Little did I know..., Amber Foster [latest novels to read .TXT] 📗

Red.

It was the color of blood.
It was the color of horror.
The color of my hair.

My Brownish-red hair blew in the wind as the footsteps grew closer. I clutched my arm tighter as I inhaled deeply. It had occurred once or twice that I had been followed but I shook it off. If I only listened to my instincts I would have been at the location I was assigned and I wouldn't be hiding from some vile vampire.

"Come on. Let's be mature about this." The vampire had said as he stopped just four feet away from me. He smirked at me as he started to pull up his long shirt sleeves and walked slowly toward me. I gulped down the fear building up and stepped back until my back was against the hard wall.

"Call me Avon. That is if you're still alive." Avon prompted. He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. Leaning on the side of the brick wall and sneaking a glance at me with a twisted creepy smile. I laughed at him in disbelief.
"Who sent you?" I questioned him.
"Someone." He said as he pushed himself from the wall.
"Someone like who?" I asked him.
"You sure ask a lot of questions, youngster." He told me as he eyed me from up to down. Probably finding a weakness.

Weakness: (Physical) My left side shoulder. (Emotional) Mentioning anything that leads to my parents death.

"Yeah, I do. Now answer before I change my mind and just kill your ass right now." I spat at him. I was angry and I sure in hell don't need his haughty remarks. Avon laughed at my response and walked closer.
"Go ahead. I've had more than a century of being alive. Kill me. You'll just waste top secret information that I have but won't tell." He said as he walked closer.
"Then other wise. At least tell me who sent you?!" I asked him. Avon smiled wide, which gave a creepy feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"A very," He began as he tried to think of the words to say and then he continued,"....old friend."
"Old friend?" I asked. No reply. I looked up and Avon was no where to be seen.
"COME ON!" I shouted as I stomped my way to the end of the alley. I searched the empty street.

Crumpled up paper scattered parts of the street and the light post's light shined on the sidewalks making it clear to see but no one was any where to be seen. I sighed. I had this one lucky chance to get my hands on some real info and the guy got away. My phone buzzed from my pocket and I grabbed it. I looked down at the screen and let out the breath I had been holding. It was the manager. I clicked the green talk button and pushed the phone to my ear.

"Hello." I said with my usual What-is-it-now voice.
"You have a mission, Stryker. I'd like to know if you will finish it this time" The manager said. Oh, yeah, like last time. It was just a simple mistake. I had a assignment to find a guy of the name of "Fierce Walker" but came up with nothing.
"I know, Manager. I will." I said while rolling my eyes.
"I can tell you're rolling your eyes, Stryker, and you made a promise. Now keep it." His voice tone made me shudder. He had never talked this way since his wife...died. Yes, the manger's wife died from a bad cancer but he really never told me what type.
"Stryker, just get on it before I change my mind." He told me.
"No! Haha....No changing minds. I'm on it. I promised you, right? I will keep it." My words rushed out of my mouth.
"You better." Was the last thing I heard and then a click. I shoved my phone back into my pocket and started to walk down the sidewalk.

It was just a few miles up the street. Two left turns and a right. I'll be at my assigned location and it was nothing special. I had to kill one of the Johnson's kids. No, not a kid, kid. I'm talking about Mark Johnson. A 20 year old vampire who had the enjoyment of stealing blood from the hospital, threatening little children, and killing drunk teenagers staggering home from a party.

What I see is: A felony, being an asshole(excuse my language), and first degree murder.

Almost

.

I was almost there. I had to turn right and the Johnson's house would appear.

After five minutes more of walking I had turned the right and the Johnson's house came into view. A few people were lingering around outside. My eyes searched the darkness and I caught a truck pull up the drive way. The ignition cut off and the head lights were now off.

"Mark, my man!" A deep guy voice shouted over by a Toyota Tacoma pre-runner dark blue truck. A guy with sandy blond hair walked up to the guy and shook his hand. Meaning that sandy blond was Mark and I had to kill him. Mark walked inside while chatting to the guy about something.

