Someone I consider to be very wise once told me that to love is to create. But someone I consider to be even wiser told me that to create is to destroy. I suppose that's true. To creat the future, you have to destroy the past. To create a grand new city you must destroy the beautiful country side that was once there. So technically, to destroy is to create.

Okay, so I'm no moral compass.

But to be fair, I'm not supposed to be. I'm not supposed to have morals period. I'm supposed to be a cold blooded, black hearted assassin. Then again, I'm also supposed to be at home cooking dinner, but here I am in Central Park, with my group. Colby was shielded by his glamour, so at least to mundane eyes he was invisible. So were Vergil and Shadow. But then again, they weren't the stupid bait.

As you may know, a girl out alone at a late hour in Central Park, doesn't go unnoticed. Muggers and other freaks can be an issue. Which was what we were hoping.

The plan: I sit out here looking all defenseless, and wait for a mugger- our mugger- to show up. He tries to mug me. Colby, Vergil and Shadow pop out and we dispose of him. Easy as pie.

I felt something cold and sharp press against my back.

"Give me everything you got." a deep male voice grunted.
"How about..." I smiled "No." I threw myself to the ground as Vergil's arrow soared over my head. I heard it make connection. I jumped to my feet.
"Watch it, Verge." I sighed "You almost took my eye out."
"I hit the guy didn't I?" he protested, his English accent prominent.
"I'll give you that..." Colby mumbled "Just make sure you don't hit Fallyn."
"Or come close." I added. Shadow rolled his eyes. He thinks he's all cool because his name is Shadow. Truth is, he won't tell us his real name. Not that it matters.
"Let's go." Shadow said, "Before cops show up." I nodded and we headed for the base.

Your probably a little confused. I'm an Assasin. But, it's not what you think. It's our term for agents who go out in the field and dispose of Otherworlders that get out of hand. We keep things under control, and keep mundanes from knowing that the Otherworlders exist. All of us are actually Otherworlders. Colby is a vampire. Virgil is a werewolf. Don't worry, this isn't another vampire werewolf love story. Colby's my brother. Virgil's my cousin. Shadow is a warlock. He's not related to me in any way, but I've been stuck with the kid for years. I'd never date him. Not if my life depended on it.

Anyway, we, along with about fifteen other teenagers are a group of Assassins keep the veil over the humans eyes. Last time mundanes found out, they started up the Salem witch trials. Turns out the girls who started it weren't really liar. Who knew? I'm actually a pixie, but don't get me confused with Tinkerbell. I'm short and thin, but that doesn't mean I'm any less capable than the boys. The things I'm going to tell you about are going to seem crazy, insane, and impossible. But bear with me. It's all 100% true...

... Except the stuff I lie about.