Writing Article: Huntress

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posted by Cutebutcrazy--

My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. You must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me or vampires or warer wolves or shape- shifters or witches. You see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it or I'm dead. By law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and kill vampires yet I have to follow their laws.
I hadn't always been a vampire hunter. Suprisingly enough my best friend was a vampire. His name was Jake. That was until a vampire killed my mother, father, and sister in their sleep. It was one of the few nights I stayed over Jake's house. I entered my house the next morning to find mysister completly drained in our bed room. It was the same way with the rest of my family. I was only 6 years old and an orphan. I ran to my neighbors who called the police. That was the day stopped talking to Jake and the next day he mover away. I haven't seen him since.
Oh and one more thing. I'm blind. I can see auras around people and colors but I can't see shapes or designs. That's what my friends and family are for. I wasn't born blind but hunting vampires was bound to harm me some how. I was hunting a vampire one night and he stabbed me wit ha needle filled with poison. Once again I repeat loveley isn't it.

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I sat on the bed. Doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing. I looked at the clock. Friday, five-fifty-eight PM. Five-fifty-nine. Waiting. Waiting. Heart pounding. Counting seconds. Every week. Every week, SHE came. SHE would try to kill me. Then I would scream for help and they would come. Then I would get a lecture that nothing was there, possibly some treatment or whatever. Then next Friday at six, it would happen again.
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"Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance"[Ch.8]

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Ode To Distance

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In a world of his
she unloads his gun

She and he waits for this
he releases his love

In blue and green orbs
she gives him more and more

A million miles away
A million years girl

In a black woven chest
he digs his nails deep

She trusts in him for what he does
live in a house in the suburbs

He kisses the pain with blood and light
sleeping it off in the morning

A million miles away
A million years girl

In her world of his
she unloads his gun

In a world of his
she covers the sun

A million miles away
A million years
A million years girl

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By Myself

posted by EmoKidSteven

Well you see
I'm not myself anymore
Well you can see
What I've done
Blinded myself
Lost my direction
In this times
That are getting cold
In this moment
To behold
And shine

Here's a poem
For all the loved ones
Here's a grave
For all the dead
Here's the oxygen
For all the living
Here's a tissue
For tears that are shed
I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
By myself

Well take your houses
Take your money
Take the things you don't need
Live the life
You've always wanted
And then burn the memories
Take the good times and the bad
Take the happy maybe the sad
And turn, turn yourself around
I'm lost in my own fairytale
Where I'm the winner
All over again
in my daydreams I've lost all hope
All ambition
Looking and losing an only friend

I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By Myself
I'm gone now
I'm lost again
I'm lost
By myself

I'm lost
I'm here
I'm lost here
By myself

I'm lost now
I'm here now
I'm lost here
By myself

By myself

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CHAPTER ONE: "CARTER"

There’s one silent sensation of falling really fast and really hard. Then it’s over. Just like that. Somewhere off in the distance, a girl screams. Maybe she’s next to me and my damaged ears are playing tricks on me. Or maybe she really is far away from here, wherever that is.
A flame billowing over a folded up car flicks its vile tongue. The fire reflects in the pools of blood and the bodies. Five bodies, and myself, still alive. Sirens wail and rescue teams and news vans swarm the scene. I moan and grip my chest, waiting for someone to notice...