I checked my reflection for the last time in my bedroom mirror. My reflection  scowled at me. My face was caked in make-up, with my black eye-liner and mascara and my blood-red lipstick, I looked like a true goth (which I was.) My midnight-black hair hung loosely, barely touching my shoulders. My teal-blue eyes with an inside ring of hazel regarded me coolly. I poked my tongue out at myself, showing the blood-red stud that pierced my tongue. I looked good with my tight fitting skinny jeans and tee. I looked dangerous. I was ready.

  I looked round my room. It was not so ready. My Twilight themed quilt was scrunched up at the bottom of my bed, revealing odd socks and crumbs under the sheets. Make-up was clustered all over my desk which held my smudged mirror. There was hairs all over the wooden floor and the culprit, my miniature (pitch black) Jack Russell pup, Tyson was curled up comfortably on my black bean bag. The window sill was crowded with photos and drawings. One photo was of Jason and I.

  Jason, I thought. I swallowed and took a few deep breaths. Every time I saw that picture I welled up. It was taken a few months before the kidnapping and we both looked ridiculously happy.

  I ran down the stairs grabbing my bag, eager to get away. “Mum! I’m going!” I Yelled. “Okay Hannah, have fun!” Mum yelled back as I ran out the front door. I grabbed my bike and cycled to my best friend Leah’s house.

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“Okay Hannah, remember be careful and keep your senses open. There is said to be one camping out by the sea. Out of control. Had a major heart break sometime ago and now cant be tamed. Good luck!” Leah hugged me, her bronze curly hair flying messily around her, her grey eves sincere. She was a great friend and mentor, but also a witch. Yes. A witch. She was constantly saving my back, with her potions and white (good) magic. I’d be dead many times without her.

  “Bye!” I called to her, and left her house on foot.

I was meant to be on a sleepover with her, but I had business to do. You see, I was a vampire hunter. Ever since Jason, I had felt it my duty to wipe out vampires, with Leah’s back up. I had made a vow the day he died to wipe out the monsters that did it. It was my mission for life, and I was going to fulfil it.