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Chapter 1.

The forest was damp and quiet. The only sound was that of distant birds chirping.

I moved silently. The damp forest floor helped muffle my footsteps.

Carefully, I pull out my wooden dagger out of my waistband.

The vampire was walking with ease, clearly not aware of my presence. So I take this opportunity to strike. I aim directly under the left shoulder-blade, exactly where the hart is located.

I leap from the ground and land directly on his back. The dagger plunges right at the desired location.

Breaking thru smooth, creamy skin. Blood spills out, covering the wooden dagger.

He falls to the floor with me still on him. I flip him over just in time to hear him speak.

"Filthy… vermin…"

"Bloodsucking parasite." I say in return, my voice husky and cold as always.

His body already starts to mummify. The skin becoming yellow and flaky, the eyes flattening, the hair becoming hard and stubby.

That's one thing about vampires, when they're alive, they look beautiful and handsome… But as soon as you stab a dagger thru their hearts…they become rather… disgusting.

I smirked in satisfaction. Knowing what he last saw was a girl with pitch-black hair, high cheekbones, creamy-pale skin...but that wasn't what her preys pay attantion to. No, it was her eyes...Golden-yellow eyes. Merciless and cold. Eyes of a predator... Eyes of the Lone Wolf...

I look at the vampire's dead corpse... A rather creul smile playing at the edges my lips.

Vampires don't deserve to live. They're not normal. Witches, Shapeshifters and Werewolves they're normal. They were always there with us humans. But the Vampires, they aren't normal at all. They weren't even supposed to be alive. The witch Maya had been the first. She transformed herself into a bloodsucking monster. While the Witches, Shapeshifters and Werewolves were already born that way, they were couldn't help what they were. But Vampires were all made. They are monsters, they're not supposed to even exist…They are…unnatural…

Those parasites are what killed my family many times in the past… and I remember it all clearly, every single time they killed my family…As an awakened Old Soul, I remember every time my family died at the hands of the Vampires. But why? Why was it always them? Why did they always have to suffer? What did they do to those parasites that they always die?

I don't know, and I don't think I'll ever find out either. But this is why I hate them so much. Those veil creatures feed on innocent people and suck them dry, just because they can't control their bloodlust. Those things need to die and I'll be the one to wipe them out…even if that means being reincarnated more than a thousand times.

I have no problem with that. I've stared Death in the face many times before. Each time a more painful death than the last. Each time less afraid. And now, to me death means nothing… just something that needs to happen so the hunt can begin all over again… Death is just another chapter in my book…

I wipe my dagger clean on the vampire's clothes.

But yet...

My family...

In this life...

I can't remember anything about them...

All I can remember is that I was adopted by a foster family. Bacause my parents were murdered... For all I know, they were killed by other humans.

"Perish the thought." I hissed to myself.

And I start the 7 hours walk back home...

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I made it to the house of my foster family.

I look at my watch.

10:58 PM

Hmmm...

This could only go wrong...

Signing, I turn the door knob. Only to find it locked... Great...sign...

I search in my pockets for a bobby pin...found it.

I inserted the pin into the lock and made quick, accurate movements...

Click!

A smile tugged at the egdes of my lips.

I slowy open the door.

It was dark inside.

Did they already go to sleep?

No. Impossible...

They always grew worried when I'm not home by 9 o'clock.

It's been an hour and fifty-eight minutes since then...

Instincts took over, and instead of turning on the light, I went in.

Of course, if there are Vampires, they could see better in the dark.

But if I turn on the light, I'll give away my position immediatly...Something I'm not willing to risk.

I stop at the middle of the Living Room.

I turn my head to the right for no particular reason.

I vageuly notice that I'm standing parallel with the T.V, what I do notice is my Golden-yellow eyes...They were reflecting light...Just like those of a dog...or a wolf...

I stay there, looking at the T.V screen that was showing me the image of a Familiar Stranger...it was me...yet it wasn't me...

Her eyes were throwing out light and yet they were dark...Cold and Merciless, Eyes of a predator...This is how they knew...This is who they named The Lone Wolf...

These were the eyes that my-her victims last saw...now I realised why they were always so mesmerized...

I stood there staring at her/me.

Suddenly I heard a loud sound out of the kitchen.

I ran towards the sound, only to find Whisky...Our housecat...

"Damn cat." I said.

Whisky hissed in return, he stalked away, tail up high and proud.

I sticked my tongue out at him.................................................................................childish much?

I listen to try and get a read on anything else that was breathing.

There was nobody besides me and that Psyhco-tic cat named Whisky...stupid cat...

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Okay this is the end of the Chapter.

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