If you ever asked her why she did it. She would probably hit you, or leave without saying a word. She always believed that what happened was their business and theirs only. But if you were the right person who she trusted, she would tell you the whole thing. She always starts it off with one very short sentence.
"She left.
My mother did I mean. I was four at the time, just learning how to spell my name and grip a sword correctly. If I can remember correctly, my father was drunk. They were arguing over me. Over what I was supposed to become. I was in her arms as she screamed at the top of her lungs at my father, who was half-conscious in his own throw up. They were in the living room, in our small one bedroom house. It was hidden in the woods, our closest neighbor was miles away from us.
My mother set me down on the wooden floor. I don't remember much of what happened next, only that she grabbed a suitcase she had set next to the front door, and she left me. She didn't say good bye, look back at me, say she loved me. She didn't do anything like that. It was painful, because I thought she went on a trip. I waited for the next three days for her to return while my father sobered up. It's hard to imagine your parent just running away from you without even sparing a glance at you.
After that, training began.
My father was the leader of the Fallen Angels. The most elite Vampaneze hunters known to man. They got the job done, whether it meant putting their lives on the line or someone elses. It didn't matter.
It started back in the late 1700's. Thomas Fire's wife was brutally murdered by a Vampaneze, by the name of Alexander. Thomas wanted to seek revenge, so he trained for years under the most brutal of men. He and these men hunted down Alexander and killed him. To make sure nothing ever happened like that again, Thomas and his mentors started a hunting group named the Fallen Angels. Thomas passed down his leadership to his son. Who passed it down to his son, and that's how it ended up being passed down to my father by my grandfather John Fire. Since my father never had any son's the next person to lead the generation of Fallen Angels was me.
It's a big responsibility which was hard for me to grasp at such a young age. Which is why I never really understood the training when it began when I turned five. My father started teaching me how to fight. I had to toughen up, lose my baby fat, become strong, in only a short period of time. I was almost heartless killer by the time I was eleven.
And that's only just the beginning."