A Hunter's Kryptonite
June 5, 1863
My name is Alice. Alice Brandon. I'm a vampire hunter and today is my 200th birthday. If you're wondering why that's so special, it's because I am the first hunter in history to live that long. My grandmother came close; she was killed two months before her birthday. The only reason I'm happy to be that old is because I only look sixteen, if I looked that old I would most likely kill myself.
I'm only 4'9" but that helps with the killing, they all underestimate meā¦until they're dead. I have ebony hair that's cut short and spiked. Most of the girls have long hair that they put in buns or just leave down, but I loathe the way a bun makes me look and if my hair were longer it would get in the way. I look just like a normal person except that I don't were a dress, I were pants and that is not very ladylike. If I were to wear a dress it would be very difficult to fight. As a hunter I am very fast and strong. I can still get hurt, but I heal faster than a normal person.
There are many myths about vampires, so let me clear a few things up. They don't burn in the sun, in fact, you could be walking right next to one in the middle of the day and not even notice. They don't have fangs and their eyes aren't red, they stay the same color as when they were human. Vampires don't sleep in coffins, they don't sleep at all and steaks don't kill them. The only way to kill one is to decapitate it. I have a special knife made of vampire bones, that will slice through their skin like butter. The only way for a normal person to tell if someone is a vampire is if they see them feeding, but being a hunter gives me a sort of sixth sense. My blood smells sweeter than humans so it attracts vampires as well.
Vampires have been around since the beginning of time when Lucifer was cast out of heaven. He was angry and wanted to punish God, so he made demons that looked human. They lusted for blood and never aged, they could turn humans into one of them with just a bite. God saw what these creatures would do to the world and he made hunters to keep the vampires a bay.
I got bored with just killing them about 150 years ago. I only have one rule; if one of them makes me bleed then I get to have fun with them before I kill them. Some people might call this sadistic, but I call it revenge for all of my family that died at the hands of a vampire.
So, now, here I am at a pub celebrating. There are three vampires sitting at a table in the corner. I made sure my knife was still secured at my waist and got up to leave purposely walking by their table. Just like I thought, they followed me out and down the alley.
Stopping, I discreetly pulled the blade out and waited for them to catch up.
"She looks strong even though she's small, maybe we should take her back to Maria," one of them said.
"Let's just kill her now, she smells so good," said the other.
"She'd be a good addition to the army," the first commented.
"But-"
He didn't get a chance to finish, I spun around with the knife out, aimed directly at his neck. There was a sickening screeching sound as the blade sliced though his neck. The other two were stunned, but only for a second. I quickly jumped behind the them and cut through the first one's neck. Deciding to find out what they were talking about, I backed off. The fear was evident on the last vampire's face, so I knew he would go where he felt safe if I let him go.
"You have three seconds to be out of sight," I said in a low growl.
He took off immediately and I wasn't far behind, I wanted to know who this Maria was. After following him for a few hours, I was beginning to think he wasn't going to where ever she was. Just as I was about to give up and head home, I saw a light through the trees. Slowing to a stop, I heard shouts, growls, and cries of pain. Ever so slowly, I crept closer. As I got nearer to the building, I noticed that the windows were about fifty feet up. Climbing the closest tree, I looked into the window and couldn't believe what I saw.
