A/N: Some people may notice that this is extremely similar to an old story posted on this account, this is because I decided to rewrite the story, because frankly, I didn't really like it. It's the same story with some differences and written better. I have also posted this as M rated, this is because I'm not exactly sure how violent it will be or what kind of language will be used in future chapters. That being said, I hope you enjoy it.

A Hunters Weapon: Chapter 1

The cold chains around Kirsty's wrists made her shiver. Each cut, although shallow, made wish she was dead. She felt her warm blood drip from the bottom of her neck. Her previously frizzy brown hair was clinging to her from the sweat drenching her face. Her dark brown eyes drifted over the body of her cousin, Kane. His face was full of despair. She wanted to tell him it was okay, it wasn't his fault, but her throat was to sore and dry from screaming. The knife cut her stomach. The cuts were getting deeper and she knew what was soon to come. She was going to die. She was too young for to die. She was only 16. Another cut, she tried to scream, but she couldn't. Her eyes met Kane's, she felt sorry for him. She was going to die, but he had to live with seeing it for ever.

She heard someone enter the room. She tried to lift her head to look, but she didn't have the energy. This must be their leader; this was who would kill her.

"Kirsty!" She heard a scream and her door slam open, awaking her. She reached under her pillow and felt she cold rubbery handle of a knife in her hand. She throws the knife at the figure praying it hits.

"What the hell did you do that for?" She here's a familiar voice say. Her bedroom lights turn on, blinding her for a second. The figure before her was Kane.

"Oh god," Kirsty gasped as she saw the knife sticking out of Kane's stomach.

"It's cool," Kane smiled and pulled the knife out, "knives can't hurt me."

Kirsty knew that he was just putting on a brave face. Although it was true that Kane couldn't be killed with a knife, it still would have hurt. Kirsty wasn't exactly sure why Kane was the way he was, he didn't like to talk about it. All she knew was that a year ago, while her mother, uncle and Kane were hunting a group of demons Kane and his dad were both trapped by a group of demon. The demons had killed both Kane and his father, but Kane was brought back as some kind of demon. Apparently the breed of demon was called a Psychira, demons with psychic powers that were either born or turned when a human died a particularly horrifying death, generally being murdered. Kirsty had tried to learn more about the race but she didn't want to upset Kane by talking about it and her mother always got angry when she asked. Her mother was like that though, after Kane changed she became cold around him, like he could snap at any minute and kill everyone, but as far as Kirsty knew Psychira weren't that kind of demon. Hunters just like to treat things that aren't human as if their evil, like if you aren't human then you must die. It upset Kirsty, to think that a group that Kane had once belonged to now shunned him.

"Kirsty?" Kane was staring at her, he had been trying not to show real emotion since he had changed, but Kirsty could see the worry in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," She had always been a good liar, keeping things hidden from her mother was her specialty, but she knew Kane didn't believe her.

"That dream again? You know it's over right?" Kane sat on the black chair in the corner of Kirsty's room and stared at her intently.

"Yeah, I know, you don't have to go all therapist on me." She rolled her eyes to show she was okay. "Can you leave now? I know you don't have anything to do tomorrow, but I have school."

"Touchy, aren't we?" Kane smiled at her as he got up to leave, switching off the light before he walked through the door.

Kirsty started drifting off to sleep when she heard another voice.

"What's going on?" It was her mother. "I just got home and I heard voices."

"I was just checking on Kirsty," The door creaked a little as who she believed was Kane lent against it.

"Has she drawn something?" That was just like her mother. No, is she okay? Just, has she drawn something? Ever since Kirsty had first used her ability to draw the future when she five it has been all her mother has cared about. It was like Kirsty wasn't even her daughter anymore; she was just a freak with a helpful power.

"No, she just had a nightmare and woke up screaming."

"Okay, that's good." Kirsty heard steps and knew Kane and her mother had left. She rolled over a drifted off to sleep.