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My name is Isabella Marie Swan and I am nineteen years old. Vampires have been around since the dawn of time. Every year they grow in strength, and as long as there were vampires, there have been vampire hunters, and they too have grown in strength. I am a generation twenty-five vampire hunter, its kind of a family business.

In the early 1300's, the beginning, there were ten vampire hunters. Thomas Smith, Jason DiAnglo, Matthew Cullen, Carol McCastor, Samuel Byrnes, Jackson Dawson, Ronald Early, Daniel Cross, Edward Mason and Elizabeth Swan. Every hunter would choose one of their children to become a vampire hunter, but as time went on the ten vampire hunters slowly depleated. Now only six remain, Alexander Smith, Alice DiAngelo, Jacob McCastor, Ellen Byrnes, Edward Mason XXV, and myself.

In 1663 a man named Carlise Cullen, a generation nine hunter, went out with seven other men in the city of London to kill some rouge vampires, he was never heard of again. In 1737, William Cross, a generation twelve hunter was killed by a newborn vampire who went on a rampage in Rome. In 1850, Jason Early, a generation fifteen hunter went after a coven of three vampires alone after they brutally killed his wife and three young children. In 1912 a man named Jack Dawson, a generation seventeen hunter went on a ship named the Titanic, to America, and died a tragic death when the ship went down in the North Atlantic Ocean.

Vampire hunters start training at the age of twelve and get thier first mission when they turn sixteen. Killing a vampire is very tricky business, first thing first, you have to have the right tools. We use either electric weapons or knives and swords made from unicorn horns. Thats right, unicorn horns. Unicorns are nearly extinct now, but there once was a surplus amount of them running about the earth.

Unicorn horns are one of the few things that can pierce a vampires skin, the other known things are vampire teeth and claws. In the very beginning vampires were what you hear in the stories, sleep in coffins, burn in the sunlight, and even "allergic to garlic", back when it was easier to kill vampires, but one day everything changed.


One dark, cold night a vampire smelled the sweetest scent while walking through a forest, being so entranced by this scent he immediately chased it down. A few short moments later he happened upon a clearing in which he saw a horse. Perplexed he wondered how horse's blood could hold so much appeal to him, how many times has he walked by farms with horses galloping about and not once had they smelled so delicious.

Putting it down to extreme thirst, he stalked towards the horse, only to stop dead in his tracks as the horse turned and revealed a unique trait. There stood the magestic animal, but what made it so unique was that there was a long pearly white horn adorning its head. The vampire stood in silence for a moment, wondering how on earth a unicorn could actually exist. 'Aren't they supposed to be a myth?' He thought to himself, 'Then again so weren't vampires and here I am.' Thirst taking over he decided to hunt the supposed mythical animal.

As he lunged for the unicorn, it let out a feral sounding neigh and stood on its back legs and plunged its horn into the vampire's hand. The vampire screamed in pain and stared at his hand, how had that happened? Not realy caring for his wound he jumped onto the unicorn's back and sank his fangs into the creature's neck. The unicorn fell to the ground as the vampire finished it off, not leaving a single drop of the mysterious, golden blood.

Soon after the vampire felt ill, felt as though he was going to faint. Feeling scared and voulnerable he hid out in an old abandoned warehouse. The vampire made his way to the back of the warehouse to hide out until he felt back to normal, before he could settle in he felt dizzy and fell to the floor. He watched in horror as the sun started to shine through the cracks in the roof, he tried to move to get into the darkness, but he couldn't.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the sunlight to hit him, to kill him. Then he felt it, he felt like he was burning alive, he screamed out in pain, not caring if anyone would hear. The burning lasted for what seemed like an eternity, he couldn't tell how long, every thought was consumed with blinding white pain.

Then he felt a shift in the pain, he could no loger feel it in his fingers or toes, he was all to greatful to have some relief, but that was soon washed away as the fire in his chest, right where his heart should be got impossibly hotter. He screamed and screamed for what seemed like centuries as the pain slowly receeded from his all over his body and rapidly got stronger in the spot on his chest.

