CHAPTER 1 ALL ABOUT JEMMA
It's 3 am at night I just got done killing some vampires and all soaked in blood You're probably wanna know who I am and where I come from my names Jemma Marie Jackson you can call me Jem for short I'm 18 and from Kansas I'm not really that interesting anyways so your probably wondering why the hell is a young girl out roaming the streets whose soaked in blood and just killed vampires? Truth is I'm a hunter no not the kind that hunts deers and crap I'm the type that hunts monsters the ones that are under your bed at night yeah those type I know it's hard to believe they exist but they do. So how did I find out about these monsters? You can thank my Dad and Mom for that see my Mom and Dad who's names are Elliot and Marie Jackson are hunters my dad saved my moms life on a hunt and my mom and dad became friends,fell in love, and had me I know it's really romantic eh? Well see the sad thing is my parents are not alive anymore so I guess that makes me an oraphan if you wanna call me that my mom died when I was two from a demon who killed her it broke my dads heart and my dad became a drunk so I pretty much had to teach myself how to do things and how to hunt after school everyday I would sit down and study books about monsters and how to kill them I'll admit my dad was there for me sometimes but only when he felt like it or if I needed help than one day I was home alone just in my room studying monsters I had a knock at my door for safety reasons I took a knife my dad gave me and put it in my pocket I was twelve at the time I went downstairs and opened the door and their was two police man are you Jemma? One of the police men asked me Yes I said to him the police man took off his hat and said we are here to inform you Miss Jemma that your dad has been in a accident and has died that was the moment I cried so hard for the first time in my life the police man than told me to go pack a bag and that they were going to take me to a foster home me being twelve didn't want to go to a foster home so I packed up a bag quickly with a gun and the knife my dad had given me and clothes and other things I needed for hunting and crawled out the window and ran never looking back. Ever since that day I've been on my own living in the streets and I don't mind it one bit. I travel by foot and bus and sometimes even hitchhike Although it's not the normal everyday life I'm thankful for it cause without living in the streets I wouldn't have met the amazing people in life or even saved them.
To Be Continued...