Prologue
Dad was pacing. As was I along the carpet. Forming trails on either side of the room that Mom said she'd never be able to erase. I looked over. My eyes only slightly turning. Dad's head was bowed. His arms pinned behind his back. Seeming as though he were focusing on only pressing his feet further into the carpet. To deepen the straight line that ran from one side of the room to the other.
"You need someone of importance, David." he muttered. Though he said my name, I knew he was mainly talking to himself. "Someone who can reward you with both fear and respect." He was basically spitting while putting emphasis on those two words. I couldn't deny it. Assassins were supposed to be feared. Yet respected by fellow clan members. Especially us Monyortas. Those who wore the "Cat's Eye".
"Jared, you know I warned you about getting all worked up like this." Mom said, in a faint whisper. She feared Dad. We all knew it. But she was basically trapped inside a cage. So she couldn't say anything about divorce, or separation. Though Dad was an abusive monster. Except to his precious little girl. One he called Estelle. The little girl he wanted.We all envied her. She seemed so perfect in his eyes. Even though all he wanted were killers. And she never had the guts to kill even an insect. She had Dad wrapped around her finger. Able to make him do things for her that he wouldn't do for anyone else. She disgusted me. Sometimes I wished myself that I could be assigned to kill her. But of course that was pure fantasy. Dad couldn't kill his little angel. No, not the one that kept him sane for nineteen years of marriage.
"Dammit Allissa! He needs someone of importance! Look at him, he's a fucking dwarf!" Dad's voice boomed across the room and echoed off the walls.
I'd always wondered how Mom and Dad ended up married in the first place. Mom was a very pale, auburn-haired frail woman. Petite, and her features were very delicate. And perfectly proportioned. She liked to keep her hair long, despite Dad's wishes. And it hung in light waves down to the middle of her back.
Dad, on the other hand, was a large, burly man. He looked as if he were a lumberjack in his past. He stood almost seven feet tall, and his hands were large, and thick. Despite his size, most of it was in his upper body. His legs weren't all that long. And his hair was dark and was cut almost military style.
Dad was right. I'd caught most of Mom's features, despite my height. I wasn't as built up as Dad was, and I didn't keep my hair short. I grew it out to my shoulders, and tried my best to design it to where it looked different. Unique. I was paler than Mom, but not as pale as Dad was.
Estelle, my older sister looked nothing like Mom or Dad. Her hair was a dark blonde, that hung in graceful ringlets down to the small of her back, and, despite her vampiric blood, she kept a light tint to her skin. Not what you'd consider olive-toned, but she wasn't pale either. Her chest was big, unlike Mom, or anyone on her side, or Dad's. And she was average-sized for an eighteen year old. Her legs were long, yet thick. And she could almost have the hourglass shape, if you didn't count the slightly thicker waist.
Max, on the other hand, looked exactly like Dad. A nose that didn't quite fit in with the rest of his face, and a wider mouth. He didn't keep his hair short like Dad, but he didn't grow it out like mine either. Max had dark brown eyes, whereas Dad had yellowish-green eyes, and Mom had blue eyes. Mine were ringed. Unlike anyone else's in the land we'd lived in. Estelle's were red, and Akira's were a dark gray.
You couldn't quite tell who Akira looked like. She had gotten all of Dad's good features, and all of Mom's. She was beautiful. Even for a six year old.
Mom's eyes dropped. Escaping Dad's intimidating stare. Dad's mouth twisted into a self-satisfied smirk, and went back to his pacing. Akira, my youngest sister was asleep in Mom's lap. With Mom's fingers running through Akira's reddish-brown hair.
