Kiera Dracopenna's Mission

Mission 1: Keep your Cool

I crouched on the ledge of the business building and looked down to the window of the desolate apartment building, shifting so I had a better view of the only lit window. Shadows played on the walls, signaling activity in the room.

Master of the shadows, I leapt from my ledge to the roof below me. Rolling to dampen any sound of my landing, I crouched on the ledge above the occupied window.

Any worry of being seen by the random pedestrian would have been raking the mind of any other agent. Not me. I knew better. Even without the second skin of a black jumpsuit, the humans wouldn't notice me. Humans naturally tend not to notice things that "aren't supposed to exist" in their minds. Werewolves, vampires, fairies, shifters, anything mythical, you name it, they were oblivious. It still amazes me.

I'm not sure if it is just a lack of proper evolution or taught ignorance, either way it leaves me dumbfounded. As for anything not human, the only thing that they might notice was my blonde hair or my fluorescent blue eyes, but we couldn't make it too easy now could we.

Some low shuffling sounds came from below me and a bang soon after. It sounded like some one had been pushed into a was with quite a bit of force. I leaned over the ledge a little and my ears started to pick up traces of an argument. I smirked as I caught the emphasized insults.

"moron! .....idiot! .....dumbass!" Well someone was catching a shit-load.

Suddenly the window was wrenched open and I was able to catch both sides of the argument.

"You need to be more careful! I already have enough people starting to get suspicious! Next thing you know, the CIA is going to be on my ass!" too late, I thought with a smirk.

"I tried but there was nothing I could do. It was one of the Broken. It seemed to bypass the blood bond. Luckily I found it before too much information was spilled, but we are now one Broken short," the deep voice said, but the imperfect edge in it supplied one more clue. The voice belonged to a human.

"Well I guess you won't be getting any sleep tonight, now will you," and another slam soon followed. This voice was deep, sinister, sexy, and perfect. It all meant one thing to me. Supernatural, more than likely a vampire. A small breeze carried the mingled scents from the window up to me, as if to help in my reconnaissance. I expertly separated and analyzed the separate odors and picked the few that held any meaning.

Human

Vampire

Shifter

Blood

And power.

There was something off about the shifter scent though. I leaned back and thought about it a little but it didn't take much until realization hit me and I put the pieces together.

Shifter with an off scent, a vampire, and the mention of the Broken. This bastard was controlling shifters against their will. Just the thought had the want, no a need to burst into that apartment and kick his pathetic, manipulating ass, but I couldn't yet. That would compromise my mission.

I took a deep breath, centered myself, found my calm and, when I was ready, leaned back toward the ledge to continue listening in, picking up in the middle of their conversation.

"-money better be worth it," the vampire finished.

"I'm sure it will be, Dominick. The other Broken brought back all the requested information, so things should get back on track soon," so our shitbag vampire friend finally gets a name. Although I almost felt sorry for the human, since his voice revealed that he was in some serious pain. Almost.

Slam! "Not soon enough," growled Dominick. Fear soaked the air, presumably from the human after that inhuman growl. I could easily imagine a smirk slip onto that damn vampire's face as the scent reached his own nostrils.

"Please, I promise your stocks will skyrocket from this information. I swear," the human begged, "please I have a family and... and I can get you more information, more shifters, anything. Please," his voice became more strained as more pressure was applied to his throat.

"Do you know how many people want your job? Many. So I have two things to tell you; you are a very replaceable pathetic human and unfortunately for you, I haven't eaten since yesterday," the only way to describe that tone was pure evil.

"No! Please I-" a loud crack filled the air as his fragile neck was snapped.

"You talk too much," was all that was said before the sweet scent of blood perfumed the air.

'Keep your cool Kiera', I thought, 'keep your cool.'

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So I hope you are enjoying my book, even though we aren't that far. Please tell me what you think, I'm really curious. This is my first attempt of putting a story on the web and since it's up for you guys, your comments would really help. I'm not the type to make a posting schedule, but I will try to not keep you waiting that long.

And I'm sure if it's too early to ask, but I will anyways. Lol Anyone have cover ideas? I'm all ears. I would really appreciate it.

Thnx for reading,

~ Erika