Finding your destiny (God given destiny #1)

Chapter 1

He gives me a cold smile and charges at me, but unlucky for him he's no match for me. Even at his full speed I'm still much faster than him and chop his head clean off his body with my blade. The second one looks surprised for a moment but quickly regains his focus back to me with a murderous look before coming at me. I sidestep him easily but he does manage to get a piece of my hair in his hand and yanks hard, making me stumble back a few steps. Fuck, that hurts.

Usually I tie it up in a bun in these situations but I had no idea I was going to be in this kind of situation. I just wanted to have some fun. In my line of work I don't get a lot of fun. And as my latest job was done and in the morning I would be leaving I decided to go dancing. I'm no nun and I'm not ashamed to admit I was horny as hell after dancing with this cute guy for hours. That's how I found myself in this situation. I was outside with the cute guy, making out when these stupid asshole vampires got hungry and decided that we would be their next meal. Luckily for me, I always have my blade on me, though I could kill them just as easily without.

He takes me down to the ground, him being on top and puts his hands around my neck. He squeezes real hard making sure I don't get any air. I use my power to strengthen the fist I punch in his jaw. His hands disappear from my neck as he slides a few feet away but he recovers and stands back up. But alas, he's too late. My hand disappears into his chest and I rip out his heart. He falls to the ground at the same time his heart does when I let it go.

I look down at myself, disgusted I have yet again blood all over me. Just another day in my life, I think. The cute guy is still laying on the ground so I go over to him and check his pulse. Still alive. Just got knocked out cold. Nothing serious so I just leave him there and return back to my hotelroom. In the morning I'll be gone so I don't care what happens when he wakes up and starts questioning what happened.

I never stay in the same place for too long. My life doesn't really allow normal people in it and people would start recognizing me and start asking questions since I go hunting for the crazy stuff. Weird shit happens wherever I go so I prefer to be alone. I've been alone for as long as I can remember. My parents didn't want me. They probably figured out what an anomaly I was and decided to abandon me at the door of a church. Maybe they thought only God could save me from myself, who knows.

A priest found me and raised me as if I where his. Nobody at the church was all that happy about a baby being in their midst. A girl, at that. But father Gabriel didn't care, he took me under his roof and raised me and let me tell you I did not make it easy on him. He very quickly discovered what my parents had discovered, as did the rest of the church. But unlike my parents who probably thought I was the child of the devil or something, father Gabriel thought I was a gift sent by God. Those are his words, not mine.

On the outside there is nothing wrong with me. I look like any other normal girl. I have curves because I don't give a shit about what I eat but my figure is also slim from all the fighting I do. My black hair is long and wavy. And my eyes are what most call sapphire blue. So like I said, nothing wrong. Until you see my back. I don't remember how I got them since I had them from before being dropped off at a church and when I got here, I was maybe a day old. Anyway, I have two huge scars, one on each side running from just below my shoulders to the middle of my back. It could be anything. I could have been born with them, but they also could have been inflicted. Father Gabriel thinks I had wings but that they were taking from me though he doesn't understand why they would be taken away from me.

Now, I know what you think but don't mind him. He is almost seventy plus he's a priest.

The inside however, there is a whole lot of wrong with that. My body is constantly buzzing because of this powering energy that I feel coursing through me. I have started fires on accident back when I couldn't control my powers yet. I've even started a mini earthquake once when I got really angry. I discovered about monsters and things that go bump in the night when I was thirteen. I was on my way, taking a shortcut because I had missed the bus. I was walking through an abandoned alley when this guy stopped me. Besides the fact a stranger stopped a little girl in an alley, another feeling started freaking me out. I got the sense that something was wrong with him, not pedophile wrong but evil wrong. The feeling got worse when he put one of his dirty hands on my arm. When I looked back into his face there was nothing human about him anymore. And for a girl that saw ghosts almost everyday I didn't get easily scared but what I saw shocked and truly scared me.

His skin had turned into grey looking fish scales and his eyes were yellow. His teeth had become like razor sharp knifes sticking out of his mouth. I started screaming and couldn't stop, I was so panicking. Every other person would have probably started running by now but I was rooted to the spot and just kept screaming. He quickly let go of my arm and started covering his ears. His face was in a grimace, like my scream bothered and hurt him. Then his ears started bleeding, his eyes and his mouth. He looked to me surprised and shocked and a few seconds after that he just collapsed to the ground. I knew he was dead. And I had done that. I had killed him, I was sure of it.

I ran back home, to the church, faster than ever. I told father Gabriel everything and he told me I had seen a demon. I was never taking a shortcut again, I thought.

After that time I started getting that feeling a lot more. I ignored it and hoped I didn't encounter another demon like that. For three years I kept ignoring it, until I couldn't anymore. I was sixteen and out with friends when my spidey sense, that's what I call it, started tingling. I was going to ignore it like I had done so many times but then I heard someone screaming. A woman. I was torn between ignoring it and checking it out. When the woman screamed again I had made my decision.

I ditched my friends and somehow got exactly where I needed to be. In a dark small alley I saw a woman getting attacked by something that could've come straight out of a monster book. It had no visible skin and was covered in hair. Or was it fur? It had four arms and four legs and in my experience things with eight legs, or arms, or whatever, where never good. It was holding the woman to the wall with two arms while undressing her with the other two. I had this insanely urge to kill it. It felt as if the energy flowing through me demanded it. Which was stupid because how could I kill that? But I just knew I had to kill it.

I ran faster then I ever did before and jumped on it's back, pummeling it with my hands. It let the woman go and grabbed at me, he grabbed my hair yanking me off of him. "Stupid girl." It said. I was stunned for a second. It could talk. He came at me trying to grab me with one of his disgusting arms but I sidestepped him just at the last moment and put my hands on him. A huge power broke free from me. Light came out of my hands and burned a hole in him where I had grabbed him. He screamed an awful ear piercing sound before dropping dead. I turned the palm of my hands up but the light was gone, like it was never there to begin with. "What are you?" I startled from the woman's voice. I had forgotten she was here. She looked at me like I was an alien or something. I had just saved her but she still looked terrified. From me, I realized. I didn't say anything and just left.

Later, I told father Gabriel everything and that's when he gave me my blade. Apparently it was the only thing I had with me when my parents abandoned me. That, the basket I was in and a pink blanket with the name Maria sewed in it. The blade wasn't long and on the handle were inscriptions carved into it in a language no one seems to understand. When I use it, it can grow longer when I need it to. It's the perfect weapon and I never go out without it.

Since then I started hunting them. Demons, vampires, werewolves, ghosts. All sorts of monsters. I went to school and when I got home I trained. I hunted. I became better and better. After graduation I packed a bag and left town. Always on the road looking for the next monster to kill. I bought myself a Harley Davidson, because I have a thing for motorcycles, and I haven't needed anything else. My backpack, my bike and my blade.

That's my life. It's not perfect but I save people, even if they don't always know it but I am okay with that.

After I've showered and am laying on bed I give father Gabriel a call. "How is my sweet Maria?"

"I'm good father. How are you?" It's good to hear his voice again. It feels like home. "Not getting any younger but as long as you are okay I am fine with that. Are you coming home for your birthday?" I sigh. I don't really care if I'm a year older or not but father insists that every year I come home so we can celebrate together. "I am."

"Good. It's been too long since I last saw you."

"I know. I've missed you to, old man. I see you tomorrow."