Prologue
I knew I was different. When I was little, I was the outsider in my family. My hair was an ash brown, while my sisters, Sophie, Claudia, and Ana's was an angelic blonde. My skin was a dark beige, while my sisters had beautiful, fair skin. Lets just say they were the beautiful ones and I was the ugly, plain one.
My sisters despised me. They wouldn't let me hold their hands, ask a question, and let my body touch them in any way. They'd push me, hit me, and my mom even allowed it. She didn't notice me, scarred and afraid. She_ an exact replica of them_ acted like she was so disgusted by me. It wasn't fair, she hadn't even gave me a chance and called me a mistake behind my back.
Worst of all, we hunted. We weren't your average run-in-the-mill family. We hunted things that went bump in the night. It was hard for me. Because when I was little, I was the innocent one. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting any creature. Let alone killing it. But they stripped the innocence in my soul and turned me into a person whose walls were to hard and too high to breakdown myself. But when I learned that my father wasn't the one I knew for 18 years, that was the last straw. Later that evening I got an acceptance to Princeton University. I was going to decline it to keep being in the family business, but that night I left nothing behind but a note. I worked at a diner in the outskirts of Jersey City. it was enough to payoff an apartment. One night ,I was walking home when I saw something. A strip club. Then it hit me. I could pay off my apartment at the strip club. I tried out for a job, and the next day, I got in.
This wasn't the way I would have liked earning money. But if a I had to do was take off my shirt to some horny guy just for 1 gran, then that's what I'll do. I payed off the expanse for Princeton and was studying for psychology. I really didn't have any friends except for Marie. We had been friends when we were little. Her father was a hunter and my mom and her dad put us together when they teamed up for hunting. We have each others backs but some times I feel alone, just so alone that no one is there for me. Who knew that would change?
PART ONE
Kara Carson opened her door with a sigh. Another day of stripping. At lest it payed for food on the table, and hot water in the shower. She could really need a hot shower right now.. or maybe a bath. She was tired as hell. School was painful as ever. She barely got A's in her class, and it was harder now that the manager at the strip club now made her do pole dancing. She wasn't the most graceful one when it came to dancing, nor was she in flexibility. She had been practicing it all night.
It was 2 am. Great. Another night with only 5 hours of sleep. She looked in the mirror, and saw bag coming under her eyes. she would go to bed again with an empty stomach. Then, she heard a bristle. It was coming from her bedroom. she knew even at the faintest sounds to pull out her gun strapped at her thigh. She clicked the safety off and slowly walked into the room. Then, before she could turn around, something grabbed her and pulled her to the ground. It was male. She could smell the musky scent on him. He pulled her down and tried to cover her mouth with a rag. But she kneed him in the crotch and got up and saw two green eyes. They looked too gentle to be on a man_ who from the technique_ that was a hunter. They looked... caring. That was her last thought before she got hit in the head with something hard and fell to the carpet, blacked out.