I strode up behind a couple holding hands as they walked up the hill towards the entrance. They stopped just in front of the door and I slid through. I searched around for Mark but of course, no luck. Mark had just been outside and now he was no where to be found. It's like I was his repel and he was doing his job, which was trying to avoid...me.

Minutes later Mark walked out of the kitchen and I knew what I had to do.

I stared at Mark as he slightly took a glance at me from the corner of his eyes. He smiled and instead of making his way for the tipsy blond, he turned toward me.

"Oh, What is a pretty young lady like you doing here?" He said as he smiled at me. Seeing his fangs made me cringed but I ignored them and focused on his pale face.
"Invited. Nice place. Feels like home." I lied as I looked around. Mark walked over beside me and stood.
"Thanks. Yeah, I guess it does feel like home. Even Better because it is my home." He said as he stared at me.
"Your welcome and makes sense." I spoke freely.
"Would you mind if I take a few minutes of your time?" He asked.

No, I don't mind if you take a few minutes but not the rest of it, I thought.

"No, I don't mind." I said. He took my arm and carefully lead me upstairs. We walked down the hallway and into the last room. He pushed me roughly in and shut the door behind. A click was heard and I knew he had locked it. Here we go.

"What are you-" Before I could finish a guy grabbed my arm forcing me sit down on the bed. I looked at the guy and scowled. Mark had some guest joining us. A vampire guest.
"I think you know exactly what I'm doing, Stryker." He said as he crossed his arms over his chest. I looked up at him and pretended to be clueless of what he was talking about.
"Who the heck is Stryker? What are you doing?!" I questioned them. Acting isn't my best skill but sometimes it does come in handy.

Mark nodded to the guy and his grip around my arm tightened. I yelped in pain and stared up at Mark. "Stryker, I will ask you ONLY one more last time," He began as he held one finger up at me and continued,"Why are you here?"
"Like I said-" I felt the guy's finger nails dig into my arm and I screamed. Hopefully no one heard it.
"Fine. Have it the hard way. Kill her." He looked at the guy and gave him a nod.
"Well do, Sir." The guy spoke. Mark turned around, he unlocked the door and opened it up, locked it again, walked out, and slammed it behind.

I felt the air rush through me as I was threw crossed the room and slammed into the white wall. I fell on the ground and groaned. The guy walked up to me and grabbed me by my hair. He forced me to look at him and I scowled as best as I could through the pain.
"Any last words?" He asked me. My mouth opened but nothing came out. The guy smiled creepily at me and picked me up into the air. I closed my eyes and wished for something to happen.
"Do you?" A voice spoke behind the guy. My eyes shot open and I stared at a dark guy-like figure leaning on the wall. The guy turned around and looked at the figure. He was distracted and that's what I just needed. I swung my leg around and hit him in the side of the face. His grip on my hair loosened and I dropped to the floor. On the way, my head had hit the bed and everything began to spin. I tried to focus on the dark figure and the guy fighting but darkness over rode me. I closed my eyes and let it take me.

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-Amber

Waking up to a major headache and a sore body wasn't the best way to picture a good Saturday morning. Neither was failing an assigned task. Although this wasn't the first time I've failed one like I said before I had failed to find a guy named, Fierce Walker. Not an easy task either. The only things I got on the guy was 1) he was a vampire, 2)he had done something to piss off my people, and 3) he was hard to track down.
Shoving my thoughts aside I grabbed the remote that sat on the night stand and pushed the on button. The TV flashed on and the news popped up. My attention was on the words in bold at the bottom of the screen.

Mark Johnson found dead

My eyes widen a fraction as I slowly sat up and gave all my attention to the news.

Eve: "Twenty year old, Mark Johnson was found dead at seven O'clock in the morning. It is said that he was stabbed multiple times and his head had been cut off.