The Alphas REJECTED Assassin

Prologue

Prologue

 “Papa, come chase the dandelions with me,” I said. I loved the woods especially at this time; Papa was always cautious of me coming into the woods alone which I didn’t understand why. While papa watched me I had this feeling something bad was going to happen and me being  a kid I didn’t know if it was directed at me or my family. Sometimes I miss our family outings in the woods, but that stopped when I turned ten last year. My father always told me I would be a powerful witch someday destined to bring down the evil that lurks around every corner. I watched my papa as he watched me; everywhere I turned he was there in an instant, sometimes I wonder if my dad was a witch. Witches never move fast especially the way my dad moves. It kind of like his natural instinct and I was his prey, but I knew my dad would never hurt me. Just when I was about to grab the dandelions; I felt that I was being watched. I looked at my father who was looking through the forest to see if there was a threat.

“We have to go Nikolai,” my father said. When I said my final goodbyes to my second home, I couldn’t help but wonder why my dad was so uptight. Just as I reached for my dad’s hands something grabbed my forearm. I looked at my attacker, I knew this girl was a vampire, because her eyes were glowing red, but there was something about her I couldn’t put my finger on. I never really heard of a female vampire before and now that I’m seeing one means that it’s a rare thing. I wasn’t scared of my attacker, but I wanted to go home. I screamed my papa name and he turned around; I have never seen this side of my father.

            “Vampire Hunter,” it hissed. While it was distracted I broke free and started running in the direction of the house. I could see my father fighting off those things. I felt my father before I saw him.

“I love you and your mother so much, but when the time comes for you to escape this place take it and go find Laure. When I tell you to run, you run, got it squirt,” he said. I could see the vampires advancing on us; the one that was holding me earlier lunged for me, but my father go in the way. “Run,” he yelled. I didn’t want to leave him, but I knew he would have wanted me to tell mom. I was still running when I hear an ear splitting scream echoing from the forest; I ran faster and ended up bumping into my mom. I knew my mom felt what happened to dad, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything so I just pointed in the direction I just came from. My mother took off in the direction I just came and I wondered if this was my fault; I wanted to chase dandelions and if I hadn’t suggested it maybe papa would still be here. I killed my father and my mother mate; I was the cause and I should die.

Walking into my room I tried to find a solution to end my life fast, but as I prepared my mother walked into the room. I ran to her and clung to her leg. I was a sorry excuse of a daughter.  Why haven’t I received my powers yet? I am a useless daughter; I wish I was fearless like my mom, but I lack her genes since my dad genes are more dominant. Sometimes I swear I should have been born a boy because I look nothing like my mother at all which is rarely common amongst witches. Out of the blue I could have sworn I heard a voice in my head. Was it my dad?

I’m coming for you sweetheart! No this can’t be happening I already killed the person I loved most by making the wrong decision and now a deranged vampire is after me.

“I’m sorry I killed papa momma,” I cried.

“You didn’t kill him honey vampires did,” she said.

A week after his death my mother found the courage to plan the funeral. If pap hadn't of jumped in front of me papa would be alive and not me. As my mother planned I called everyone to let them know about the upcoming event, but some of them yelled at me and I couldn’t help but cry. I was the cause of my mothers’ sorrow and my father death. The funeral was in two days and my fathers’ parents decided to come the morning of; I guess people were right I was a horrible witch that couldn’t save her father. The service was short, but most people just glared at me and comforted my mother.