Hunted

Chapter One

*About two weeks earlier*

Running.

That was the story of my life. For years when ever people tried to get close to me I packed up and left. I had to leave for their protection. New town, new name.

This time I was Alison Gilbert. My parents were always traveling (All part of the lie. My father actually just sent me away for my safety.). I came from a small town down south and loved barbecue. None of that was true of course. Except the barbecue part. I actually did enjoy that. I formed a new plan in this town. one that will (hopefully) let me stay here for a few years.

Speak only when spoken to.

No friends at all. Try to do as many school projects as possible by myself. This time I was just going to blend in.

At different schools I was different things. I've been head cheerleader, a dancer, band geek, musical person, theater person, geek, most popular, shy, almost everything. Always with a new identity. I rarely stay in one place more then a few months. A few years ago I stayed in one place for a year. That didn't end well. I had gotten to attached to a boy.

That was also part of my new plan. No boys. I had tried dating a few boys, but with the situation I'm in it never worked out. Mostly they ended up dead.

I had to be able to stay in this town for a few years. I'm running out of places to run. Well, places in the United States of America. Father has been trying to get me to leave the country but I was as stubborn as him so I stayed.

It's not like I ever see him either. Yes he calls once in a while, but I never see him. He says its to keep me safe. I understand but I do want to see him once in a while.

Carful is what I have to be in this town. Carful to not draw attention to myself. Attention is what will get me killed. After all, there might be hunters here.

Now I know what you are thinking. Why move to a town where hunters that could kill you might be? Well, every town I've ever lived in had at least one hunter.

When I say hunter, I don't mean those who hunt animals. I mean the ones who hunt supernatural beings. Vampires, werewolves, witches, and a whole load of other creatures.

I want to stop running, but I can't. To many people know my story but not my face. When you have a widely known story and people don't know your face it makes it easier to move.

My story is centuries old. Some people believe that I'm real, but most people don't. I mean, only hunters and other supernatural creatures are aware of what's out there. Why would people believe my story is real?

Tomorrow is my first day at the local high school. Why go to high school when I want to keep a low profile? The town I'm residing in is so small it would draw attention if I didn't go to school.

I mean, people already saw me at the one Starbucks in town, so why not just go to school? I have to attempt to blend in here. If I avoid people and ignore them maybe I'll blend in.

I also just have this feeling. It's that feeling when you know something is going to happen.

Something that will change everything.