I was supposed to be able to wear my hair in messy buns. I was supposed to stay up late on Friday and Saturday nights and sleep in on the weekends. I was supposed to fall in love someone like they do in those cheesy romance movies. I was supposed to cry and stuff my face with gallons of cheap ice cream when said person broke my heart. I was supposed to be "normal." Although, I guess you could call hunting vampires for an evil law firm run by a vampire with a soul, an empath demon, a meek but sweet scientist, an ex-watcher, a kid from the streets, and a ghost vampire with a soul- well, normal. And, I mean, I did fall in love... With the ghost. Who am I kidding?