Prologue
When you're young you think you'll grow up to be famous. It never happens, you age and reminiscing is like heroin to old people. You laugh at how life just reeled you right back in. Maybe you'll laugh about it with someone you love and so you'll tell yourself that reality is so much better than the imaginings of a young girl. Or maybe you'll have settled. Maybe you'll marry a car salesman that dumped you at seventeen for a girl with much bigger tits. You'll have 2.4 kids and a dog called Sam.
Maybe.
All five foot two inches of me is a killing machine. I break bone with flicks of my finger tips, dust the deposit off and watch the calcium and phosphorus molecules sparkle as they fall. I'm a cheerleader. I spend most of my days off working at a café in town, my job is to train in the back. I get paid minimum wage. Forks is a tiny, quiet town on the Olympic Peninsula which just happens to be a hell mouth. Green land and grey skies all year round and a touch of blood red evil and black magic every once in awhile.
I was popular, pretty, one of the select few in high school. Then Carlisle, my watcher, came along. He was a twenty-eight year old man with crystal blue eyes and golden cream hair who was my finest conquest. We met at Joe's one evening when I was making a coffee at work. He got to know me and took my number. I giggled with my girlfriends at practise the night before he took me to dinner. He held out my chair and helped me order, speaking fluent French, of course. Then he told me I was a vampire slayer. I laughed. He laughed and we ate our meal in silence. Our waiter, a small time vamp, tried to kill me. I learnt my trade pretty fast in the kitchen with a wooden rolling pin.
So far, my life has been a contradiction. I'm five foot two but each pitch black night I walk around my little town and hunt for the unsavory. I leave my small white window open slightly and carry a stake. I am famous, much more than a little girl could ever predict. It's not so exciting. I'm hunted by evil. Every vampire knows my name. I'll never age, not until the last vampire leaves this earth. I'll never have children and never again will I love someone. Sometimes I want to kill myself, but I wouldn't even know how.
I might consider getting the dog.
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