I was nineteen when my first interaction with him happened. I was walking down the alleyway, on my way to my part time job at the coffee shop and then I saw him, the guy I knew for sure would change my life forever. He was so perfect, his golden hair and muscular physique, it went perfect with his reddish brown eyes. I knew almost immediately he was the one I wanted. By this time tomorrow I would have him dead.
See, my name is Scarlet Rose Anderson, but people call me scar and I don't believe I've fully introduced myself. I'm an only child who was raised by her rather brute father. I'm a high school graduate, top of my class. I stand at a 5'4" built with dark brown hair and violet eyes. I'm 19 years old and I'm a hunter. When I was only 7, my mom was taken away from my father and I by a pack of wolves. I don't know what they wanted with her blood but it was big because from what I remember, there must've been hundreds of wolves out that night. When the wolves took my mom, my dad thought it was a good idea to hide me in the basement nobody knew we had while he try to handle everything. By the time he came back for me, my mother was dead and my father gave me a look that said nothing would be the same. After her funeral we waited a week before either one of us began to speak again. Because my dad knew exactly what happened, he began to train me. For the next ten years, all I did was train, eat, sleep, and school. I quit focusing on things little girls focus on like ponies and playing dress up because my new life was all about avenging my mother.
When I graduated high school at the age of seventeen, my graduation present was a brand new crossbow, which I took pride in firing on my first hunt with my dad. See, during those ten years of grieving/training, I was only training, my dad knew that the main thing driving me was the will to take down the monsters that took away my mom so he knew I wasn't quite ready for a hunt yet. He always told me, "you'll aim too much towards the kill itself and not focus on the whole task at hand" but when I graduated, he knew I was ready. My first hunt actually consisted of a witch. They aren't too easy to spot out but once you notice them, beware because they'll notice you back. We sat atop of a building just a across the street from a small pub when we saw her in the pinnacle of a hunt herself. She was charming some local sailors with a basic hypnotizing gaze. I know, what would a witch want with some dirty sailors? Well it's not the sailors themselves, it's their blood. Every mythical creature has its own use for it but witches? They use the blood of others to help conjure spells and to stay young. Usually the more cynical the person, the better their blood works.
I never knew why the monsters wanted my moms blood, she had never done anything wrong in her life. I know that's also what most people would say about their mothers, but it's actually true. My mom was known throughout our whole village for being as good a person as she is. And once I find the people responsible for taking her away from me and my dad and leaving us a broken family, they're going to pay severely. So back to my story right? Anyway I'm watching this guy and I'm just thinking of all the ways I can take him down when just then my dad calls.
"Hello?" I was clearly annoyed, this man knows better than calling me when I'm on my way to work.
"Hey scar, I have a mission for you." Um okay then
"ugh dad I know, I'll bring you a banana nut muffin when I get off"
"You know me so well, sweetie. Oh and please, try not to kill that vampire before you even go in. Okay love you, bye"
That man always found a way to spy on me. Pfft. He doesn't even know me that well, he probably has a white witch watching me with a mystical orb or something. I swear the last couple of years have not been kind to him, he's become such a softy. Pfft white witches, I still don't trust them, I don't care if other hunters think they won't do harm because they can and will, just like all witches. Just as I was concluding my thought on how terrible witches are, HE bumped into me.
"Oh I agree, aren't witches the worst?" Just as he spoke, I had time to pull out my knife.
"Stay back, demon. I will end you!"
