, breaking the silence I laughed a low quiet chuckle and was quickly joined by Ollie and Alex. And she turned and looked in our direction. Her friends were oblivious but she scrutinised each of us. I watched her the entire time. She took in Ollie first, then Alex, then me. When she looked at me she had an almost shocked expression on her face. It seemed to take forever for her to get from my lips to my eyes as she lingered there for a while. When her eye caught my eye something stirred inside of me. Her eyes were beautiful. I didn't know what colour they were. Blue or green? Then she noticed that I was looking at her aswell and too quickly looked away.
Alex and Ollie invited her friends to come over an sit with us, they came over without even telling her and began conversations with Alex and Ollie. They introduced themselves as Sam and Lily, but to be honest, at that point I didn't care much for them. She had looked round again and caught me staring at her. Again. I mentally kicked myself.
'God I must look like such a creep!'
'Why do I care?'
'Say something moron!'
'What!?! Why?!?'
"Hey, Blondie! Wanna join?" came a distant voice outside of myself. It took me a few minutes to realise that I had said it… to her. This pathetic human who seemed to have had some weird affect over me by which I cared about what she thought. It was insane! But I had said it anyway.
It took me even longer to realise that she was wearing a Blondie tee-shirt, kinda weirdly ironic huh?
She barely looked at me when she quietly rejected my offer, but I've always been told, that I'm the kind of man that rarely takes no for an answer and I know I can be very persuasive, so I laughed a little, got up from my chair and picked something up on the way, then found myself by her side. She was even more beautiful up close than she had been earlier. And not a girl, but a young woman, she looked like she had seen enough things to last her a lifetime, but had a desire to see even more. For a moment I didn't think I could ever get the words out. Then I snapped out of it a returned to my normal self, and spoke.