My name is Angel. When I was five my mother and I were walking home one day. We had been visiting a friend of hers and had stayed a little late. We were walking on a back road when a man came out of nowhere. He attacked my mother and bit her draining her of every drop of blood in her. I screamed when he dropped her lifeless body to the ground. This was a mistake because it caused him to notice me.

I started to run, but he caught me with inhuman speed. He was about to snap my neck when he burst into ash from the stake driven through his back. I stumbled forward when a man touched my shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded numbly and he continued. "My name's Trevor." He took my hand and led me home.

This was the beginning of my career as a vampire hunter. Trevor trained me and taught me how to recognize them. I killed my first vampire when I was twelve. Then a week before my father and I moved to Melas, Trevor was killed. This completely devastated me. My friend and mentor was dead.

When we moved, I started keeping a low profile afraid that what happened to Trevor would happen to me. After being in Melas High School for a month I got a note that simply read: We are the true hunters. It stated that the writer wanted to meet me at a house in a nice neighborhood. I figured that this was a trap, but this vampire knew who I was which meant that I was dead anyhow, and I figured that if I was going "out," I was going to go out with a bang.

I walked to the house at dusk watching the leaves of so many different colors as they fell from the trees. I sighed, I just knew that this would be the last time that I would be outside, the last time that I could see the beauty of nature. I sighed but raised my head. I would meet my fate bravely, as bravely as I could. I walked onto the porch and tried the knob. It was unlocked. I held my crossbow ahead of me and walked in. I couldn't see anything because of the darkness of the room. I walked in not turning on the light.

I found the couch and sat down. I laid my crossbow beside me and waited. I then felt something dripping on my hand. I leapt up and ran to the door turning on the light. I first looked at my hand shocked by the blood. Then, unwillingly I looked up.

I swallowed a scream. In front of me was the worst scene of carnage that I've ever seen. There was an entire family hanging from the ceiling even a child no older than five and a dog. The mere sight of the blood nearly made me sick. I had been trained to withstand a lot of horrible sites but nothing had ever prepared me for this. Then I heard a sound upstairs. I rushed to the couch. Before I got there, a man was in front of me blocking my way to my crossbow. The man was tall and muscular with black hair and blue-gray eyes. He backed me against the wall. "Hello Angel," he said with a charming smile.

"Get away from me," I said searching for a way out.

"That's not going to happen," he said. "You know why I'm here." He paused regarding me thoughtfully. "You know, I have killed ten hunters, including your precious Trevor." My eyes narrowed at the mention of my lost comrade's name, and I attacked him. He threw me to the ground.

"That was pathetic" he said. He then pulled me to my feet and leaned over

my neck. "I was hoping that this would be harder." I head-butted him and leaped away. Again I lunged for my crossbow, but he tackled me from behind. "Hmm, maybe it

will be."

I threw him off of me and faced him dropping into a fighting stance. I did a roundhouse knocking him onto his back. He stood and was behind me before I could move to defend myself. He took my arms and pinned them behind me.

"That was fun," he said. "But now it's over." He quickly bit down. I had been bitten before and all of the others had let me off easy not letting me feel the pain. This vampire did not. It wasn't actually the pain that made it so bad. It was the terror. The terror of giving up everything, my life.

He dropped me to the ground while I still had some life in me. He smiled as he coldly whispered: "We are the true hunters." He then walked to the door. I crawled to the couch and grabbed my crossbow. I shot him with it before he could leave.

"True hunters my foot," I muttered painfully. "Jerk." I picked up a pen and a piece of paper and began writing to leave my "legacy." The death of a real vampire hunter is always their end, unless I was to become one of them. I know that everyone will think that I'm insane but maybe someone will know that it's the truth. I'm beginning to feel tired, I know that I don't have much time left. in my agony I realize that it has to end this way. At least I was able to tell my story, even if you believe that's it is one- a story.