Give Me Blood

Chapter 1: The Day Her Parents Passed Away

The day that her parents passed away. 

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The day my parents died I was found unconscious on the forest floor by a kind man named Nathaniel Grey. I came to find later that he was a vampire hunter just like my parents and owned a Hunting school that was stationed a couple miles from our home. He knew my parents personally, as they had been on missions together when they were younger. After a month of sad silence, I had told him what happened to me. He went ballistic when he heard. The protection that was supposedly given to us by the government had failed and, from what I heard, they didn't bother to check up on our house until the day that Nathan told them the news.

Their bodies rotting away in the house I used to call my home.

With no other family and nowhere to go, the government's agency was hesitant in placing me in any sort of foster home or orphanage because I knew too much about the "system", and I was seen as a child who could possibly reveal too much. In the end, Nathan decided to take me in as his own, which I am still immensely thankful for to this day. I was enrolled into his school at a younger age than most and trained just like my parents did. Training, tracking is all I have been doing for the past 10 years of my life. And for the 10th time in my life, this day in particular, I wanted to pass by without thought. But it never ends that way does it?

So here I am, Emily Russo, beating the shit out of a punching bag in the training room.

It's the ten-year anniversary of my parent's death, and the ten-year anniversary of my admission into the academy.

I hate being reminded of my parents. In order to break my habit of drinking to survive the painful flashbacks, I decided to "train" with one of the vampire volunteer's that Nate requested for, as sort of truce between a nearby clan and us hunters. I get angry just thinking about it.

In the end I had beat the filthy bloodsucker much quicker than I had expected. Not nearly long enough to focus my attention on something other than my parents. I heard rumors that he was never defeated before, that he was one of the most skilled fighters back in his clan. Well what a waste of time that was. At least I gave the crowd a good show.

I don't usually train with the other students, it's not like I need any training anyway. At the age of 15 I was already getting missions regarding the assassinations of countless deadly vampires. The only reason I enter the training room is when I'm having a mental breakdown, and those don't happen often. But when they do, there are always caused by one person and one person only. Just thinking about him makes my blood boil.

Hit.

I was in the training room for over 5 hours now. The punching bag barley hanging onto the ceiling. After my short-lived debacle with the vampire dummy, I decided to go into one of the training rooms and do a full-on workout. I think it was around the 2-hour mark that I was finally getting the gruesome picture of my dead parents out of my head. My body was numb but I wasn't going to stop. My mind was also numb, and this is what I desperately needed.

"Take a break Emily, I swear one of these days you'll wear yourself out to the point of death." A familiar masculine voice spoke behind me.

I didn't need to turn around to know who it was, after all, I've lived with him for 10 years now. He's always worried about me even though he knows perfectly well that I can take care of myself. I love him for it, I really do. But right now, I just wish I could be left alone.

"Please tell me when I have ever taken a break in my entire life? And why would now be any exception?" I spoke in a monotone but even voice, hoping it would give him some reassurance that I'm fine. Not once did I turn around to acknowledge his presence as I moved on from the punching bag to the guns scattered on the table next to me. My favorite piece of weaponry.