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For almost as long as I can remember my parents were vampire hunters. Them being able to kill them with a swift stab in the heart or holy water, whatever they felt like. My entire life I've been trained to kill these things, survive, and hunt them.

I went to school like almost any kid would, having friends and such. I went until my senior year, when I found out my parents had died. The police had told me it was murder, I agreed, only to the point of murder. They were murdered by vampires.

Later in the week I went to the scene of the crime, and what I saw wasn't pretty. There was blood scattered on everything. I looked around for any clues and I found nothing. Underwhelming. Something about this just didn't add up, how was it a murder when everything, and I mean everything was covered in blood?

When I went back to school the following days I was greeted with apologies and sappy, sympathetic, cards. Someone even bought me my lunch one day. Everyone thought I couldn't handle my parents death but I was fine. I was. I knew what killed them and I'm going to find the lousy vampires who killed them. I will.

- Journal Entry #1