Hunter (1st Book of the Supernatural Hunters)

Past Memories

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*The photo I chose looks almost identical to how I imagined the village looking like. Just take out the grave and jack-o-lantern and you'll have the image. Now, enough of me wasting your time and on to the story!*

"I can control my destiny, but not my fate. Destiny means there are opportunities to turn right or left, but fate is a one-way street. I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfill our destiny, but our fate is sealed." ~Paulo Coelho

Sometimes I question if what really happened was fate or if it was destiny? Was it our choice to take that one job that led to our destinies? Or were we meant to make such choices in order to fulfill our fate? These questions plague my mind, torturing me. At nights, I toss and turn thinking of such things, but never am I able to provide a sufficient answer.

Why? That undoubtedly is the worst question of them all.

Why them, why not me?

The one question I have a true answer for. Because he wanted to see me in agony. It brought him joy to have seen those tears cascading down my face. It had excited him to hear my horrified screams and useless pleas.

Never will I be able to forget his terrifying face, droplets of blood splattered across his smirking features. His flawless raven black hair falling perfectly into place, contrasting against his pale skin. Deep red eyes that seemed to have been burning into my soul, forever leaving a mark. He's the type of person that isn't simply forgotten. He's remembered at the most random times, even if he only happened to be passing by you on the street.

Without my consent, my mind drifts into unconsciousness slipping into the past.

"Please... Not again..."

My useless plea goes unheard as my eyes flutter shut, throwing me into the black void of memories.

The echo of a boot resounds around us, the light from the lantern casting our shadows against the cobblestone street. Alexander ignores the eerie feeling and walks ahead, humming as he goes along. Gazing to the side, I send Edward an incredulous look with raised eyebrows, as if saying, "Really? Can this get more cliche?" He shrugs his shoulders and saunters ahead. A loud sigh leaves me as I stare ahead once more, observing the town.

"Why are we here again?" Alexander quietly inquires, looking over the front of a dark bakery.

"Must you really ask such useless questions?" Edward mutters, shooting a glare in Alex's direction. "If I remember correctly, we are vampire hunters. What other possible reason would we have to come here other than to kill those ghastly creatures?"

Alexander turns back to us with a scowl. "Aren't we sarcastic today? "

"Edward, where did our client wish to meet us?" I interrupt, glowering at both the males before me.

"...Client? Since when do we have clients?" Alex questions, a confused expression coming to his face.

"Since always. It's just not very common; we generally find our kills rather then getting requests. Edward, you never answered me."

"S-sorry. Umm, well, here it says to meet her at the church," Edward stutters out, holding a fancy letter in an awkward position towards the light to see better.

"Well, how come there have never been any other clients before then?"

Glancing over at Alexander with an aggravated look, I frown at his sudden questioning, but reply nonetheless. "They never knew how to reach us before. Anyways, the people are terrified of vampires, Alex. You out of all of us should know. Their lives are at risk and they keep quiet out of fear. Now, enough of your childish questioning and let us move on."