Prologue-
I couldn't breathe...My lungs hurt and I was pretty sure one of my ribs was cracked.
"Why.....J-jason....Why?" I finally managed to get out through my clenched teeth. His laughter echoed throughout the empty church hall.
"Why?!" More laughter.
"You're asking me why?! AHAHAHAH!" As his laughter becomes maniacal he speaks,'
"Can I not just say love is the answer?" When he takes a step forward I clench the dagger hilt tighter. I'd been saving it for this moment....It was pure silver with a leather hilt.
"If you t-think that I—." I am cut of as he moves forward quickly covering my mouth with his hand and pulling me to the ground and I watch helpless, as the dagger slides across the cold wood floor just out of my reach.
"NO!!"
"Heh, nothing to 'protect' you now. No one is coming to your rescue. I promise that." He smirks as he lowers his head to my throat. I have one last thought just before he sinks his fangs into the soft flesh of my neck and I black out. 'You can change me.....' I thought. 'But I won't be like you...!' Then the lights go out, and I'm gone.
Chapter 1: Welcome To Hell
"Welcome students! To St. Vlads! The only vampire hunting school in Florida! The best vampire hunting school in the states!" My new principal, Mrs. Tarra was proclaiming excitedly to our freshman class of vampire hunters. As a boy sitting in front of me raises his hand to ask a question she shoots him a questioning glare.
"Yes Mr.......Donahue?" She asks him, as she looks down checking her list of our freshman class.
"What exactly are we doin'? As.....Ya know...Vamp hunta's?"He had an accent....Like someone that was raised in New Jersey.
"You will be trained here for 4 years and once you've graduated we will send you out into the world to hunt down your assigned vampires and you are to kill them." A chorus of groans echoes around me.. Am I laughing? No. Im grinning.....I can't wait to graduate and kill those filthy bloodsuckers.....Considering they killed my parents....
Chapter 2: Training Begins
"Get up pipsqueaks! Training begins now!!" I jerk up in the bottom bunk of room 16.
"Wha-what" Im pulled out of the bunk by my arm still wearing the clothes I arrived in.
"C'mon, C'mon lets go! Rise and shine freshies!" I look around the room and spot the person the voice belongs to....Its my "Brother", Jordan, the boy who at 17 took in an 11 year old girl: Me. He smirks and nods slightly knowing only my eyes will catch the slight tilt of his head.
"C'mon Joy lets get this started." He turns and walks out of the room obviously expecting us to follow and we do. We are led into a large space thats surrounded on all side by concrete. Concrete walls, ceiling, floors....Everything except the training equipment. Im grinning as I eye the swords, bows, daggers, every kind of weapon you could think of.
"Alright freshies! Time to see what you got!" He laughs as if this is a funny joke and I, the first to step forward, pick up a bow and a quiver of arrows, notching the bow multiples times, shooting an arrow at every target hitting a bullseye each time.
"Your a good shot there Joy.....But lets see what you can do with a gun eh?" He hands me a regular old handgun.
"Shoot straight...sis" He whispers quietly, to where i can barely hear him. I nod and aim the gun at one of the target dummies, shooting the rope that is holding it up and I laugh as it falls to the floor the head bouncing slightly.
"Good enough shot for you?...Bro" He nods approvingly and gestures to the next freshie who doesn't even do half as well as i had. The training ends with my 'brother' giving a speech.
"You were all great today. Especially you joy. Im proud of you. Tomorrow we will be working on agility, strength, and strategy. Be prepared. Its not going to be easy. Now. Hit the showers!!"
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