...beginning of my book? Okay. Don't be mean. I'm not very experienced like an adult. And I haven't even edited. This all came right off the top of my head without much consideration. It was improvised. So, just some tips to help me sound more...grown-uppy. And also, it's sort of about vampires. Sort of. Please don't copy either. I don't know if you people would actually do that, but... 
you won't get the entire story anyways. HAHA it's mine, lol. Thanks.
It came to the attention of the city-folk about a year ago, when the disappearances of their fellow neighbors grew in number. They realized, that the ‘people’ that surrounded them, were not all human.
But that was something Romy Blakey realized a long time ago.
That there were not only she and her people, but strange, inhuman enemies as well. They were gradually increasing in number while her people withered away. They could easily repopulate. One bite was all it took. But for her, it took years to become as strong. And even then, her people could not match the strength of them. The two strongest of Earth.
The vampires and the assassins.
Quietly, she walked behind Trace, his dark hair ruffled from the wind. He crouched atop the crumbling limestone wall, eyes narrowed. She watched him curiously. What was he going to do? Below, she spotted a vividly colored garden full of blooming flowers of all sorts. It was too peaceful. Too innocent. It gave her a sickeningly good feeling.
But she quieted herself, speaking nothing of her thoughts, trying to stay out of Trace’s way.
Trace was as solid and still as a statue. After a few silent moments, he finally turned to her, excitement glittering in his eyes.
“We’re finally here,” he murmured, the usual impish quirk turning up the corner of his lips.
She smiled. It was one of the rare times he was actually in a good mood.
“Hurry up,” Ro answered, impatient. It was clear there wasn’t going to be anything for her to do. Trace would inevitably take all the action. Her concern to that was infinitesimal. “Then, you can get back to the Academy and brag about you and the amazing tactics you used to take down the target.”
Trace laughed. “I don’t brag,” he protested. “Anyways, you should be quiet. They’ll hear us.”
Ro frowned, but said nothing more. Trace went back to surveying the garden. He whispered something too low to catch. Then, without saying anything more, he leapt off, disappearing. Her heart smashed into her chest as she hurried over to the ledge, crouched, and peered over. But to the girl’s dismay, he was safely on the ground, smiling and waving like an idiot.
Surveying the garden, Ro noticed the two white pillars in the center, connected by a perfect arch. It wasn’t too far away. So, she readied herself, and pushing off, soared through the air for the briefest moment. The rush felt exhilarating and the sensation of floating filled her.
She landed flawlessly in the center of the arch. Glancing down, she caught the familiar reproachful glower. She rolled her eyes and dived forward, hands slamming into the flagstone path, and ending with a somersault. Trace suppressed his grin, but gave a mocking applaud.
He gestured for her to follow and turned to one of the four walls that enclosed the garden. On that wall were two doors. Trace scurried to the lighted one, and knocked. Then he whipped around suddenly, throwing his body at Ro. She gasped as he latched his fingers onto the collar of her jacket. He dragged her back behind two unkempt bushes just as the door swung open.
A young girl stood at the threshold, fingers curled at her lips. She was timid, glancing around the garden.
Puzzled, Ro shot a glance at Trace. Beside her, the boy trembled, a smile playing about his lips.
“What—”
He leapt up, silver blaze flashing in his eyes. The girl at the door screamed, falling back. She cringed, arms wrapped around her small head.
Trace burst out in hooting laughter. He approached the poor girl, slapping a hand down on her head. Horrified, Ro couldn’t help herself. She ran at him. And tackled his trembling body. Beneath her, he cried out in surprise, struggling.
“You idiot!” she cried, lightly smacking him across the face. But instead of complaining, he burst out in another fit of chuckles. Ro frowned. That was Trace. Angry but very childish. He loved to play nasty trick on people. Except for her. He’d never done something like that to her.
Ro sighed, exasperated. She climbed off of him and, giving the flinching girl a reassuring pat on the head, she spoke.
“We’re from the Academy,” Ro explained. “Just ignore him. He’s just stupid.”
The girl raised her face from her knees. Her eyes were wide.