He wished that he would just finished dying, he wondered how long it took for the sun to burn a vampire whole, though he knew the answer. He had seen multiple vampires burn up in the sun in only mere seconds, but was this pain so intense that it felt so prolonged? He screamed even louder as the pain got even hotter in his chest but was slightly glad it was gone from everywhere else. The fire in his chest burned hotter and hotter by the second then as if a switch of a light it ended.

At first he couldn't comprehend anything besides the fact that there was no more pain, but, he wondered, why did he not feel dead? His eyes fluttered open and he stared above in amazement. He could see everything so much more clearly, and he thought his vision was excellent before. He looked back at his memories of before the burning and looked like he was looking through a vail. He looked even further back to when he was human and felt like he was trying to see through mud.

He was stunned by his new, more clear vision, and wondered what else has been enhanced. He closed his eyes trying to concentrate, it was too much of a distraction, and he listened. He was surprised, he could hear heartbeats, well he could before, but only faint heartbeats if the person was in the room with him, but now he could hear the strong wet sound of pumping blood. At this sound his throat was set on fire, he gasped, this pain was a little too close to the burning feeling he felt before.

He wondered what this feeling meant, he found that he could smell everything. All of this was so much to take in, but he somehow knew he could process it all, like his mind had expanded and was able to focus on multiple things at once. The burning in his throat receeded, but it was still there, only to be brought to the forefront of his mind as he inhaled. He thought about that as the burning went on, he felt a sudden urge to follow the smell that caused his throat to explode in flames.

As soon as he thought that he was on his feet and heading towards the smell. He stopped dead in his tracks as he noticed the sun was shining bright above him. He fought internally with himself, should he risk his life to find that alluring scent or stay here and wait until sundown to find out what it was. He chose the latter and settled down in the darkest corner of the warehouse to sleep away the morning hours.

He groaned in frustration as he realized that he could not sleep, at all. After many fruitless atempts he decided to just sit and wait. After what seemed like an eternity the sun started to sink into the horrizon. He got up and streached but paused, something felt odd about the action, it almost was like he didn't get any relief from the action, it was completely unnecessary. Although he was still for hours, his body felt like he had just sat down and stood back up.

The burning in his throat had become unbearable and he went out to look for the scent that had caused the burn earlier. He recalled the scent perfectly, the smell making his throat burst into flames yet again. He walked outside, finding the scent easily and started after it. He was flying through the town, and he became confused, at the speed he was going everything should be a blur, but he could see every insignificant detail. He didn't wonder anymore about that because the trail led to a house and the scent was becoming too much of a distraction.

Without a second thought he bust open the door to the house, he could hear three seperate hearts beating. He followed the scent to a room where a adolescent girl was sleeping. He made his way to the sleeping girl and inhaled deeply, the burn he felt became impossibly worse.

Before he knew what he was doing he had sunk his teeth into the girl's throat and drank her dry, when he was finished with her he still wasn't satisfied. He followed the sound of the two other heartbeats and soon after had drained them of the delicious crimson liquid. On his way out he caught his reflection in the mirror, he noted that he no longer had fangs, but gasped in surprise at his crimson eyes.

He was baffled by all the changes that occoured while he was burning. He cound see everything, every tiny little detail. He could hear much better than before, and he could smell things he couldn't before, like the way the ground smelt. He found he no longer needed to breath and that he was strong even when he was hungry, instead of feeling weak and close to death he just felt a burning feeling in his throat.

He spent the whole night mulling over the changes that he didn't even noticed when the sun came up. He gasped in surprise as the light from the sun crept up on him as it rose higher in the sky. Frightend and remembering the burning he ran away from in only to come to a cliff wall. He looked to the left and right and realised that it went on for miles and even with his incredible new speed he wouldn't be able to make it around either side before the sun caught him.

He closed his eyes as the sun approached closer, acknowledging that it was his fate. He felt warm as the sun touched him not burning, confused he opened his eyes and gasped in wonder. The sun did not burn him anymore but seemed to reflect off his skin, like he was made of diamonds.

At least that's the story we were told. The vampire that first became stronger is still alive today, we have a treaty with him, as long as he stays inconspicuos we wont kill him. His name is Aro, Aro Volturi. As soon as we found that vampires could be killed using unicorn horns we hunted them down and killed them, harvesting thier horns to mold into weapons. Now, we use those weapons to kill any dangerous vampire out there, and let's face it, every vampire is dangerous.


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