The Alphas REJECTED Assassin

Three years Later...

Chapter 3 *Nikolai POV*

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”  ― Eric Roth,

Three years later…

            Let’s say I look…Different. I have lush long auburn hair and I also wear makeup now, but not like some of these sluts that be trying to look cute for guys. After I left Maine three years ago I noticed that my hair had gone a shade lighter and my eyes are two different colors which is odd; Laure couldn’t figure out why my eyes had change, but it could have been since I’ve killed twenty demons; yet Laure wasn’t certain. Now that I changed I have a body to die for all because of my daily workout session and our missions. I’m not that fat, ugly, worthless person I was three years ago; ever since I left I’ve become a major bitch in a good way if there is a good way.

            “You ready for this?” Laure asked slowly turning around to face me.

I smirked. “Do you even have to ask?” It’s been three years since I ran away from my home with my baby girl. Even after everything that I went through I didn’t have the courage to call them and tell them. Since I have a new life I’ve been working as an assassin and a stripper to make ends meet for me and my daughter. Yet, for a year and a half I’ve been search for the vampire that killed my father eight years ago and I got a tip that she and her coven would be here tonight. We waited in my dressing room until I gave the say so; there are different name that people refer to us as in each country, but the few that come up often are shadow hunters, vânători de vampiri, and hunters. It was my turn to entertain these old nasty perverts.

While I walked onto the stage I could feel a few pair of eyes on me, but I only paid attention to my assign target; it a good thing I’m a witch my body can put any human in a trance even if I’m not dancing. I gave the cue for my team to move, but I was faster, I walked over to the table and stood at the head of the table. She had this smug look on her face that I wanted to wipe off when I kill her just like she did to my father.

“We meet again and I’m surprised you work here,” she said. “Have you come back to finish what your dad started.”

“Don’t talk about my father when you don’t even know him,” I hissed. My hand shot out faster than lightning, this bitch thinks she can talk about my father any type of way while I was standing in front of her, but I wasn’t going having that. She was in front of me before I could even blink.

“Let me taste,” she whispered.

“This cannot be happening!” I looked to my right to see Laure take down one of her men, but big mistake; the one that killed my father ran at Laure and I being the person I am tackled the vampire that killed my father to the floor. I took out my gun and pointed it at her head. “This is for my father.” As soon as I was about to pull the trigger something or someone dragged their nails across my back; I withered in pain. Laure rushed to my side making sure not to move me; she injected her venom in me. Life couldn’t be so fucked up; I just lost the only hope I had to finally avenging my father. I couldn’t feel anything in my body and that scared me. What if I don’t get to see my baby girl anymore? All these thoughts swirled through my head like a tornado, but I knew Laure would keep me safe. I was in and out of consciousness for an hour until darkness finally welcomed me. Something was definitely going on; I looked around the room to see that I wasn’t home, but I was in a witches cave; how did I get here?