~Five months later~
It's been exactly five months since my birthday. Since the day my parents told me I'm adopted. Since that day I got a letter demanding my attendance at Assassin Academy. The place that my parents were driving me too now.
Okay, technical they couldn't drive me there since the school is in the middle of Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Florida and the Keys. Yep, you guessed it; the school is the Bermuda Triangle. And get this, the reason for all the disappearing ships and planes is, because some ancient witch who put a protection spell on the isle so humans, beside Normies, don't find out supernatural existed.
"Did you remember to pack everything?" My mom asked, twisting her body to face me in the back seat. I nod taking an earbud out of my ear, while Monsters by Eminem and ft Rihanna blares in the other.
"For the thousandth time, Cynthia, stop pestering the poor girl," dad said, pulling into a gas station. We've been on the road for ten hours trying to make it to Daelight port so I can make it to Assassin on time. Only an hour left on the trip and I'm feeling nauseated about going. But it wasn't like I had a choice. I had to go regardless of if I wanted to or not.
"You know I'm just worried, James," my mom retorts. "Assassin is a big step for our little girl."
I roll my eyes. "Mom, I'm seventeen not seven."
"Seven, seventeen. It's the same in my eyes."
Ever since mom and dad broke the news to me about who they were and what I was. Things haven't been the same. Well, our relationship is still intact, and I've accepted the fact that I'm adopted, but for the last five months my parents had dug up memories from their times as Hunters and students at Assassin. They brought out boxes full of old pictures, books, assignments, even a couple of small knifes which I learned were called Gladius's.
Mom and dad had totems on supernaturals as well, so most of the summer I was cramming information on the creatures I'd be spending practically my whole life with. Did I mention the books are in Latin? Which I've also learned is required a course at the academy.
Great
My parents tried to teach me the basics greetings like, bonum mane, (good morning), or obsecro et gratias ago tibi, (please and thank you). I'm still struggling though. Hopefully, the teachers will take pity on me, but I highly doubt it.
An hour and a few pestering questions from my mom later, we make it to Daelight. It's August 31, the day before the first day of school, and I'm nervous and excited all at once. There's a mixed crowd of parents, young, and new adults, standing outside waiting for what I guess the boat to arrive. I mean, duh, how else are we supposed to get to the island?
Crazy as it is, everyone looked normal. If you were a person passing by, you'd think it was a gathering of some sort. But I wasn't a fool. These people were wolves in sheep's clothing, and some of them literally fit the bill.
Getting out of the car, mom and dad helped me with my things. I didn't know what to bring to an academy for supernaturals, no less assassins, so mom helped me pack. I've got a suitcase, a backpack, and a small crate of Knick knacks. She also told me there are uniforms. I mentally cringed when she said this. Hopefully, that wouldn't be the case.
"Oh my god Cynthia, is that you?!"
My mom turned as a woman with jet black hair, pale skin, dark red lips, and a Lilith frame, bounds her way over. Call it instinct, but I knew what this woman was immediately. Her aura screamed predator, and not to mention the fact when she smiled, two sharp incisors protruded from her gums. This woman is a vampyre, and I didn't like the predatory gaze she gave my dad.
"Regina," my mom deadpanned. "How've you been?" She clinches her jaw and stares at the vampyre with so much hate I didn't recognize the woman that raised me.
The vampyre, Regina stands in front of us, a wide smile plastered across her perfect face. "I've been great," she said, waving her hand in the air. "The last twenty years have been a long one. And that's saying something since I've been living for half a century now." Regina laughs, like she was telling a joke. She looks away from my mom then lands her gaze on me and grins. "Who might this pretty young lady be?"