How old they were, approximately, what gender and most importantly, what species. Each person was unique, no aura the same and it told me a great deal about them. It encompassed both their minds and physical bodies, distinguishable from each other but still part of the whole. From my earliest recollection I could sense others, their ‘auras’ as it were. In addition to my acquired skills I was born with a gift and it made me an even more formidable foe. No one had beaten me in a fight, though many had tried. I was trained by my father in martial arts and could easily take down an individual twice my size. 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. My family had hunted them for centuries it seemed, it was in my blood and I was trained to kill, trained to protect. My father came from a long line of hunters, Vampire hunters. I was raised a hunter, a warrior, from the time I was a young girl. 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. While I was only twenty, I somehow felt older, much older. Sometimes it unsettled me how cool and collected I could be when talking about things that would make a normal person would run away screaming. I’m going to Seattle tomorrow and putting an end to this.” I said confidently, my eyes not leaving the page. I could hear her glancing over my shoulder and sigh, “It’s getting worse.” Her voice was grave, laced with concern. I’m sorry hun but you will always be my Annabell so I’m afraid you’re just going to have to live with it.” She came to stand behind me and touched my shoulder affectionately. Though I could not see her face I could hear the smile in her voice, “I don’t know why, you have such a beautiful name.
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I rolled my eyes without looking at her and exclaimed, “Mom, I don’t know why you insist on calling me by my full name, how many times do I have to tell you I prefer Anna.” Why couldn’t she just have named me plain Anna? Annabell sounded like a Disney character. I sensed my mother enter the room before I heard her voice, “Morning Annabell.” Each of these lives had been ended by the monsters that now stalked Seattle’s streets and while it was not known to the public, there were other victims. Maureen Gardiner, Geoffrey Campbell, Grace Razi, Michelle O’Connell and Ronald Albrook. The names of the known victims were inserted among the words, a bleak photograph accompanying each.
I had seen these signs before, though admittedly note in this magnitude, and wasn’t blissfully ignorant to the truth like the innocent civilians of Seattle. People gone missing, bodies appearing hours or days later burnt beyond recognition, the lack of evidence in each, gang activity suspected. I continued to read the entire article though I knew the story off by heart.
I sat in the dining room eating my breakfast with the morning paper opened to page three as I glanced at a familiar article.ĭEATH TOLL CONTINUES TO RISE IN SEATTLE.
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