Hunted
There might be a few things you need to know before you step into my life. I am homeless. I hunt vampires. And then I kill them. It’s my night job, so I sleep at day and wait for them to come lurking round corners at night. Just to be on the safe side, if I fall asleep at all, then I’ll just sleep under a street lamp. This is my life. And you’d better be ready to get to grips with it.
I use stakes to kill them. You might want to know how I got the stakes; I simply take them from skips. My life as you might presume, sucks here in London. People are all hysterical with all the happiness around them, the crowded roads and alleyways, but nobody comes near me. I’m a scrub in their minds - a total and utter scrub – and I don’t have the chance to bath like normal citizens. But then again, there are a lot of homeless people here in London - practically everywhere though, international – who go around begging from the rich and famous. The rich and famous give them the dirtiest looks and probably spill it out to all the gossip magazines that a homeless person attacked them, when they were simply asked for spare change. They like the media. Twisting everything that goes on, making the victims of those hurtful phrases feel like a nobody.
I should probably say how I became a homeless freak. It was just an average day with my family going for a family outing. We had family outings a lot. It was just me, my mum, dad and younger sister Daisy.
We had gone for a meal at a really nice restaurant not far from our flat, and we drove down in our nice little car in the evening, as we had got out to make our way to the front door… we were attacked. Not by the average crime committer, but a vampire. There were three vampires actually, who ambushed my mother, father and younger sister. I stared in horror as blood soaked their clothes. I had never believed in the supernatural. But that night changed everything.
They didn’t seem to look at me, not once; they were too busy on my family. At first I thought it was some gang stabbing my family. But they were actually shoving their mouths on my families’ necks.
I was only thirteen. Now I’m sixteen, and my names Mandy. It’s a pretty hard life, staking vampires. They are fast, strong and truly beautiful. It’s hard not to get mesmerised by them, which I did. It wasn’t nice.
There will be mistakes but hope you like it so far. there's a lot of pages so you're getting a sneak peak and i'd like to see your opinions.
