Kasey's Story Chapter 1

16 year old Kasey is a vampire slayer, but it come as an accident and once you start slaying you can’t stop. But when one demon gets away and someone is stalking Kasey things start getting…weird. Follow Kasey story as she finds out the truth about vampires and demons and is thrown further into the realms of the supernatural.

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You know, being a vampire slayer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. You don’t get any fancy gadgets (well at least I don’t) and you don’t get to tell you’re friends are start a little possie that goes around and has fun in the middle of the night.

It’s more like an extra job that you have to loose most of you’re sleep over, get hurt ni the process and all the while you are more worried about your maths test tomorrow than you are about this stupid vamp in front of you. And yeah, if I had a choice, I’d quit, but it’d not really like that.

You see once you kill you’re first vampire or demon, they know you after that. I mean they don’t necessarily know where you live or go to school, but they know who you are. And they begin to hunt you. So, the only way is to kill more of them. And then more start to hunt you. So, once you killed you’re first vamp, the rest just kind of follow suit. But killing my first vamp was an accident.

I thought I was getting mugged, and I didn’t know a lot of self defence. I had snuck out of home to go to a party that turned out to be a dud, so I left early. I guessed it was one or two in the morning. And this guy pulled me into an alleyway and threw me against a wall. Now that I think back on it, he was pretty strong. So I stabbed him with part of an old crate and prepared to run away.

That was when he burst into dust.

I just stared and stared at him before finally running home, locking my door and going to sleep, denying the whole thing. So I woke in the morning, convinced it was a dream But when I chuck my clothes in the laundry basket, they were covered in dust. So that’s when I started believing.

That was not quite a year ago now, and I sneak out almost every night. But with divorced parents that not that hard. It does hurt though, when you find you don’t need to sneak any more. Like now, for instance, I’m at my dads house, walking into the living room.

It’s two in the morning, and he’s still on the couch, watching TV, having a beer.
"I’m going out dad." I tell him.
"Ok dear. Do you need any money?" I shake my head in disbelief.
"Yeah that would be helpful. Those martini’s don’t come cheap now days." Ha hands me fifty bucks without taking his eyes off the screen in front of him. I wonder if he’s drunk but there are only two empty beer bottles on the table next to him and he’s drinking light.
"Unbelievable." I mutter as I walk out the door, pocketing the fifty. It did hurt a little, knowing he didn’t care where I was headed in the middle of the night. I wonder if he would notice if I came home or not.

As I walked along the dark streets, conveniently in black skinny leg jeans, sunglasses and a black and dark grey hoody, I wonder roughly how many vampires I had killed. I usually only go for ones that are alone, because that’s all I could handle really, and I didn’t find them every night, maybe only three or four a week. But still that means, a hundred and fifty vamps? There were a lot more than people suspected, most had the chivalry to not drain their victims and them wipe their memory and let them go. Some didn’t. Yes, vampires could wipe memories.

Scary thought, isn’t it? Thinking that you could have been bitten by a vampires, tasted the supernatural world, an not remember a thing about it?

Well, not all vampires could erase memories. Some had other gifts, I didn’t really now what yet but I knew they did. I swear I saw one with wings one day. Big bat like wings, well I wasn’t that close up since it was in the sky, but it sure did look like a human with wings.

And then occasionally I found another creature. Demons, maybe? I didn’t really know. I didn’t know a lot about a lot of things. But anything that flinched at holly water or had black eyes, I generally staked it first, answered questions later.
It did take a while, to get the hang of things. Like to realise that to make holly water all you needed to do was sit a cross in the water. That saved a trip to the church all the time. And that crosses don’t fend them off very effectively. That left a few scars.

But being a vampire hunter did come with its perks, even if they were few. I could turn invisible, I mean yeah, it made me shit tired, but I could do it. It was good in emergency situations.

I keep my head low as I lurk through the empty streets. Usually alleyways and abandoned buildings were the best way to go. I check the usually alleyways, nothing. I turn randomly, knowing which direction was home but still not really knowing where I was going. It had been almost an hour and I was tired and thinking about giving up for the night and going home. Another half hour passed and I finally said, that’s it. Last alleyway and I’m going home.

Isn’t that always the way? Find them in the last place you look?
Well actually I suppose it is, because once you find them you stop looking. There they were. Yes, they plural. Three of them. I glance at them quickly, I could only see them because they were under a small light in the alleyway, the only light. They spot me almost instantly and I could see their grins from even this far away. I start to act.

I take a few more steps toward them and hesitate, then slowly start to walk backwards. It was a show and they fell for it perfectly. They were surrounded me in just a few seconds, I pretend to gasp at their speed. They were definitely vampires, but I bite my lip. Three was going to be hard.

They start to surround me and I grasp tighter at the stakes in my jacket pocket. I had the first one before they had gotten over their shock. I throw holly water on the second and stake him while he was distracted. But that was the only holly water I had. I turn to the third and immediately realise my mistake. I had left the biggest to last.

