A School for Hunters

Decisions Decisions

A/N: THIS STORY GOES OUT TO MY BFF. YOU ROX! OH AND THE STORY WILL CHANG BETWEEN ASHLEYS POV AND VICS POV.
Also be aware that I don't own the pics I use, only the story line, not the cw or BBC characters and other photos.

(Vics pov)

I unlocked the door to my cheep, shoe box of an apartment. I can't wait to get out of this dump. I managed to save up quite a wad of cash, but I was using that on my collage. It took me 4 years to save up enough, and I almost died twice. What's my job you ask? I'm a hunter, no not the normal kind, I hunt unearthly things. What the hell am I talking about, well I'm talking about things like angels, demons, and all those other nasty sons of bitches that cause terror on the earth. How did I almost die? Well let's just say when you kill enough of them you gain a reputation, and with that things frequently try to kill you. How did i get into this life? Well let me tell you, when I was about 15 my parents were murdered. They were torn to shreds, the police called it a bear attack. I knew it wasnt. How did I know? Well for one when it happened, we were taking a trip to new York. I wasn't old enough to drive so I spent the year in a foster home. My parents left me enough money to afford a car, and 3 months rent on my first appartment. Once I was 17, I decided to move to another state to get a job. My job day job was working at a shooting range, and I got to take lessons. I was skilled especially at shooting guns, and throwing knives. I wasn't good at hand to hand combat, but I wasn't the worst. During nights I would hunt the evil, and I made connections where I could find info on what killed my parents.

After a year I finally found out what it was, a hell hound. They have millions of them, and you can't see them. How they kill, rip you to shreads. I give up on killing them, but I swore I would always try and help to save others. I was good at my job, and I got paid a couple hundred for each case I completed. It took me a while but I managed to save up enough for collage.

I sit down on my bed and spread the collage applications around. How am I going to chose just one? I let out a sigh and start flipping through the pamphlets. So of these were really far, and others closer. I didn't want anything too far so I threw those away. Some were closer to a city, and others secluded off in a wood, or country. I nixed the ones by the cities. Finally I got down to two. One was said to have had multiple deaths tied it the area, and the other seemed to be perfect in a neighborhood of no violence. I tore the nice one up and started wrighting my application for the dangerous one. I mailed the letter and a month later I got one back, it said yes.