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At the moment this will be rated T, but it will change M.

Summary - Ember Moon has been haunted by her dreams since she was a little girl. At the age of six, she dreamed of becoming close friends with a vampire called Gregory. Close to seventeen, her dreams become real. But she has a secret, she hunts vampires, not protect them.

PROLOGUE

Six years old

Ember sat at her desk drawing pictures from her dreams what she had been having for the past couple of weeks. There faces now become familiar, and in some strange way she felt like they we're family. At first she was scared, standing in the middle of complete strangers wearing funny looking clothing. It was strange that she met these people at night time, never in the day. She soon learned they were not like herself, a human, or mortal. They we're vampires.

It was strange for the little girl at the age of six dreaming of monsters that hide under the bed, but she had become close friends with a boy called Gregory. He always seemed to hold her close, she felt somewhat safe. His cold skin felt weird to her. Her pink skin looked more lively than his own.

Ever since she has had these dreams, her mother thought she was going mad. Her mother Doreen had sent her to hospitals time and time again, but Ember wasn't stupid, her mother wanted her daughter cured from this madness so in the future she will be married at the age off eighteen to a boy who she hates with a burning passion. Every hospital appointment, Ember said they were just dreams, and she told the doctors that she didn't have many friends, so she made them up. Lucky enough, the doctors believed her.

Eric South, his family were the richest people in the small town of Dawn Creek. They were hunters for the unknown, and all the towns folk worshiped the ground they walked on. To Ember, she knew her mother only wanted her to marry Eric was for the money, a single wife, who's husband died from strange bite marks, she needed some money support for the future. Mr. South agreed an arrange marriage, he said it will calm his son down a lot, even though he was six years older than her.

Her small hands scribbled roughly on a small colored pencil, her tongue sticking out the the sides of her mouth trying not to colour out of the lines. She drew a vampire with big head, eyes, a wide smile with two pointed fangs, it looked like one of Tim Burton's creations.

"Ember, sweety. Time for bed." Her mother said, walking in the room in a huff. She could tell that her mother was in a bad moon with her from dinner. She talked non stop about vampires, and the names and the red stone. The South family seemed so interested, they started writing down what she explained. Her mother tried to change the subject so many times, but Mr. South hushed her. They said something about a stone what kills vampires, and that I could be the missing link to find it. They both arranged to train Ember as a hunter, but her mother wasn't happy that her only daughter will be doing a 'man's work.'

Ember sighed in annoyance, throwing her black pencil on the table. It bounced of the old wood and onto the floor. Why must her mother ruin her moments time to relax and take her mind of the South family. Colouring and drawing was her way to escape her mothers wrath. She loves her mother, but she is hard work to impress her. Walking around with a couple of books on her head, which knife and fork was right to use in dinner. She hated it, dressing in dressed, talking posh. She hated it all, but she wanted her mother to be proud.

Ember walked to her bed, her mother running a brush threw her long black hair. Ember closed her eyes and relaxed, she loved to have her hair played with. She knew she would sleep straight away, she can dream of Gregory. Eric South wasn't her prince, Gregory was, even thought he wasn't real, only something her mind created.

"I can't believe you embarrassed me at dinner tonight. Talking non stop of monsters at the dinner table, how many times do I have to tell you, vampires don't exist-" Her mother ranted.

"I only want to help mommy. Keep people save from bad people. I.I only want to make you proud and daddy too." Ember mumbled.

"I know honey, but monsters are bedtime stories to keep children in bed. But, they way you talk you are starting to scare the village." Her mother huffed.

"I'm sorry ma'ma." Ember turned around, and looking her mother in the eye.

"Promise me you will never talk about monsters." Her mother asked.

"I promise." Ember lied.

Her mother smiled, and kissed her daughter on the head. Ember smiled, as she told a little white lie. Her mother pulled the sheets back and Ember dived under them. Pulling her teddy close to her chest. She closed her eyes, as she heard her mother leave the room, lights out. She looked out of the window, the night was calm and warm. she signed and closed her eyes.

