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Notes? This story is an AU, with some OC's. Since this is AU, I'm sorry if the characters become OOC. Anyway, if you have the time to read (and if you have patience with supernatural things) then maybe you might read this. ENJOY!
I'm a hunter. A vampire-hunter, to be precise. Being a quiet, average-looking woman, I bet you wouldn't notice it. And I bet that you don't know vampire hunters are half-immortal. We grow, and then we stop aging. This story ain't about Twilight or New Moon or Breaking Dawn or Vampire Diaries or stuff like that. In short, this story would not be about them. It'd be about me—with whole lots of guests of vampires, wolves, hunters, witches, and a lot of the other unknown…
As I said awhile ago, I'm a vampire-hunter. And it traces back to the g'ma of my g'ma. My whole family? They're vampire hunters. Actually vampire-hunters are witches that hunt vamps. Same with werewolf hunters—witches who hunts werewolves. But then, those hunters could also be humans. Ever heard of the Inquisition? Lots of witches and humans suspected to be witches were killed that time. Witch-hunters are humans or vampires or werewolves or anything. That's why being a witch? You've got to keep it, or they just might track and kill you. Being an immortal witch is hard. I've been hiding for years and years that I've lost count of them, until I found a girl…
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I didn't know why I typed this, but somebody… somebody is writing through me. I'm not sure though. I KNOW I can't get any ideas like that. I don't know how to be a witch, y'know. Anyway, I'm so sure you don't know how this'd connect with ROTG. You'd find out in chapter 1.