Author's Note: I don't own any of Maggie Shayne character's or the like. I do own the other character's created for my story. Remeber I don't own Maggie Shayne character's. Well I hope you enjoy my fic and please review and tell me what you think when your done. Please!

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Chapter 1

I've hunted and I've killed for most of my existence. My prey is not what you may think it is. I hunt Vampires. Not all vampires mind you, only those that have become rogue and renegade. Those who have turned to their darker nature giving into their blood lust.

How I became the hunter that I am is a story that started over a millennia and a half ago. My life's journey however started in my clans village deep in the mountains on Japan. We were trained to defeat the demons of the time, although we were also trained in how to eliminate all types of demons our speciality was the vampire. Since the time a child could walk they were trained in both mental and physical skills.

That was why I was chosen for the task I was bestowed. Both my mental and physical abilities were the best my clan had ever seen. Part of the reason I had such power was because the Belladonna antigen ran through my veins. So in my 25th year of life I was turned. Some time before I was turned a spell was supposedly cast that allowed me to hold on to a few of my mortal traits. I can still walk in the sun, but only for so long before I start to feel sick and have to got out of the suns harmful reach. Another is that I have a slightly better pain tolerance then a regular vampire. Where it takes me two years before I feel the same amount of pain it takes a vampire one year. As well my strength and mental capabilities age twice as fast as that of a normal vampire. I can still eat mortal food but not that often and I can't have to much flavor.

For the first week or so of my new nature, my body seem to want to reject the nature of what I was becoming. I would go into sudden fits of convulsions for no reason. The convulsions at times became so violent that they had to put me in chains so I wouldn't hurt myself or anyone else around me for that matter. When I'd have calmed down they would try to see if I wanted something to eat. They tried mortal food, even some mortal blood. But every time it was spit back in there faces, I just couldn't stomach anything. Till my sire feed me from her veins again. Once the blood touched my lips, for the first time since I was turned every cell in my body seem to dance to life with awareness.

After that I could sustain myself outside of the confines that had held me for the first few weeks or so of my new life. Not to long after I learned that unlike vampires where they can drink almost any kind of blood if need be, I could only drink the blood of another vampire and that of a few chosen people. Although I only have to drink some about once a every couple of months or so. Although the real question that I still am asking is was it a spell or a curse that was placed on me before I was turned.

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"Mom get up or you'll be late for school," a females said from down a hall.

"I told you to wake me up a noon not 10:00," a grumbled voice said muffled by a pillow.

"It is noon Ma, and if it weren't summer break I wouldn't be waking you up," the female said now entering the room. In one of her hands she had a tall glass of water which she poured over her mother's head. A mess of black hair shot up from the pillow, now damp with the water from the glass that was poured on it.

"Dammit I told you not to do that anymore," the mother said, her tone all but happy.

"Well you also told me to get you up by any means necessary, and that seems to be the only way that works. Again you're lucky for summer break other wise you'd be late,"

"I know, I know but next time try something else," she said getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. Then she took a quick shower and pulled on a white tank-top and a pear of form fitting stone wash jeans. On her feet were a pair of flat white sandals. She then slid a pair of fabric gauntlets on her wrists. Quickly pulling a brush through her hair she ran through the house to the kitchen to pick up her bag that she slung over her shoulder and grabbed some toast for the road.

"Mia don't forget it may be summer but you still got work. "

"I know, I know you tell me this almost everyday. Now aren't you going to be late?" Mia asked pointing to a clock.

"Shit! See you later sweetie,"

"Yeah, yeah now get going Ma," Mia said looking at a computer screen as her mother left the house.