Dream

The night was calm, the moon shining down on her as she stood on the cliff with the others. She looked around, as she saw bats fly above her head, and in a flash of light they turn into people. Well, vampires. A man in a long cloak faced the full moon as the comet slowly moved. Next to the man, there was a woman with funny bumpy hair, she wore a weird dress with a wired cape around her neck. Next to her was a little girl, probably the same age, she had long blond hair with flowers around her head. Next to her was a boy with dark hair, hair sticking all over the place and next to him was a tall boy, hair in hundreds of spikes. His eyes were red, weak and tired looking. He smiled and opened his arms. I ran into his arms, and held his cold body tight. I sighed as he pressed a kiss at the top of my mead.

"Where have you been?" He asked.

"Waiting for you silly." I giggled.

She listened as the man said some strange words, then a red beam of light hit the red stone. Some vampires cheered, moving closer to the man with the red stone. Gregory held me tight, as some red mist rise to our feet. "We will soon be human Ember." Gregory whispered as he held me more tight. I wrapped my small arms around his waist.

"VAMPIRES." A man shouted. Vampires screamed and ran to hide, some turning into bats to get away from the hunter. He rode towards us on a cart, a couple of horses pulling his alone. Crossed were set on fire, as more people ran behind him, holding stakes and sticks on fire. "Give me the stone." The hunter shouted. The lead vampire hissed, ran towards him and broke into a fight. Gregory took my small hands, and started to run, only to be knocked down. I hissed as I scraped my hands on the rocks. "Don't give it to him." Someone shouted. I watched as the stone was knocked out of the vampires hands, heading towards the end of the cliff. I ran to get it, but to be pushed over by someone. I heard someone shout my name, but all I could see was the dark waters below me.

Eleven Years Later

"Ember..." A voice shouted.

I groaned, as I sat up in my bed. I looked around my white room, as my mother stood with a mad look on her face. Her brows we're pulled into an angry frown, arms crossed over her chest as she tapped her foot onto the floor.

"We're running late. Hurry, the wedding's in two hours." She snapped.

I sighed, as I pulled the silk sheets away from my warm body. I walked towards the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and washing my body as fast as I could. It's been eleven years since I have been having the same dream, nothing changed only me dying. I have come to love Gregory more throughout the years, that my heart only belongs to him, not Eric South. Eleven years of fake smiling and telling Eric I loved him. It hurt, that I had to lie, but I can't let my mother down. It's like a curse, to be stuck with someone who I do not love. I loved the family, only as friends, I loved my job, going after vampires. But I only have witnessed bats, nothing more. I loved training, I hated hunters. They treated me different because I was a woman doing a 'mans job.'

After my quick shower, I quickly dried my self, and let my mother do my hair and makeup. After I am married, I will no longer be a hunter, only a wife. No more adventure for me. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my dark brown eyes staring back at me. All I see is a plane girl, with pale skin, long black hair with red highlights, rose lips and high cheekbones. I watched as my mother smiled happily as she brushed and curled my hair. She will be happy with the money I will have. She say's she loves me, but she loved money more. The dress was cream, strapless with plane heels. Nothing too wow. I rather wear something from the 80s like Madonna wore when she was young, it was more of my style, rock, punk and goth. But mother said I had to look classy.

"I leave you too your thoughts." My mother said, killing me on my head and rushed out of the room. I stared at my reflection. There was a knock at the door, and I went to answer it. I gasped as I saw Auntie Dottie. She gave me a smile, but a sad one.

"Auntie Dot, what are you doing here. Mom band you." I gasped as we hugged each other tightly.

"There is no time to explain. Hurry, we're leaving." She said.

I froze, leaving. "But I'm getting married."

"Do you love him?" Dottie asked.

"No." I replied truthfully.

"You know the only reason my sister is forcing you to marry is for the money. She never talks about you. We're moving to Scotland, but she doesn't know that. We can't leave you here, so come'on." Auntie Dottie said, I was shocked. She know I hated this life, she know I would miss them, as my mother never allows me to visit. She says that 'a rich woman never talks to the poor people.' I grabbed my passport, still wearing my dress and hurried. Lucky no one saw us leave. Uncle Bob and Tony was waiting in the car for us, they smiled as they saw me. I opened the car, and quickly got inside and ducked my head down.

"Happy your leaving kid." Uncle Bob asked with a laugh.

I smiled as I pulled Tony into a hug. "Very. Lets go."