Falling For A Follower

Chapter 1

As I open my eyes, excruciating pain strikes through my head to my eyes. Painful memories of the night before flood back into view. Glass shards from the bottles of demon drink I had tried to use to drown my sorrows, stabbed into my sides. I pull myself out of bed and walk towards the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I am greeted by my horrific reflection, my normally blue and red eyes are blood shot, my blonde and purple hair had a mind of its own. My clothes were wrinkled and reeked of stale liquor. "I am never drinking that much again" I lie to myself as I undress for a shower. The warm water stung my battle wounds from yesterday's job, the guy had a beast type demon, rather nasty creatures if you come into contact with their claws. According to my job list for this week, I had only one job left and it was only Wednesday evening, well technically morning for me as I'm half vampire. That meant I would have two free days plus the weekend before I would have more work to do. I finish showering and wrap a warm towel around my damp body, walking into my dark, glass littered bedroom. I pull out my usual attire for working, clothes that don't mind being tainted by somebody else's blood. A black tank top, black skinny jeans and black knee high combat boots covered in back metal spikes. I get dressed casually and pull my boots on before pulling half of my hair up to get it out of my face. Going downstairs caused more harm, I must have gone overboard last night, glass covered my wooden floor, droplets of blood covered the rug and smeared up the staircase. The room was as dark and dingy as it always was. I go into the kitchen and go to the fridge, due to my vampire nature, I needed blood however from checking the time, I was going to be late for first meeting if I didn't get my ass moving. Sighing, I get a bottle of cold blood and pour it into a glass before placing it in the microwave. While it was warming up, I searched my house for my knife, once I found it, I placed it in the compartment on my boot. I then found my handgun and secured it in my waistband. Quickly pacing into the kitchen, I retrieve my glass of blood, pour it into a bottle and head for the door. I grab my keys and my backpack and go out, locking the door behind me. I quickly jump into my black car and speed through the night to the 'cult' building as people call it.

(At the building)

I park in the shadows and grab my bottle, drinking its contents as I sprint towards the meeting room. I fall through the door and into my seat just as the commander enters the room, my bench-mate Val punched my shoulder. "hey you made it, I was starting to think you had died from last night" she said laughing quietly, I shoot her a glare "I can hold my drink you know" I growl slightly, she throws her hands up in defense "chill out Tayanne! I'm just messing with you" she says, the commander shouts at her to be quiet. I focus my attention on job handouts as I learnt from past experiences, if you miss any details from your job description, you'd have to play detective to find out what you needed to do. The commander lists people into their groups and hand them their cards, they leave the room. Everyone receives their job card until all that was left was me, as per usual. The commander motions me to his desk, I get up and stand in front of it. "how are you holding up? I know it was tough for you last night" the commander says lowering his dark eyes from my face. He knew it was his fault, it was his fault that I almost died last night. I shrug my shoulders and stuff my hands in my pockets "I'm fine, a jobs a job" I mutter. The commander shifts in his seat "yes however, this job was tough. Tayanne.." the commander gets up and places his hands on the desk. "you..assassinated your best friend, you do understand that don't you?" I feel my hands grip, my heart pounds against my ribcage "yes sir, I understand, I am not drunk or delusional, I know what I've done but it is part of my job" I duck my head down and hold my hand out "may I have my job now". I hear the commander sigh and I feel a card being pressed into my hand. "you really are stubborn. Well I'd rather you be stubborn than a bad assassin. You really are top of the league in this society. Take your time with this job, your mental state will catch up with you" The commander says. I nod and grip the card, leaving the room in silence.

I go down to my workshop and lock the door behind me, memories sting and hot tears slip down my face. I cover my eyes and slide down to the floor against the door. I'd killed my best friend, the only person to have my back since day one, the only person who looked after me when I was abandoned as a baby. He'd always made me smile and laugh, those things are forgotten now but the pain still lingers. Tears begin to sting against scars on my arm, I could still feel his body going limp in my arms, his ice blue eyes shutting off. His blood pouring from the stab wound in his chest that I had created. His harsh breathing echoes through my head, I grip my nails into my arm "stop, stop it" I shout through choked tears, the voices continued. I get up and walk over to my desk, my eye stinging as if a sharp needle had pierced it, I draw my gun from my waistband and point it to the corner of the room. "get out" I shout, quiet footsteps come closer. I prepare myself to shoot "I'm warning you, get.." and before I could finish my sentence, my gun was kicked from my hand and I was tackled to the ground. A hand covers my eyes "shh now, its alright" a hoarse voice mutters.