Assassin In Mission- Chapter 1

I am Vengeance, bitterness and a blazing furnace that never ceases to diminish stirred in me.

I am an assassin, called in to kill with contracts, yet I worked under no one, I am my own being.

I am all- being biggest nightmare, the one you feared in the dark. Strength, powers, agility, and speed are my stronger vibes.

I am a new breed of half-strigoi and half-moroi, though no one know, my life is at staked because of my mixed blood.

And I am Rose Hathaway, with no idea who my strigoi father is.

I am the murderer, the killer, and macabre, is my middle name.

I am trained through several years to become the most coldhearted bitch mankind had ever seen.

I am wanted by the Moroi society, where the Queen demands my head, every step I take, is dangerous and could be easily the clue to my identity.

So now I stood at the gates of St. Vladimir's, my eyes, mind, heart steeled to memorize the names in the contract of who to be assassinated. Adrian Ivashkov, Vasilisa Dragomir and Mason Ashford. I had no idea what is the reason for the kill, but I do not care, for my life does not matter, and yeah, I am probably the most self-centered person you've ever met.

The incentive for those three persons, respectively, was five million, one and a half million and of course, fifty thousand dollars. I clutched my suitcases close to me, waiting for the ironically gothic looking gates to opened, and felt my lips curled up. It was the cold smile, where my eyes turn into hard glaciers and with a look that meant one thing: Pleasure is mine in killing you. I let my waist-length dark brown hair cover my face, because if the guards saw that sardonic smile; I know that will scream bloody murder, because my eyes are glowing red.

I slowly walked into St. Vladimir's Academy, perusing the school grounds and compounds. I stood at the entrance, donning on a pair of sunglasses. I was wearing a light summer dress, and it flow softly around me. The dress was meant to be short, as it fall mid-way to my thigh, easy enough for me to reach the .44 magnum gun tucked at my waist gun holster, that is cuffed on my garter belt and rest assured, they are silver-platted, magic infused bullets, just two shots, if you had an accurate aim near the heart, dhampir, moroi and even strigoi with all be hurt enough to stop escaping, perfect time to nabbed, beat, kill them. However, for my case, is to bit them.

I had to survived on strigoi's blood, which I had yet stimulate a scientifically proven answer why I need their blood. Since I had already studied the school map, I turned round the corner straight to the general office. I was listening to my IPod when someone bumped into me from behind. I turned around, staring at that girl.

When she glances up from her crouching position after being knocked, her eyes bulged wide. It was then I realize that my gun was naked in hand, pointed at her forehead.

" What are you doing here, and who are you?" My gun was still aim at her, my voice bland, detached, betraying no emotions.

" I-I…" She stuttered, then continued after swallowing, " Would you mind?" She pointed at the gun.

I lowered it, after stepping back; ensuring that if she were to attack me, I would have enough space to ducked and fire the gun at her. Never trust anyone.

" I'm Mia Rinaldi, err…are you always this…paranoid?"

I stare at her and said nothing, speculating and studying if she is going to be a potential threat. Then I remembered I hadn't introduced myself.

I offered my hand for her to shake.

" Rose Hathaway. From California."

She smiled warily, her eyes glancing from the corner, indicating signals of suspicion, mistrust and disbelief. I know my cue. I was once taught that a facial expression is very important. The body language and speech must coordinate appropriately. I can't afford to have anyone suspicious of me, if I am going to attempt kills in this school. I noticed that her hand was behind her head, portraying that her need to fend off the rising anxiety, danger or discomfort. Not good at all.

I smiled brightly, using the hand for that awaiting handshake to help her stand, the other open-palmed, showing trustworthiness, and openness.

" Sorry, my family was attacked by a group of strigoi a few years ago, my parents died, and only…" I make my voice broke, swallowed audibly. Her arms immediately came around, her wariness fading away.

I fend her arm off me, giving her an impression that I was trying to be strong after that attack (lies, of course, and it's not the strigoi who attack, it's me who first started killing them.) and failing miserably.

" I'm sorry, but… I am sure time will heal everything." Her voice warm, compassion clear on her face.

I forced myself to hug her, and cried her few tears, by now, her body language is open for me to read. Sympathy, trust. I should have felt guilty. But years of training had taught me to be detached, and never feel anything towards the victim. Not even anger.

So how was that? If you do not understand the story, well, basically, Rose is an assassin, hitman, whatever. She's also a half-strigoi, half-moroi. And of course here at St. Vlad's to kill adrian. Intrigued?