Preface

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     It hurts to think about him. To remember all the times he made me laugh. When I look at the pictures I have of us, the ones hanging on my walls, and the small one that sits on my nightstand, I feel my heart shredding what ever small bits that still remain into pieces so minuscule you'll need a microscope to see them.

     It's not fair. He was too young for what the Fates pre-destined for him. At times I find myself wondering if I could've stopped it, any part of that horrid day. Maybe if I had warned him of the car the day before he might've found a way to protect himself. He could've called the police before they invaded my home. Before they aimed the gun and fired. Before he ran in front of the bullet and it plunged into his heart.

     I was there with him. When he died. I knelled beside him as blood started to pool around us. I was the last person he saw before his eyes went blank and dull. They tell me not to blame myself; that it was the burgular's fault. But they weren't there. They didn't know why he ran to take the bullet.

     I do.

     He was protecting his daughter.

     He was protecting me.

     And now he's dead because of it.

     I was only 12. I was small and fragile. The only fights I picked were with my older brother and his best friend, Dean Winchester. When I saw the man with the gun I froze with pure terror, so my father paid the price. That was then, this is now.

     I vowed, as my father's coffin was being lifted into that six foot hole, that I wouldn't be that same little girl that watched her father being shot multiple times in the chest just because she couldn't move her feet. I would become some one else, and if needed, some thing else. 

     Years have passed and I left that all behind me. I became a whole different person: one that isn't scared, one that's strong, one that's just the opposite of who I was. I had a new life, a new home, everything about me was gone, forgotten. To honor my vow on my father's soul I buried the old Claire Rebelle and became someone new.

     I became the Huntress.

     

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