Phoenix

Chapter 1

Hey quick author note before you start: The first few chapters may not be fabulous, but I promise the story gets much more interesting and better narrated as the chapters go on. Please bear with me. Thank you. <3
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Introduction

_ "This'll do" says Destiny, after peering into the dark room. "In you go" she pushes me in.

The door slams shut behind me, and I hear the girls tittering outside, waiting for everything to unravel before their eyes, whilst I stay in the dark. Literally.

I feel my way with agility to the corner of the room where I sat engulfed by the onyx void that surrounded me. The pounding music playing downstairs seemed only like a faint echo in here.

After a while, I check my phone, beginning to run out of patience, another one of my shortcomings.

It's 11:44. I've been in here for almost ten minutes now. Should I ditch this dare and ask for another? I mean, who in their right mind, would enter a dark room, on the second floor of a strangers house, alone, while a party took place on the first one?

As I was readying to leave, the door creaked open, allowing some light to creep into the dark room. My heart's beat quickened it's pace, as I observed the obscure silhouette of the person entering the room. I go still, silencing my own breathing. Although I didn't have much time to study the person before the door closed and darkness prevailed, I still managed to take in their physic.

It was definitely a man. His figure was enormous compared to mine. His broad shoulders and strong arms made him out to be a tower. The room went black again, and silence filled it. The only sound heard was the slight panting and grunting, produced by the anonymous stranger.

I braced myself, "it's now or never Essence. Come on don't be a pussy..." I told myself. I crept towards the door to where my "prey" stood, feeling my way with my hands, as to not bump into anything. My hands landed on something hard and solid, and I felt the objects' warmth underneath my palm. Only when this object started to move up and down, in a relaxed rhythm, did I understand that what I was touching, wasn't an object, but a chest. His chest.

This was dumb, a bad idea doing this among highly skilled assassin. A firm grip latched onto my wrist but before I could be shoved into a wall and killed I whisper "I'm sorry"

Closing my eyes shut, I place my lips over his...

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Hold up. You are probably confused as hell right now, so let's rewind.

My name is Essence Heisler and I was born a second child into a family of assassins.

My mother was one of the most skilled Femme Fatales the world has ever witnessed. She is a highly trained professional, a lethal weapon who carried both the Russian and French blood.

Around 30 years ago, she went on a date with this incredulous, filthy rich American German. This man was my father who turned out to be a notorious hitman.

He was also the man she was hired to kill. After years of being at each other's throats, they finally figured out that the reason none of them was dead yet, was because they simply didn't want to kill one another. Long story short, they eloped, went underground, had my older brother Ian, me, then emerged back into the world stronger than ever.

I graduated high school this summer, and was waiting for my acceptance letter from The Roosevelts Assassin Academy. An Ivy League university among the assassins.