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It's been years. I'm not the little girl I used to be. I've been training hard at night and even harder during the day. Training. All training. Training to protect myself. Training to protect others. Training to survive. My nights were long but my days were longer. I learned every fighting technique that you could imagine then I drilled that technique until it was ground into my brain. Then I trained those techniques with weights to help make me faster. I worked hard every day. I knew what I had to do, I had to avenge my family. I had to make up for everything that has happened. I had to make them proud of me.

I sat one night with Mitchel at the dining room table eating dinner, he was very old now, he couldn't move the way he used to and I was his only protection against the evil that took the lives of my entire family. All I had left now was him, and I would do anything I had to just to protect him. I still remember the headlines from days after the massacre.

248 PEOPLE SAVIGLY MURDERED ON CELEBRATORY BOAT TRIP

There were 250 people on that boat, and Mitchel and I were the only ones that had survived. I should have died there. Died with my family. My entire family, but Mitchel had saved me, and all that matter now was the two of us.

I went to sleep early that night; I was exhausted from training today. I had been practicing compulsion on some of the people at the gym I went to, and doing that not only tied me mentally but physically. I slid my silver stake under my pillow and laid my head down on top of it. I blacked out the second I closed my eyes.

I awoke to a pressure on my body, before I could realize that was happening there were hands secured around my neck. My eyes snapped open and I realized that I was under attack. My hand slid under the pillow taking hold of the silver stake. I smiled slightly at the tingling sensation from the silver reacting to my more dominant than normal moroi traits.

I had a slight advantage here, I was underneath and his position left his chest exposed. I pulled the stake from underneath the pillow and shoved it straight into his heart, pushing his body off of me so I wouldn't be crushed. I saw a shadow do by the open door to my bedroom, where is Mitchel? I could sense the presence of another strigoi. I silently walked up to the door and just as another strigoi, a woman this time, walked by I sprang out of the room and gave her me specialty right hook and shoved her up against the wall while she was still disoriented, I quickly stabbed the stake into her chest hitting her heart perfectly. She slumped against me and I let her body drop to the floor.

Now I'll have to get someone out here to clean this up, I thought to myself. Wait where's Mitchel? I ran into the living room to see the door kicked in and Mitchel lying on the ground, laying in a puddle of blood.

I ran to his body quickly checking for a pulse, but I found nothing. I looked down at this man's face. He was the only person that I love and he's gone, forever. I had always knew that I would take out my anger on strigoi to revenge my family, but in this moment I swore to myself that every strigoi I ever encountered knowingly would find death at my hand.