Your Pov
"But why do I have to go mom?! I'm 16 years old, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself." I told my mother as I was packing up my clothes in my large cheetah print suitcase.
"Because sweetie,I'm going to be gone for quite some time and I don't want you to be lonely here all by yourself, besides, you might make some new friends at Cross academy." She said smiling and running her fingers threw my waist length ebony curly hair like she always did when I was younger.
"But I don't want to make friends, I want to stay here and be home taught by you. Why do you always have to go on these missions anyways? Since I've become a teenager, you always have to leave more frequently, and I'm always either by myself or with some family member that I don't know, can't they have some other Vampire Hunter do it?" I folded my arms and pouted like a two year old.
My mother got down on her knees and pulled me into a hug.
"I'm sorry it has to be this way sweetie, but this was what I was raised to do, it's in our family, and it always will be, if Vampire Hunters didn't exist, then we humans would be in serious trouble. It's our family's fate to be Vampire Hunters." She said while stroking my hair.
A lone tear slipped out of my eye and I pushed away from my mother.
"It isn't my fate." I said while looking her in the eyes.
"What?" She asked while slightly glaring at me.
" It's. Not. My. Fate." I said glaring back at her, my hazel eyes full of defiance. "I'm done with this training and anything else that has to do with vampire hunting." I said while turning my back to my mother and folding my arms.
I heard my mother standing up behind me, I slightly turned my head to look at her, and mother turned around and look at me as well.
"Your father would be very disappointed in you kaori." Is all she said before she walked out.
My heart skipped a beat and my eyes watered, painful memories flashed before my eyes,a snowy night, a monster with crimson red eyes and horrific sharp fangs, my father screaming at me to run away. I stood up and slammed my door shut and locked it, then I ran to my bed and laid down, I looked at the picture on my night stand, it was of me and my father, I broke down and cried silently, all night I cried, wishing that my father was here to comfort me, to tell me everything will be alright, but the truth of reality is, he's never coming back, and I shall never see him again.
