Fate Foretold.

Chapter one: The meeting.

A late night train ride, just the kind of ride that Ayeza needed after a long day at work. Well, work being killing people, killing more people and somehow not drinking their blood despite being a vampire.
Quite stupid and ironic, honestly.
Considering that she was soaked in blood under her sweater which hadn't picked the scent, by God's grace, she was honestly too uncomfortable to think of moving. Humans are horrible at making spy movies. The effects are fine, but how do they fight with their hair open like that in such hot conditions?! Ayeza couldn't, and wouldn't, possibly be able to stand the heat. She'd rather not fight at all than fight with her hair open in hot conditions.
The guy sitting next to her on the train looked shady. He wore this strange balaclava which pretty much covered his lower face along with his forehead, leaving only those beautiful- Ahem, those light-brown eyes of his, showing.
While the rest of the city was probably sleeping, here she was on a late night train ride to Boston. Ayeza was good at thinking of utterly stupid thoughts and making them seem smart. For example, thinking of why writers use poison in their rime fiction novels, why french fries are called what they are despite being of German origin, etcetera. Though these seem like stupid and irrelevant thoughts, they're usually considered as common knowledge in certain places. Plus, Ayeza, being a student and assassin at the same time, benefits from learning these. Not only does it help initiate conversation, but it also teaches other things simultaneously. That's the beauty of learning, well, at least she considered it to be.
"Are you travelling to Boston as well?" The shady man said. God, his voice was so oddly deep and raspy, she felt like she could listen to it all day long. "Oh right, sorry, forgot to introduce myself; I'm Kai, Kai Vysotnikov. And you are?"
"Why do you want to know?" And there she goes again with whole 'not-trusting' people.
"I'm curious, is all." He chuckled.
"Fine, Ayeza. Ayeza Scarletta Reuben." She rolled her eyes at him. Of course, she isn't this rude always. She's grumpy, cranky, and soaked in blood that somehow doesn't actually have a scent.
"That's a big name."
"Just wait til you hear my full name."
"Wait, your full name? Wasn't that your full name?"
"Nope. First and middle. I didn't include my surname."
"Damn."
She chuckled at his short and quick response. She found it funny how he actually paid attention to her. His eyes had this sparkle in his eyes when speaking to her.
"You're the one to talk, Kai Vysotnikov." She loved to say that word: Vysotnikov. A beautiful surname indeed. "Is that supposed to be Russian?"
"It is, how'd you know?" His eyes lit up immediately.
"Eh, I just guessed. I know a bit of Russian."
"You do?"
"Yep."
Quick responses, over and over again. He was adorable with those sweet responses. God, we're getting off topic!
"Hm, do you smell that?" He sniffed the air.
"Smell what?" She said in confusion.
"Blood." His eyes went red, for a split second. She could swear she saw something. "It smells like it's coming from you."
"Wait, how did you-"
He cut her off, "I have a good sense of smell. Are you on your period or something?"
"I'm not, for Christ's sake."
He then proceeded to point a gun at her forehead. Was this guy kidding? Because if he doesn't put that away, she might honestly break his hand.
"Lower the gun, Kai." She said in a cold, menacing tone. She didn't sound like the same, polite girl. She sounded scary. But, for the first time ever, she didn't want to sound like it.