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Chapter One
~Mira~
It was quiet as I made my way through the train station. There was nearly no one there, which suited me just fine. My work here was finished, and I wanted to leave as soon as possible. I used a portion of my pay to buy a ticket at the booth. Taking my ticket, I sat on a bench to wait for the train. However, before long, I was up walking around again. I couldn't help it, I was always restless. I was never in one place for very long. Everywhere I went, I would do a few jobs, then move on. It was dangerous for a lone vampire hunter to stay in one location for too long. This was a lesson learned from experience. I paused for a moment, the flash of a memory going through my mind. I scrunched up my face, trying to banish it from my head. Despite my efforts, the memory flooded over me.
A beautiful, secluded home; a young girl with her parents and two brothers. The parents were laughing as the three children played.
Then the scene changed.
The girl was crying and calling for her parents. She was running through the house looking for them. She found them outside, lying in pools of their own blood. A few feet away from her parents, she found one of her brothers lying face down. She ran over to him, and saw that he was pale; as if he had been drained of blood. She began to shake violently when she realized what had happened; vampires. She heard screams from the other side of the house and chills went down her spine. She turned around and saw her remaining brother running towards her.
"Mira, hurry; run away!"
However, instead of running; she stood still in shock. She watched as a large figure appeared next to her brother. At this point, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. She watched the figure grab her brother by the neck, and slowly bite into his throat…
I snapped out of the memory as my heart was filled with a burning anger. My eyes suddenly stung with unshed tears; but I refused to let them fall. This was the reason I hunted vampires; so that what happened to me wouldn't happen to anyone else. The only reason I clung to my past was to hold onto my anger. It was the only thing I had left; this was my sole purpose, the only reason I had to keep living. I knew the dangers, I saw first-hand how everything could wrong. The death of my family was a result of this "job". I sometimes wondered if they would have been proud of me following in their footsteps, or concerned that it had completely consumed my life. Either way, it was too late to ask. The only difference between what I did, and what my parents did, was that I would never join a hunter association. I had never done well with taking orders, and I also partially blamed them for the death of my family. They didn't relocate us enough, that's why the vampire found us; and by that time, it was too late.
I looked up as I heard the train pull into the station. I stopped to grab my bag, then boarded the train. A slight smile crossed my face as I took my seat. I was predicting a lot of satisfaction from this trip. I was about to walk in on the mother load of vampires; I was headed to Cross Academy.