As I left the cemetery, I felt a pull. A pull that I have never been able to explain. It was almost as if the wind was guiding me, telling me where to go. I felt like Pocahontas at the end of the movie as she let the wind guide her to save John Smith. I got into my car and let it guide me.

The next thing I knew, I was in downtown Phoenix. I got out of my car and just went. To where I was going, I still wasn't sure, but I went where I was being pulled.

I turned down a street I would never have ever travelled down. It was an old, run-down street in the heart of the city. The paint was peeling off of buildings. Neon signs were half-lit. People were sitting on porches stunned by the sight of me, an outsider to their small world.

Finally, I stopped in front of an old shop. The wind disappeared.

"Ya know...In Pocahontas, the wind would have given her a little more help! Am I supposed to go into the shop?" I couldn't believe myself. Who was I talking to?

Nothing.

"Thanks. Your a great help! Next time I need directions, I'll ask you." People on the street were looking at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was crazy. Maybe I imagined what just happened.

That thought was quickly dismissed. One last gust of wind blew me right into the door of the shop. My face slammed against the glass of the door.

"That's gonna leave a mark." I turned to the direction of the wind. "That was subtle"

I rubbed my cheek. "That's the last time I ask anyone for a hint."

As I stepped through the door, I was sure I had walked into the wrong shop. I was greeted by shelves of books and bottles. As I examined the books and bottles, I noticed that thy weren't ordinary. This was a shop about the supernatural. This was the kind of place where people came to learn about werewolves, witches and palm reading. I was almost positive that I was in the wrong shop. I turned to walk out.

As I turned, a glint caught my eye. The glint came from a blade, not just any blade, but a dagger. It was the most exquisite dagger I had ever seen in my life. It was only about 7 inches long. The entire blade was covered in detailed engravings. The handle was a darker metal with strange letters carved into it. The letter appeared to be an S. Just like the scar that stayed on my back. Why would something so strange catch my attention?

Next to the blade, there was a pendant. The pendant was the size of a nickel and was made of glass. This was the kind of pendant that had something put into it. The pendant was on a long metal necklace that would hang at the level of my heart.

"Ahh. The dagger of Sladen."

I spun around so fast, I had to regain my footing to avoid falling over. Facing me was a stoic, older man. His face had been withered with time, but it still had a certain softness to it. His skin was darker. He appeared to be an American Indian.

"Excuse me?" I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Do you like scary stories? I know one that will terrify most people." I nodded. What did I have to lose?

"They say that there are things that walk among us that should never exist. They defy human nature. They live off of the very thing that sustains our life. Blood."

I had to interrupt. "Woah...Slow down. Do you mean to tell me that there are such things as vampires?"

"Yes. They say that there has been someone marked by a tragic past. This is the person that will destroy the evil ones."

"Mark? What kind of mark?" I thought of the mark on my back. Could it be the same? I don't know if I would qualify for a tragic past. Besides, my parents weren't killed by vampires.

"An 'S'. On the lower back. Why?" He seemed to know something I didn't.

"I think..." It was me. I had been marked. "But I have nothing to do with vampires. My parents were killed when I was young, but that has nothing to do with vampires."

"Let me see the mark." I turned around and showed him the scar I had kept secret from anyone else. "When were you marked? Was it the night your parents were killed?" He was almost smiling. What kind of person would smile at the thought of a girls dead parents?

"Yes. How did you know?"

"Your parents were killed by a vampire. They can be so cruel."

"That can't be true. It was nothing more than a random killing."

"Were your parents stabbed? Chances are not. Were your parents covered in blood when they died? When an autopsy was preformed, was there any blood in their systems? Did the police ever find the killer?"

Images and sounds flashed through my mind.

I was cowering behind the sofa. I went to look for my mother. She was covered in blood. So was my father. Another flash. The examiner was telling Renee that there hadn't been any blood in either of my parents systems.

"No. Mom. Dad." I couldn't help it. He was right. And we both knew it. "It can't be."

"It can and it is. You are the chosen one. You are the one to destroy the evil."

I was in tears. "I can't. I'm not strong enough." I said through sobs. I didn't have the strength to fight.

"You will learn. You can be trained," he said.

"I can't. What happens if I don't want to accept my destiny? What happens?"

"It is your choice. No one can make the decision but you."

Is this what I wanted? Could I ever be strong enough?

"You have time to decide," he said. "You don't have to choose now."

"I'll need a few days."

"When you are ready, come back and I will help you."

"Thanks." I turned around and left. As I passed through the door, I remembered what had brought me there. Was it really my destiny? Could I ever be strong enough? All I could think of were the images of my parents on the floor. I had said that I wanted revenge. This was my opportunity.