“Are you the ones my mother hired two days ago?” she asked in a small voice. Ro nodded. She helped the quivering girl from the ground. What happened next left Romy stupefied.
The girl went on, voice raised in anger,
you won't get the entire story anyways. HAHA it's mine, lol. Thanks.It came to the attention of the city-folk about a year ago, when the disappearances of their fellow neighbors grew in number. They realized, that the ‘people’ that surrounded them, were not all human.
But that was something Romy Blakey realized a long time ago.
That there were not only she and her people, but strange, inhuman enemies as well. They were gradually increasing in number while her people withered away. They could easily repopulate. One bite was all it took. But for her, it took years to become as strong. And even then, her people could not match the strength of them. The two strongest of Earth.
The vampires and the assassins.
Quietly, she walked behind Trace, his dark hair ruffled from the wind. He crouched atop the crumbling limestone wall, eyes narrowed. She watched him curiously. What was he going to do? Below, she spotted a vividly colored garden full of blooming flowers of all sorts. It was too peaceful. Too innocent. It gave her a sickeningly good feeling.
But she quieted herself, speaking nothing of her thoughts, trying to stay out of Trace’s way.
Trace was as solid and still as a statue. After a few silent moments, he finally turned to her, excitement glittering in his eyes.
“We’re finally here,” he murmured, the usual impish quirk turning up the corner of his lips.
She smiled. It was one of the rare times he was actually in a good mood.
“Hurry up,” Ro answered, impatient. It was clear there wasn’t going to be anything for her to do. Trace would inevitably take all the action. Her concern to that was infinitesimal. “Then, you can get back to the Academy and brag about you and the amazing tactics you used to take down the target.”
Trace laughed. “I don’t brag,” he protested. “Anyways, you should be quiet. They’ll hear us.”
Ro frowned, but said nothing more. Trace went back to surveying the garden. He whispered something too low to catch. Then, without saying anything more, he leapt off, disappearing. Her heart smashed into her chest as she hurried over to the ledge, crouched, and peered over. But to the girl’s dismay, he was safely on the ground, smiling and waving like an idiot.
Surveying the garden, Ro noticed the two white pillars in the center, connected by a perfect arch. It wasn’t too far away. So, she readied herself, and pushing off, soared through the air for the briefest moment. The rush felt exhilarating and the sensation of floating filled her.
She landed flawlessly in the center of the arch. Glancing down, she caught the familiar reproachful glower. She rolled her eyes and dived forward, hands slamming into the flagstone path, and ending with a somersault. Trace suppressed his grin, but gave a mocking applaud.
He gestured for her to follow and turned to one of the four walls that enclosed the garden. On that wall were two doors. Trace scurried to the lighted one, and knocked. Then he whipped around suddenly, throwing his body at Ro. She gasped as he latched his fingers onto the collar of her jacket. He dragged her back behind two unkempt bushes just as the door swung open.
A young girl stood at the threshold, fingers curled at her lips. She was timid, glancing around the garden.
Puzzled, Ro shot a glance at Trace. Beside her, the boy trembled, a smile playing about his lips.
“What—”
He leapt up, silver blaze flashing in his eyes. The girl at the door screamed, falling back. She cringed, arms wrapped around her small head.
Trace burst out in hooting laughter. He approached the poor girl, slapping a hand down on her head. Horrified, Ro couldn’t help herself. She ran at him. And tackled his trembling body. Beneath her, he cried out in surprise, struggling.
“You idiot!” she cried, lightly smacking him across the face. But instead of complaining, he burst out in another fit of chuckles. Ro frowned. That was Trace. Angry but very childish. He loved to play nasty trick on people. Except for her. He’d never done something like that to her.
Ro sighed, exasperated. She climbed off of him and, giving the flinching girl a reassuring pat on the head, she spoke.
“We’re from the Academy,” Ro explained. “Just ignore him. He’s just stupid.”
The girl raised her face from her knees. Her eyes were wide.
“Are you the ones my mother hired two days ago?” she asked in a small voice. Ro nodded. She helped the quivering girl from the ground. What happened next left Romy stupefied.
The girl went on, voice raised in anger,