Prelude

A/N: Yep, it's back. I know, I'm a pain, but hey! Where's the fun in life if you can't have a little fun now and again, mmh?
At any rate, it's up by request by a friend, don't ask who, I have plans…*insert evil laughter and dramatic music here.*
Again, please, please, please be patient with me. I'm coming off an X-Men hype incurred by one of my other friends, so please excuse my lack of work, progress or otherwise noted creativity…I'm slow and I procrastinate a lot. Those of you who've read my stories before probably know this just a little too well by now.
Anyways, please review, standard policy applies (No update until I have three reviews or better.) I'll try to keep up on replies and updates (weekly if the reviewers are doing their jobs (please and thank you)) until then…a story awaits.

Bethany Hamilton

Blood.

It's the center of life for all living creatures. It gives the cells oxygen and nutrients, carrying away wastes and restoring the body's functions. Essentially, it is the very life of everything, from humanity, to even the smallest insect and bug.

Without it, there is no life.

Humans.

They have walked the earth for thousands of years. They have accomplished many feats within their short life spans and overcome many obstacles. They adapt and grow, evolve and think, analyzing and choosing between right and wrong. They've devised clever ways to evade the darkness of the night and dispel their fears.

But they are still prey.

My name is Bethany Isabelle Hamilton. Since I was seven, I have Hunted the same creatures Humanity will not acknowledge. I do so out of a need to find the answers to the questions that have plagued me since the murder of my family. I will not kill without reason, will not kill without information. I walk among the shadows and doubts, holding onto a fine line between wandering a path in the twilight and morning, and stepping over the border into midnight.

I am a solo Huntress, refusing to risk someone else's life for my own. Even then, there are many who have died on my account I have learned not to fear blood or death, or even the beings I hunt.

Instead, I have come to fear the parts of myself I have left behind and must now pick up again. This is my story, twisted as it, and it's time I told it.

A/N cont'd.: Okay, so, again, standard policy. Three reviews or more, and I update. Two reviews, and no update (unless I've had way too much sugar…but that's a 'special case' scenario, which we are not getting into).

Thanks everyone!

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