The Hunter (The Hunter series 1)

Rule of Hunters 1: Never fell in love with them.
Rule of Hunters 2: Never try to save one of them.
Rule of Hunters 3: Never get turned into one of them.
Rule of hunters 4: Always save humans by killing the vampires.
Rule of Hunters 5: Kill yourself if you become one of them.
Rule of Hunters 6: Never let them know that you are never weak.

Gabby has yet to find that her heart does not belong to her father's like she thought that it had. She found someone. She thought love was not real until the one day she leaves her safe home and comes to a lab full of idols. She gets the one vampire that catches her eyes a chance and that is where she had failed her father. She made the mistake of falling for him.

If only she knows the most important thing. Her life is changing faster than she can understand it. She makes all the right moves but does she make the right choices? Can she still be a Hunter after this? Can she even be called a vampire now?

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1. The Beginning

     "Your mission is to hunt and kill all bloodsuckers that walk this cursed earth. Even if I am to be one I want you to kill me and even the ones left in this house, where we are right this minute. I want you to take this," my dad handed me a homemade stake that looked crudely made. I saw him working on it earlier. It doesn't look like he finished working on it before this all happened, "and put it through my heart, right here, right now," He pointed to where his heart was. He took my hand placed the stake in it and placed it right over his heart, "to make sure I don't come back. I know that you're still learning but what I have told you will be important. But you and your journey and knowledge of what I taught you will go far beyond what you think about and what you know. I know that you will grow and you will live to tell many tales and you will be a better hunter then even myself can be. It has been written in one of my books up in my room. Don't let anything stand in your way. Gabby, I'm sorry that I can't be there for the rest of your life. Do not grieve my lost. More important things are happening now and they always will be. Now do it. Kill me or I will kill myself!" Those were the last things my dad said to me as he died, as I pushed the stake through his beating chest. He did not say 'I love you'. He did not say anything about remembering him when he is gone.

         It was midnight at the time, even though the stars were not there to comfort me as they were every night after and even some nights before that. The stars missing from the dark night sky seemed to match my mood. I was not happy about what was taking place. I was not happy about losing the one person in the world that I thought I could not live without. I did what my father asked for, though. I did not grieve him, of long, I just stood up holding the bloody stake in my hand and looked down at his body lying motionless on the floor in front of me. I knew that I was crying but I did my best to not have it show much. My face was covered with dirt and I had blood on my shirt and pants. I was covered head to toe with filth and sadness. My shirt was covered with some of my blood and some of my fathers. Lucky for me vampires do not bleed much. I looked at the floor with a haze over my eyes the stake clutched so tightly in my hands that I was amazed that I was not bleeding from my hand. I looked over at the vampire that stood in the doorway watching me. My eyes were still glazed over as though I was looking too far away to see anything that happened in front of me.
     The vampire. He watched me do it. He watched me kill my dad. He laughed at me until I put that stake through his stone, cold heart without a second thought or feeling in the world. I was already empty. I had lost the one thing I cared about at his hands, he was going to pay for it. He was still laughing at me until he saw that I wasn't holding the stake anymore. Then he looked down at his chest, saw it, then looked at me at what I have done to him. He reached out for me as if I could undo what I had just done, but I wasn't there, I wasn't in his sight, I was far away from that house, but still close enough to see him. I moved too fast for him. He was fearful and curious. Fearful for his life, and curious that a ten-year-old
girl killed him, where he thought that I had no training in the art of combat when he should have tried to get a better though about who he was trying to kill in the first place. It goes for everything. A lion will stalk it's prey until the time is right and by then he knows how it acts. A human who hunts death will watch for a pattern and be sure that everything he could do is not something that would be possible. I was hunting death my father had before me. I didn't cry over his death, over my father's death, death is a part of life as being born is part of life.  He said those words to me when I was ten years old. A ten-year-old should not have to go through what I have gone through but everything is different. Those few words are my life and my will to live. I was sad, very sad even if I looked blank with tears streaming down my face for the better part of a week. But no that I know, now that I know that even killing death will not bring him back to me I was, in a weird way, glad that I had killed him, glad that I had killed the beast that was in my home.
     I was born a hunter. I was trained to fight and kill. Not fight and injure, or even fight just of the hell of it. I was fifteen years old at the time of this history
when this whole thing started. And I will never forget what my dad said in his last minutes and his last breaths. But my mother left this world shortly after he had his leave of it, and I am all alone. In the time I had with my father he showed me a lot. I was not his daughter, I was his soldier. And he knew it too. He even said that to me more times than I can count. Other fathers told their little girls they love them, mine told me to fight harder. He taught me never trust a bloodsucker, always kill them, know who is alive and who is dead, he was so disappointed when he saw me last. From that moment in my life, I could not have a normal life. I could not go to school. I could not find a friend. I could not trust anyone. I killed everyone that I knew was one of them. I couldn't go out of my house because they were everywhere, even when the sun was up. That's how they fit in with normal humans they walk outside during the day. But I didn't run into them much. I am and always will be a night person. It is when most of them are out. Even though my life has changed from the course it was supposed to take I still hunt the bad ones even if tat means that I only kill them.
     I learned fast after that. The moment that I almost jumped headlong into trying to be normal and give up hunting to try and learn things at a school with other kids and play nicely I realized that I was not meant for that. I was not meant to be nice and play nice. I was mean to be mean and harsh and try to kill everything that is still living after death. I was meant to fight and kill. That is what was written in my blood. That was what I was supposed to be. I was not supposed to be a normal human being. It just was not right to give up this chance I had that was through my way from birth. It was my right to hunt and kill and not to be hunted. I walked outside in the middle of the day once ad only once. That was the last time I saw that old house of mine. The last time I saw anything that I would remember and left for good. And it all started with a note put on my door by people I had no clue what or who they were. I snatched the note off my white peeling door and started at the words. It said, "
Dear Gabby, I know that you are in there. In this old house that used to be yours. I know that you are questioning how I know you. But fear not I am one of the good guys. I want to help you with your preassigned destiny. Meet us at the old lab that is close to your house and we will pick you up from there. We need you. I will send someone there every day until you show even if that means telling us no." The note ends like that I looked up at my house once more before I go to this old lab that they were talking about.

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