Bianca Charlotte's Hunting Journal

by really.abstract

Before he died Harrison Charlotte, an ex man if letters, gave his daughter Bianca his old journal from his hunting days. Bianca is now alone and must lie low or she'll be killed by the vampires that murdered her parents.

"15. Alone.

16. Still Alone.

17. Possibly even more alone than before.

18. About to die.

My life just keeps going downhill. Maybe if I'd had a different father, none of this would've happened. Or maybe if he'd left me and Mum then none of this would've happened. But no. He'd stayed, even though he knew that they'd come after us, he'd stayed and he'd gotten himself and my mother killed. He'd nearly gotten me killed as well.

All on my birthday.

I think writing this all down helps, as I'm not going to be around much longer and I want to tell my story before I die. So here goes,

My name is Bianca Charlotte and I'm a woman of letters."

"My father was just a young boy when he joined the men of letters. His name was Harrison and spent the first four years watching and learning from his own father, my grandfather, but it soon became apparent that Harrison wasn't very good. He had a bad memory and he was quite clumsy. Both of these traits were unfortunately passed down to me, along with the deep brown hair and bright blue eyes that don't see very well.

Luckily I can afford contact lens.

But my father always wore his glasses. As a boy he'd constantly drop them, either scratching, bending or breaking them completely.

My grandfather wasn't very find of my father and a certain incident made him extremely furious.

When my father was 27, and a full member, he was assigned a case just like everyone else was.

Something happened, I never found out what, but my father ended up being kicked out altogether.

He must've been ashamed, but he picked himself up and started hunting on his own. He became a brilliant hunter and with the skills he'd learnt from the men of letters behind him, his hunting became legendary. Everyone had heard of the famous Harrison Charlotte. Even the men of letters, and they requested to take him back.

But although my father was clumsy and forgetful, he certainly wasn't stupid. He rejected them, knowing all too well what would become of himself. He'd be a laughing stock, a hunter's ways were seen as sloppy compared to those of the men of letters.

With that all said and done he continued hunting, alone for the most part.

Until he met my mother.

Her name was Darcie Taxon and she worked as a bartender, my dad met him on a case.

It was then that my dad gave up hunting. He left.

He married.

Had me.

And then. Vampires."