Not Just a Normal Girl

I guess I would call myself normal, well normal for a person like me. I’m just the right mix of dark and eerie. I have black shaggy hair that falls across my eyes with purple streaks splayed throughout it. My clothes are normal too, well for the type of person I am. Usually my outfits consist of patterned jeans and band t-shirts from the local concert I went to. This would be normal right? Wrong, actually, the one thing that sets me apart from everybody else would be my “extra-curricular” activity.

Truth is my name is Kira, top vampire hunter in the city. Once school gets out for the afternoon, instead of going to the mall with friends I go home and take on an alias. I no longer have on the façade I have carefully built up around myself in public. Instead, I turn into the one thing I was trained for my whole entire life. A sleek black outfit, hunting guns tucked away within reaching distance, stronger than anyone would ever guess I could be.

I prowl the night, searching for new victims. Each day brings forth a new one that I get sent out to kill by my boss. Vampires are the scum of the earth, only sent forward to walk the nights. If I had it my way all of them would be abolished, but I know this dream is too large to ever come true. All vampires deserve to die for what they did to my father. I remember it as if it were yesterday…

“Kira run!,” my father yelled, fighting off the vampires.

“Dad, I can’t run, I don’t want to leave without you!”

“Just go! I promise I will catch up to you!” Guns out, poised and ready he shot steadily at these monsters, each of them falling to the ground, screaming in agony.

I did exactly what my father told me to do, and I ran and ran. I ran until I couldn’t run anymore, upon which I was found by a man. I knew he was like the monsters that my father was killing, but something was different.

“Don’t worry,” the vampire said, “I won’t hurt you. I want to help you.”

The rest was history as I remembered. The vampire, whose name I found out was Stefan, took me to a man’s house where I was raised. I quickly grew tired of the man’s antics so I left and joined up with a crew called “Bloody Daggers” to avenge my father’s death. Ever since that day I wanted to get payback for what them monsters did.

Tonight I had the job to kill a vampire named Stefan Night. The description of him sounded so normal for a vampire to have. He dresses like a human, acts like a human, and he can blend with the crowds as if he were a human. Many vampires tried the technique, but they couldn’t get it down. The reasons are quite simple really. To blend in with humans you have to be dull. Trust me, vampires are anything but dull. They are stunningly beautiful, perfect in every sense, how could they possibly blend in with society? I realized now, walking that Stefan Night was the very same vampire who saved me so long ago.

I walked down the street planning out my attack strategy. Somehow I had to get the Stefan alone so I could take him out. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a few girls with a dazed expression, definitely hypnotism by vampires. I followed them, being sure to keep my distance as they quietly walked into an alleyway. Hearing whimpers from the girls I pulled out my gun, about to shoot, but a hand covered my mouth and pulled me flush against a body.

“Say one word and you’re history my dear.” A cold voice said.

I could feel his cold hands against my throat, no breathing coming from his chest behind me; this man was a vampire. “Who are you?” I whispered, for once in my life having fear of this man behind me.

“You don’t know the voice of the very man who saved you so many years ago?”

I replied back; now know that this was Stefan, “Now I do, but that’s too bad, I still have to do what I was hired to.” As I went to pin Stefan to the ground by tripping him, he easily moved himself and I up to the roof.

“Would you really kill me after all that I’ve helped you with?”

“It’s my job…,” I mumbled, not knowing why I was feeling a twinge of regret about having to kill him.

“What exactly is your job now Kira?” Stefan said, cocking his head to the side.

“It’s my job… to kill and to abolish all vampires. Tonight, I’m supposed to be killing you.” I looked down in shame, awaiting my death.

“Why do you look down like this?” Stefan asked, tipping my chin up.

“I don’t want to kill you so just kill me instead; an eye for an eye, life for a life. If I don’t kill you when I go back to the housing I will be killed anyways for not murdering you!”

Stefan let me go, looking me straight in the eye saying, “Don’t go back then, come with me!”

“I can’t, they’ll hunt me down! Plus, why do you want me to leave with you? I just said I needed to kill you! Why would you want to help me?”

“I want to help you because you remind me of myself when I was young.”

“How do I remind you of yourself? Explain that, you’re a vampire, I’m a human! I hunt vampires, I hunt your kind! How do I remind you or yourself?!” I screeched, letting down every single guard I’ve built up against my emotions.

“All these facades you’ve built up around yourself, never once showing how you really feel or you pay the consequences. You think there’s only one way out and that’s to do as you’re told or you suffer. Let me tell you this Kira, there is more than one way out. You can always fight for your freedom.”

Stefan was saying all these words as if he knew; he wouldn’t be able to know would he? “Why should I trust you?” I asked.

“You did years ago when you were a child and had no reason to.”

I nodded, trying to make up my mind at what I wanted in my life. Do I want to decide my own fate or would I just let myself get stepped on and told what to do? “How will I hide with you? There can’t possibly be anything that I can do to cover my identity.”

“There always is, trust me. Kira, I would never cause you any harm. Please trust me.”

Stefan looked so trusting, so I then said, “Yes, of course.”

As I pulled my gun out that was concealed in my pants, Stefan’s eyes bugged out. “What are you doing Kira?”

“Doing my job. You’re the one who’s luring all those girls and killing them! You drink them dry and then repeat that the next day! I should’ve known from the beginning!”

Stefan’s eyes darkened and he smirked. “Well, I should give you more credit; you indeed are the top hunter.”

“Exactly, which why this has got to end.”

“In your dreams…”

Stefan leapt toward me and I did what came out of me from pure instinct. The gun trigger got pulled; Stefan screeched and tumbled on the ground. “Not so bad for a ‘normal’ girl right?”

A couple of shudders and Stefan went still, muttering, “Not bad at all…”

Truth is, after all of this, I’m not a normal girl. I’m Kira, legendary vampire hunter of the night, ridding the world of all its mistakes and wrong doings.

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