Missions

It all happens so quickly, that in a matter of time, I´m clearing up the crime scene. I crouch down over the vampire, examining the man´s young face. He was a lone vampire, probably a new one too. I un-dagger him, putting my stake back into my belt, and retrieve my mobile phone. Time to spread the good news.

Dialing the one number I know off by heart, it takes less than a ring for my father to pick up.

"Dad, when are you coming home?" I ask, trying to control my urge to shout down the phone.

My dad, Jensen is a tall man of 40. He has short curly brown hair, a small beard and to me looks much like a cowboy. He even dresses like one most of the time; always the jeans and the shirt. Instead my dress is inspired by the many brave hunters I've met over the year. I dress more like them, not even trying to blend in with society… all the tight black leather. You get the picture.

My mum, who was called Alexis, would have been 38 if she was still alive. It´s been 10 years since she died, and I´m now 17 – my parents had me when they were still quite young. My mother was only 21 and my father 23. They had been in love since the moment in which they´d first met, when my dad was 19 and my mum 17. Amidst all the killing we do, my father still always makes time to tell me that story, of how they met.

My mother had been in the school corridor, carrying some books to her class. The load had been that heavy, that she had tripped onto the floor, landing on her knees, right in front of my father. He had instantly fallen to his knees to help her, helping her up and helping her recover her books. He had even carried the books for her to her lesson. Since then they'd got on. Soon they both moved out and in together. Then I came, and they were more in love than ever.

Then the vampires came, and a whole new world was served up for my father and I.

When she died, I think parts of my father died with her. But he has remained strong for me, and now we are both happy doing what we do. We often don´t talk about her. Though I´d die for details (as my only memory is of the night she died) I know he doesn´t want to talk about her.

I blush every time he compliments me, by saying "Your mother did that," or "You´re so much like your mother," or "Your mother had a necklace just like that one." I love her so much and I know that I will avenge her death and be as strong as she must´ve been.

"I told you Ronnie" my dad says. "The damn vampire nearly overpowered me yesterday, so I've had to call back-up. Jared says he'll be here tomorrow morning, as early as 7 so we'll be able to kill the bastard during the day," my father's tired voice drowns down the phone.

"Dad, you know you could have just called me." I say, with disappointment from missing out on the fun.

"Yes, because that's what fathers ask of their 17 year-old daughters. Besides, you already had that vampire in town on your mind –"

"Yes, but I took him out easily by myself," I interrupt him, stressing the 'by myself' part, "and I did it in under a minute! You'll be intrigued to find out how."

"Oh really? Intrigue me then," he says, laughing.

"Well you know. I acted and dressed like bait. His eyes couldn't get enough of me. But of course, by the time his arms were around my waist, my stake was across his heart," I respond coldly.

"Well, nice to know my training has served you well. Don't worry. Why do you want me home so quickly anyway?"

Shit. I haven't told him.

"Well…" I begin. How am I meant to say this? "Dad, you know that hunter we met last year, James, who had the real-cute son Kyle, my age?" I don't wait for him to respond and just continue. "Well, Kyle called me this morning to say that a whole coven, of at least five members has just rocked-up and camped in their town, and they don't believe they can take them out on their own. So they´re asking for our help."

"What?" my father, no longer tired and relaxed screams down the phone. "A whole coven?"

"Mmh" I mutter in agreement.

"Listen, you go down today, meet up with James and Kyle, tell them not to attack yet. We´ll need a large number of hunters for this. We can´t let any of the bastards escape. I'll talk to Jared, see if he can help. I'll meet you up there once the problem here is resolved."

"Sounds like a plan! Love you dad," I say.

"Love you too Ronnie. Look after yourself," he says, with a slight worry stuck in his throat.

I hang up, grab my keys and a few essentials I left by the door and jump into my Beetle, heading from Summerville to Monument, Oregon.