Chapter One
It was a spring evening and I was checking up on a new lead. My source (meaning my Uncle) told me that young women were disappearing at an alarming rate in the next neighborhood. The answer was simple and we all knew what it was, a third class vampire.
"Come out Come out where ever you are." I whispered in a threatening voice making sure that the vermin could smell my scent.
There was movement at the end of the alleyway. My senses sharpened and I smelled him before he appeared. Blood smells very strong when a Vamp has just been drinkin and this guy must have left his victim alive to come and meet me.
He was dressed as a homeless man with whippy black hair and blood shot eyes.
"Excuse me Ms. Can you help me I lost my way."
In answer, I swiped at his throat and it exploded with the new blood he just swallowed. He however quickly turned to ash, blood and all.
"What a waste of my time." I groaned as I killed the victim as she gasped for air. Her eyes looked at me in horror but then they turned grey and cold, no sparkle, no light. I remember my mothers green eyes doing the same thing.
My cell buzzed in my pocket.
"Did you finish him?"
"Yeah, a stupid third. What was the point of it Uncle Will?"
"It was something that was bothering Kat."
Everything bothers Kat "I am on my way home." I snapped the phone shut.
Before I left the dust pile, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pure black feather. The raven feather looked darker against the ashes of a bloodsucking creature that was hunted for years. I didn't care about looks though. I was called The Raven, the bringer of death in the vampire world but in reality my name was Jordan, Jordan Shay.
At midnight I arrived in the front of my house in my black corvette. The Victorian mansion was from the adults jobs as the secretaries of big companies and all sorts. They leave the vampire hunting to the kids and teens. But my uncle is the head of the clan and that's a spot everybody in my family wants, he has to choose between me and Kat to be his successor but that won't happen till many years to come. The first thing that I saw once I entered the place I called hell was, my reflection. I looked hawkish and bored. My straight brown hair with its black highlights looked as though I flat ironed it all day. My bangs ending at my eyebrows. My electric green eyes still had its angry flare. My mask that hides my identity was around my neck, it had a silver lining of a raven's beak on the front. My brown trenchcoat was clean meaning a quick job. My black boots and pants however were slightly dirty. From my other pocket I pulled out the knife I used to kill the filthy third. It was a wooden blade, the only thing that can kill a vampire. If Kat would do her training right she could kill a pureblood with just a pencil. Not even a speck of blood on the blade, the swiftest job I have ever done.
I went upstairs, passing portraits and living family members that don't really talk to me. Good, they must can tell that I am not in a good mood. I looked at the portraits of my bloodline. All were Vampire Hunters that made a difference in the family. My mom had retired a year before I was born so her little brother got the head job, my mother married out of the clan making my grandfather angry. I never meet the old dude. We all live in the mansion making all the vampire hunters train at the dojo. I walked pass it hearing the cries of kids hitting a plastic dummy with wooden weapons, Kat was with them showing them the moves and how to do it. I rolled my eyes and walked on. I was one of the youngest vampire hunters but I was also the best out of my year. I then noticed my mother's portrait right next to my uncle's office. I looked at the ground as I passed, seeing my reflection was good enough.
I knocked on the office door and I got as a reply "What took you so long?" I walked in to my uncle sitting at his desk looking at his computer and papers. He looked old and somewhat washed out. His jet black hair entered into his electric green eyes. My uncle was only in his early thirties.
Before I could reply Kat entered looking sweaty and tired. Her jet black hair was just like her fathers but she didn't inherit the electric green eyes but got ocean blue. "You called for me Dad?" asked Kat sitting down at the chair in front of his desk.
As my uncle continued to look at his papers I pulled down the picture of my grandmother and slowly a keypad showed, I started to punch in the code.
"How swift!" demanded my Uncle.
"Not even a speck of blood on the blade." I replied as I typed in the enter key. My uncles bookshelves then disappeared and a line up of weapons appeared. My cousin looked amazed, only I and my uncle can open the vault but Kat had never seen the inside.
Most of the weapons were wood based. A wooden Japanese sword, wooden knifes. There were a section of silver guns with silver bullets and knifes and such for werewolves. Then one iron knife for stupid witches.
As I pulled out the wooden knife I used tonight my uncle smiled and said in praise "Great job Jordan and you were late because you took your time cleaning the evidence and left your marker and killed all witnesses."
"Or course, what kind of vamp killer will I be if I was caught." I replied, Kat looked very confused. "Why am I here again if you're going to congratulate Jordan."
"Oh." Said my uncle remembering his daughter. "Soon you're going to be in a mission. We suspect a pure blood at some club that takes girls to the near by alley."
"What is it with Vamps and Alleys Uncle Will?" I asked out of the blue. "The one I killed tonight was eating in an alley and he was a completely different class."
"A lot of our people are noticing that too Jordan, and not just this clan. The Norton clan has noticed as well."
"What do I need to do in this mission?" asked Kat in a cool voice. I was scared on my first mission too.
"You're the diversion. You lure the vamp to the alley then we snatch him. If he hurts you we won't waste our time on an interrogation." Said my Uncle in a strong voice.
I gasped "But it's a PUREBLOOD!!!!! If we just kill him we wont know where the nest is, the last one we caught would have rather died then tell us." I said in anger.
"If he hurts my daughter Jordan he dies end of the discussion."
I huffed then lifted my grandmother's picture back making the weapons disappear.
"You see Kat." Continued my Uncle back to his praising voice. "You need to learn from Jordan. She debates, she negotiates and kills when it's the last thing available or an order. She truly deserves the title The Raven." Kat huffed and said "yes, but I make my own reasons to fight. I like having my free will."
"In this job you don't have free will, especially when you might be chosen to be head of the clan." I said in an unemotional voice. Kat looked at me for a minute then looked down at her sweaty feet.
"Why did I waste my time tonight Kat?" I asked coolly, my uncle backed away. I guess I had my vibe going. I was leaning on the right side of Kats chair waiting for her reply.
"To kill a Third class Vampire from my request." Replied Kat still looking at her feet.
"Well, Instead of sending me to filthy thirds why don't you send me to pure bloods or even middle class vamps?"
"Because what that third was doing was terrible." Said my cousin looking up at me.
"TERRIBLE!!! WHAT THIRDS DO IS IRRELEVENT TO US!!! YOU THINK THAT THIRDS DO TERRIBLE THINGS!?! YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT A PURE BLOOD DOES TO ITS PREY!!"
"Jordan."
I swooped down to her ear in my anger and whispered "They first break the leg of their victim so it won't run away."
"Ray."
"Then they break your collar bone so you can't move at all. Then they swoop down and…'
"RAVEN!!!" My uncle roared standing up.
"What!?! I am telling the truth." I replied but then I heard a wail from Kat. I swooped down again. "Oh that's right you've never seen a pure blood killing. You never saw how Angela died did you?? I did and let's just say, he had fun before he killed her in front of me."
My cousin looked at me with very sad tear filled eyes. I sighed then said in a very calm voice "Next time you think about thirds being terrible think about your sister's body at the morgue and how she looked when you saw her." With that I left for my room.
This is how I was, this is how I got to the top. Not by yelling at my family but for telling the truth. I wasn't in trouble, I was going to be praised about this. Kat let her emotions get the best of her and so did my Uncle. I feel bad but I won't admit it to anyone. I have no feeling; I have no thoughts, just my desire to kill vampires.