While I was only twenty, I somehow felt older, much older.
I had been forced to grow up quickly and had not only
witnessed but partook in acts that would make a grown man
cry out with fear.
I was raised a hunter, a warrior, from the time I was a young
girl. My father came from a long line of hunters, Vampire
hunters. My family had hunted them for centuries it
seemed, it was in my blood and I was trained to kill, trained
to protect. By the time I was nine I could shoot a ten inch
target from over 50 meters away and throw a knife with perfect ease. I was trained by my father in martial arts and
could easily take down an individual twice my size. No one
had beaten me in a fight, though many had tried.