The Alpha's Assassin

Chapter 1

Atlantis Londyn Drextal's POV (known as At)

Chapter 1

I. Am. Disgusted.

When I rented an apartment in New York to help me get more assassination jobs, I didn't expect to get a dingy ant-infested hole.
I am soooo having a word to the manager about the meaning of the word 'clean' when I get leave. I kicked a beer bottle out of my way. Wasn't that alcoholic, crack addicted hotel manager supposed to get somebody to clean this Before I arrived?

I waved my hands in the air and all the junk on the floor simply disappeared. I may be an elemental water witch and well known assassin, but I have my tricks.

I slowly walked around the apartment and used magyik to transform this crap hole into a luxury retreat.

What?! You can't expect an 18 year old British girl to live without a bit of pampering. Even if she is named after the magical made-up lost city of Atlantis.

One thing I can tell you though, is that the manager is going to have a heart attack when he sees my renovations after I leave.

Fun times, Fun times.

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I chucked on a pair of neon orange sweatpants and a tank top that said 'I may be short, but I can kick your ass' and put on my spiked combat boots, strapping throwing knives to my ankles and my sides, and tied my long black hair into a messy bun, redoing the make up around my neon green eyes and putting dull blue contacts over them.

Then I locked the door and headed out to the supermarket to buy food, cause food is the one thing I just can't magyik up. I've mastered teleporting myself and inanimate objects, controlling water and much more, but I couldn't magyik up a blueberry if my life depended on it. And don't you just hate being allergic to things?! I'm sadly anaphylaxis to peanuts for goodness sake. Looks like there's no peanut butter jelly sandwiches being consumed by this girl:(.