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Introduction
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For years and years now, my family has hunted and destroyed vampires. We are the Piccirillos. We have passed down, from generation to generation, the skill of vampire hunting. Only recently have I joined the family business. My dad always said I had potential and I always laughed. I shouldn???t worry myself with that just yet. I mean I was little of course. I didn???t want to run off and kill. Most kids wouldn???t do this in their wildest dreams, but I???ve never been a normal kid. My name is Fawn but don???t let that deceive you. I can and will hunt down any threat that stands in my way. But let me take you back, back to when I wasn???t sure of myself and my new skills. Back a few years or is it months? I haven???t been able to keep track lately??? I mean with the entire vampire hunting.
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My stomach twisted wildly as I stood in the pouring rain. My maroon sweatshirt plastered to my frame as I stood by a tree. I held my new bow with an arrow in reach so if need be I could knock an arrow quickly and be ready to shoot. I was positioned here on purpose I was helping her brother, Drake, with an awfully hard vampire to catch. He had been hunting her down for weeks now. Every time he was close the vampire would turn and get away only leaving a scratch on his arm to remind him of her.
I shifted my weight from my right leg to my left as I watched for them. The clearing was empty and silent except for the tapping of the rain. Then I heard it a soft beat that sounded like footsteps along with another that were a bit louder and clumsier. They broke into the clearing with little sound, my eyes were wary in the dark. Drake was watching her, his eyes never leaving her, watching her every move. Then I saw it the look in her eyes the seemed to signal the fact that an idea had clicked in her brain. She advanced toward him and the uneasy feeling in my stomach worsened. I knocked the arrow and waited I was now aimed perfectly at her. She let out a laugh that turned out more like a growl.