PROLOUGE:
Running Endlessly.
I have always been told as a little girl that I couldn't ever go into the woods in the back of our house.
I didn't listen.
At age ten I would start having (as I would call them) "adventures" in the woods. That was until I saw something your eyes wouldn't even believe.
A vampire.
Now I know your going to start thinking, "this is one of those typical cheezy-vampire teen stories." Well I can assure you, it's not.
Now, where was I?... Oh yes! I saw a vampire back in the woods. He was a rabid looking creature. His clothes torn, bruises and scratches everywhere, and the worst of all? Blood dripping from his mouth.
He had turned to look at me when he heard the stick I stepped on snapped. I can still barely remember the memories from that day, the falling, the running, me crying for my mom and dad. But the worst of all, I think, was the blood.
I remember my dad coming out with a cross bow, and my mom a shot gun. I remember the vampire taking my dad down three seconds flat after my mom had grabbed me, and I remember my mom hiding me in the cellar.
I only have a hand full of memories, my name, age, where I came from. But the most important ones was of the vampires face, and my mother's and father's death right in front of me.
It was about three hours before sunrise, when he left. I remember wishing that I was stronger, that I could change what had happened to my parents.
But I can't change fate. Nobody can. That's why I help people, helpless people who don't know what lurks in the night.
My name is Alice Walker, seventeen years old, and I'm a vampire hunter.
