Huntress

Chapter 1

      Ravens pov

        " We will be back sweety," Mom promised. I nodded my head as she went over to the twins and told them to behave. Then she left with another hunter that was working with her on a ghost case. They lest so I turned my attention to Emma and Simon. They are 10 years old and twins a.k.a. the double trouble that every one should fear. As their older sister they were my responsibility when mom was on a case.
          It was their bed time do I had to get the twins ready for bed. Oh I forgot to tell you my name is Raven Angelo. I'm fifteen years old as you Can probably tell I'm a hunters child. Yeah it sucks like 99.9% of the time. Mom always wanted us to have a good education I have to take online schooling. But the better part is learning how to kill things, make fake ids, learn lore, learn the art of shooting with guns and bows, knifes and stab, and other things normal children wont learn like how to pick a lock 101. Social skills? Nah. taxes? Nada. How to kill things of nightmares? My specialty.
        By the time I came back to reality the twins were sleeping. '' Thank god," I sighed out in relief. I cherish these moments where they fall asleep as if they were charmed.  There is no fights, hair pulling, throwing heavy books at each others heads. I went in to brush my teeth. I just ended up looking at the mirror. I look like my dad. He had a light brown skin tone and green eyes like mine. Mom has pale skin and brown eyes. The twins look like her a lot more than I did. I was 5 feet 6 inches. My hair was sorta wavy that I braid to the side or just brush it out. I had his watch. It the only jewelry  that I wear. I zoned out. Before I knew it it was already 11 o'clock. I fell onto the bed and I just let the hard bed of the cheap motel we staying at lead me a dreamless sleep. Well that was the plan at least.
       I was going to sleep until I heard I heard a strong knocking on the door. It was another hunter. Jonas I think his name was. He is in his mid twenties, with brown hair and brown almost black eyes. He had a depressed look on his face. His eyes shined with pity and guilt. He was covered in blood and I knew it wasn't his.
        " No no no no no no no." backing away you hit the bed and sit. Looking at him for answer. For any hint of your mother, any tiny shred of hope that she was hear. None not one single piece if evidence of her being here. I still had a tiny shred of hope that she is trapped or she in the hospital And will soon be on the road with me and the twins.
        I finally looked at him. Waiting for Him to answer that she is fine I barley hear him say " I'm so sorry, but she's not coming back."