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I was brought up in to thinking they were the enemy. In order to ensure our survival, they had to die. That's how my mom died; ripped to shreds by these insane creatures. It caused my father to push my training even harder, and soon, I learned to be a killer- just like him. Even so, I could never make myself kill another living creature; even if they were supernatural. Seeing the light leave their eyes as their souls left their bodies... just the thought made me want to vomit. That's what made me different, despite my genes, I was not a hunter and I knew I never would be. But, my father didn't need to know that. My kindness would be my downfall, my enemy would become my family, and my family would become my killers. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
1. My Eighteenth Birthday
