I am a girl who did no wrong
I am a woman who slept with Ghosts
I am a rock whose hands have appetites
I am a hunter who cannot kill
I am a mercenary with the French disease
I am a girl who lived among shadows
I am a woman who poisoned my enemies
I am a rock who refused to crumble
I am a cleric who trafficked in curses
I am a hawk or am I a dove
I am a girl who did little wrong
I am a lamb or am I a wolf
I am a thief who stole something sacred
I am a monster who let the child go
I am a dog with an unlikely past
I am the hunter who followed the coffin
I am a girl who did something wrong
I am the thorn or am I the rose
This poem was written many years ago by vampire who had the misfortune of being my prey. He told me that he wrote it about me, about the girl I had been, the woman I was, and the woman I would be. I do not know if he was telling the truth- I ripped his throat out after he told me. Perhaps it was the truth, for the words seem to fit. I was once an innocent girl who did nothing wrong, and now I am a hunter and a mercenary with the French disease of love. There are few regrets in my life. I both loathe and love what and who I am. This is my story, my life's tragic tale.
Chapter One
I was a girl who did no wrong.
I walked this side of God when I could.
I kept an angel in my pocket and a cross around my neck,
though I do not think it did me any good.
I was born to the name of Alessandra James. I had a good life, surrounded by those I loved and never wanting anything more than what I had. Perhaps that's why it was taken from me, I don't know for sure. I lost it all when I was sixteen. It had been Christmas Eve. I was living with my Grandmother, and my mother and my stepfather were visiting, along with some family friends and my baby brother. I had been upstairs with my boyfriend, Mathew, when I first heard my brother's screams. I remember running down the stairs, Mathew right behind me. I remember standing in horror as he ran to try and save my brother. I remember watching my brother's throat get ripped out. I remember watching my parents die. I remember tripping over my grandmother's dead body as I tried to reach Mathew. I remember watching his body crumple to the floor. I remember the creature who murdered them turn to me, with my loved ones' blood dripping from his mouth. I remember him reaching for me and his fangs piercing the side of my neck. I do not remember ever screaming, though I'm sure I did. But I know I didn't cry; I didn't know how, for I never had had a reason to before. I remember the way it felt to die. I remember waking up after that. I died than awoke. But I wasn't a vampire. I wasn't human either. Something had woken up inside of me, and I needed answers, and revenge. I learned more than I wanted to know when I got my answers. I eventually got my revenge years later. I found the vampire who had destroyed my life and tore my loved ones away from me. I remember the way it felt when I ripped his heart out. At that moment I understood: Alessandra James was dead. I was someone else, and that someone was a hunter. So I renamed myself, and embraced my new self and the life that accompanied it.
I am a woman who slept with Ghosts
I am a rock whose hands have appetites
I am a hunter who cannot kill
I am a mercenary with the French disease
I am a girl who lived among shadows
I am a woman who poisoned my enemies
I am a rock who refused to crumble
I am a cleric who trafficked in curses
I am a hawk or am I a dove
I am a girl who did little wrong
I am a lamb or am I a wolf
I am a thief who stole something sacred
I am a monster who let the child go
I am a dog with an unlikely past
I am the hunter who followed the coffin
I am a girl who did something wrong
I am the thorn or am I the rose
This poem was written many years ago by vampire who had the misfortune of being my prey. He told me that he wrote it about me, about the girl I had been, the woman I was, and the woman I would be. I do not know if he was telling the truth- I ripped his throat out after he told me. Perhaps it was the truth, for the words seem to fit. I was once an innocent girl who did nothing wrong, and now I am a hunter and a mercenary with the French disease of love. There are few regrets in my life. I both loathe and love what and who I am. This is my story, my life's tragic tale.
Chapter One
I was a girl who did no wrong.
I walked this side of God when I could.
I kept an angel in my pocket and a cross around my neck,
though I do not think it did me any good.
I was born to the name of Alessandra James. I had a good life, surrounded by those I loved and never wanting anything more than what I had. Perhaps that's why it was taken from me, I don't know for sure. I lost it all when I was sixteen. It had been Christmas Eve. I was living with my Grandmother, and my mother and my stepfather were visiting, along with some family friends and my baby brother. I had been upstairs with my boyfriend, Mathew, when I first heard my brother's screams. I remember running down the stairs, Mathew right behind me. I remember standing in horror as he ran to try and save my brother. I remember watching my brother's throat get ripped out. I remember watching my parents die. I remember tripping over my grandmother's dead body as I tried to reach Mathew. I remember watching his body crumple to the floor. I remember the creature who murdered them turn to me, with my loved ones' blood dripping from his mouth. I remember him reaching for me and his fangs piercing the side of my neck. I do not remember ever screaming, though I'm sure I did. But I know I didn't cry; I didn't know how, for I never had had a reason to before. I remember the way it felt to die. I remember waking up after that. I died than awoke. But I wasn't a vampire. I wasn't human either. Something had woken up inside of me, and I needed answers, and revenge. I learned more than I wanted to know when I got my answers. I eventually got my revenge years later. I found the vampire who had destroyed my life and tore my loved ones away from me. I remember the way it felt when I ripped his heart out. At that moment I understood: Alessandra James was dead. I was someone else, and that someone was a hunter. So I renamed myself, and embraced my new self and the life that accompanied it.