I woke up at 6am so I had an hour to get ready for school and padded down the stairs to the kitchen to make breakfast.
No one was up so I just chucked four slices of toast in the toaster and got to work with scrambled eggs.
Buttering the toast to go, a sudden move ment to my right startled me, automatically I throw the butter knife in the same direction. Landing it in the plaster wall at the edge of the open walk way.
“Well good morning to you to queen..”
I rolled my eyes at his comment turning around to the pan and brought it back to where I put the scrambled eggs on my toast and carried the plate around to the table and sat down starting to hoe in.
“So. I can tell by now your the kind of person who just wants to get the job done but I think we both need to know a little more about one another.”
I stopped half way through eating my toast slice and looked up at him.
I admitted we did need to know a little about one another but I also didn’t want him to know to much about my pathetic excuse for a life past. After all I am the new and improved Taylor or Jess.
The old one died back at the lake.
“Ok but let’s put down some ground rules.
1. No asking my real name.
And 2. I will only give you parts of my history because if you know it all I’ll have to kill you.” I said simply.
By this time I was checking my fingers off In front of him when he took a seat beside me nodding.
“Ok. But we will turn it into a game I ask a question you answer and then you ask a question and I answer. Me first.”
“What colour is your wolf?”
Well that one caught me off guard. No one has ever seen my wolf not even my trainer.
My wolf never let me transform In front of people.
“White with sky blue eyes.”
I replied munching again into my toast.
Wasn’t a total lie.
“Your turn.” He said sitting up waiting.
“What’s your name?”
Not one I really wanted to ask but it was still convenient.
“Well I am the king of spades but in the assasin world I go bye dripper because I am known to drain certain peoples blood and keep them alive right through it so I can watch their pain stricken face as they beg for me to stop.”
I smiled at that. A little shocked at first.
That This guy is the king of spades.
Omg I recall now he was at one of the decks annual dinners where we all go to meet one another every four years.
If I remember correctly him and I where sitting opposite one another at each end of the table.
He didn’t speak much at the party but then again neither did I.
I nod towards him to continue.
“When did you become the queen of spades. Like on how many years of training until you earned the title.”
My assassin life was part of my new life so it really didn’t matter to me if he knew about it I mean most of the assassins back at HQ new.
” months.”
His shocked expression made me snort.
I cut him off just as he was about to comment.
“I’m going to get dressed then I’m leaving. I suggest you do the same.”
To be honest I was only being respectful to him because he is the same level and house as me and if either one of us is angered by the other it could be an all out brawl with possibly a few innocent deaths along the way. This is mainly why the head assassins the ones in charge try to keep the Kings and queens separate. And because the deck respects them as we listen to their commands.
Well apart from me that is. I never really liked them from the beginning with all the stuck up ness they give off. I mean you could mistake them for a bunch of people with prickly pears up their asses.
I was all ready up the stairs by now and in my room picking out the clothes I was going to wear today.
I had three options.
1- the hot top bitches
(Aka the pack sluts. Mainly because all of the popular girls consists of werewolf’s.)7
With that status I could get closer to Albert and his buddies and learn about the missing girls around town and who is involved.
But the down side is if I walk into school looking like one them and being accepted or I could either be rejected as part of the group and become a normal student which is my second option.
But being normal may lead me into finding out a few things about what’s going on but not as much as the first option.
Then there was my third option ‘the nerd’
Only good thing about this is that you are practically invisible and people won’t spare as much as a second glance at you. Making it easier to find things out.
Down side is I will probably be picked on.
And let’s just say me and my wolf don’t appreciate or tolerate that from anyone any more.
So now that I’ve narrowed down my options I’m gonna go for the hot bitch look to try and get into the group that hangs around Albert. Aka popular group and if all else fails I will revert back to my old self as half normal and half nerd.
I got out a mid thy tight denim skirt which I could hardly move in. And a white laced crop top that made my boobs stick out. The sleeves went down to my wrists and the bottom of my shirt ended above my belly button that had a piercing through it.
It was a small chain with a tiny skull with real white diamonds around it along with to black gems as the eyes and a line of tiny ones that looked like the nose.
I put on some cheap pathetic wedges which I could tap together to reveal silver blades that I installed my self and strapped on a band around my leg to keep the silver switch blade beside my leg.
Before walking out I brushed my hair and teeth and added on a simple strawberry fairy floss flavoured lip stick.
I looked in at my grey eyes which where to me magical. They are grey on missions or when I was scared and angry and hazel brown on my own free time or when I’m having fun.
Four years ago they were always grey I never relaxed and I never stopped fearing.
But now that I have a good look at myself
I looked like a complete and utter whore in what I was dressed in.
I mentally vomited deciding I would ditch the skirt for a pair of jeans instead.
It was near the end of spring so it was getting warm but I didn’t mind because today was a bit nippy.
I opened my door the same time dripper did and a instinctual look over at each other meant we both registered what each other looked like. He checked my clothing as I did his.
He was wearing a black shirt that was nicely fitted over his mountain muscles and dark denim jeans.
We were both going for the same group.
Nodding with respect we headed to the garage where we picked out our cars or should I say motorbikes.
He looked genuinely surprised by my choice but remained silent.
I picked a black motorbike which was loaded to the max with weapons.
A machine gun disguised as an engine and a small button which shot out daggers from the handle bars.
I smiled with my choice and rode off at full speed down the road to my old hellish school.
Along with dripper behind me. On a blade sharp silver motorcycle.
“What name are you going by?” I asked as we park the closest to the Forrest.
We needed to know what name we used instead of giving our identity away. Even though there was nothing to get info on me about.apart from my assassin name.
“Max Green, yours”
Ah so we’re going as brother and sister.
We both had hard expressionless faces and I nodded before telling him mine to which he nodded to as well before we both flanked each other’s sides walking past the gawking students and teachers as we focussed on the doors In front of us completely ignoring them all for they were below the King and Queen of spades.