Author's Note: I got this crazy idea in my head while I was on vacation to Ocean City and I just had to write it. I hope you enjoy!
Prologue:
I continue to chase my victim through the dark streets of London. Pushing myself to go faster, I was determind to catch this fiend of the night. With my steak in my hand, I advance forward. I plunge the steak deep into his heart. He let out a bloody scream. He dropped to his knees and slowly faded into dust. Any other teenage girl would be discusted by what I have just done. But I'm not your average teenage girl. I was born and raised a vampire hunter.
I reached down and grabbed the steak. I pulled a small towel out from my pocket and wiped off the blood. I put the steak back into its stealth and walked away from the dark alley. I make my way to a small field on the outside of the city to wait for my ride. I picked up my pace and pushed past the town folk and finally arrived to my destination. I quickly jumped in the helicopter. We flew off into the night.
My name is Kendra Markson. And this is my story.