I pass the stake to my strong hand as he pulls out a dagger. Shit. He was a strong build, and definitely fast. He had black hair and a bushy beard. I could see his black eyes from here, even though we had moved out of the pool of light.
"A slayer. I though there were none in this city."
"Surprise!" I say and launch myself at him. I really only did it because I had come across a vampire that could put you in a trance just by talking to you, and I wasn’t really in the mood for small talk anyway.

He easily dodges my attack and launches one back on me with his dagger. I dodge but he slams into my left shoulder and I cry out in pain. But there was no time for that. I fall to the ground, grasping at my shoulder. He leans over me and opens his, mouth to speak but before he could get the words out I staked him through the heart. He screeches, not screams, screeches, then turns to dust, covering me in it. That was an old move, he should have seen that coming.

A light turns on above me. I look up at the window and then sprint away into the night, still holding my bleeding shoulder. I get home and the house was dark so I silently retreat to my own ensuite, leaving the door open as usual. Damn it! This was my favourite hoody! I tear a bit off with my mouth, scrunching it up. Then, with difficulty continue to remove the rest of the clothing until I was standing in only my bra. It was a a messy wound, because I had moved when he attacked. It ran off the corner of my shoulder. Biting down harder on the cloth in my mouth so as to not scream by mistake I clean the wound as best I could with the few supplies I had. When I was finally convinced it was clean enough I drop the bloody cloth into the sink I was leaning over and spit the scrap material out of my mouth. I look up into the mirror that covered most of this wall.

It would be nice, if at least I even looked as pretty as buffy the vampire slayer. But no, instead I had light brown hair, that always stayed straight so I could do practically nothing with it. There were no curls to frame my thin face and pointy chin. I hadn’t had my eye brows waxed like practically every other girl in the school but they were thin, matching my fine hair. My cheeks were always rosy and my face always gave away my emotion, which I hated. I was always full of energy on a good day so as soon as I was not, everyone knew that something was wrong. My eyes were a boring brown, like everyone else’s. I did like the colour of my cheeks, when they weren’t flushed and my lips were always smooth and round. They never dried out. So I did look nice, but you know. You can always find something wrong with you’re body, even when no one else can.

Now, ignoring the dirt streaked face I saw in the mirror I slide down the tile walls and onto the floor, closing my eyes. Did I get the feeling someone was watching me? I check the window, nothing. I conclude that being paranoid came with the job and slowly wrap bandages around my shoulder as best as I could. Sliding into an over big shirt and out of my jeans I fall into bed and pull the covers up around me. Only to be woken two hours later by my alarm clock.

The next day my shoulder hurt more than the night before, just a dull ache. I don’t tell anyone because of course they would ask questions, questions I wouldn’t have any answers to. So I chuck my stake into the trunk in my cupboard and clothes that were still in one piece into the wash.

There was that feeling again! That I was being watched! I cross to the window and check the tree and yard, there was no movement apart from the birds and our next door neighbors cat, Shuffles. I shake my head, cut it out! I pull on a grey pleated skirt and white top. I need mood music. So I cross to my CD player and put on some happy music, tog et the day rolling.

I pull up my long whit socks and step into my black school shoes before doing my hair. There wasn’t a lot I could do with my hair. I make two small plates from my forehead and tie them at the back of my head, a few strand fall out and onto my face anyway. I wave my hands and give up. I drop my tie over my head and pull on a grey blouse, matching my skirt. Oh the joys of uniform. Not. I hate it. But of course my skirt was short, just like everyone else’s.

I grab an apple and eat it on the way to school. Maths was just a groan, but I think I actually went ok on the test (shock!). But then I had art and sport so it was a good day. Just another Wednesday at Minstar College. Walking with my friends home from school was fun, as always. I had my blouse off now, we all did except for Katie, and walked in our white shirts. I pull my tie off from around my neck, it was loose anyway, as always. Jumping on Lauren I tie it over her head soit hangs off the side.
"Very cool." She tries to hit me so I skip ahead of the group, walking backwards.
"Ha ha! Got ya!" I tease her. She giggles and starts running after me. I cross to the other side of the street and do a big circle catching up being the rest of the laughing group and acting as though nothing had happened. Lauren was my best friend, she was loads of fun to be around. She hands me back my tie.
"Not cool."

"I dunno, I thought we could make a new fashion of it." I tighten the tie around my head and bob my neck, acting like a cool idiot. Everyone laughs and Lauren snatches it off my head and throws it back over my neck.
"Quit being an idiot!"
"I can’t help it. It comes naturally." My neck tingled again but when I saw nothing so I shrug it off and turn back to my laughing friends. This sort of thing happened every day, but I was at my mums house now so I leave them with a wave. She wasn’t home yet but the house was clean, tidy and bright. Like always.

I walk over the clean cream carpet and follow it up stairs into my room. Mum and I were at an agreement that as long as my room was clean she wouldn’t come in. So it was spotless and light as green patters scattered over the flor. The cause of these patters could be traced to a large oak tree that shielded my room. This was also what I would use to escape when I went hunting, as there was no way mum would let me go. Mind you she goes to bed at exactly ten thirty every night and gets up at exactly seven, so there wasn’t much worry there. She was home in time to cook dinner, as always. I was the perfect daughter and washed up with only a little bit of complaint. And then she watched TV and I did my homework. Then we went to bed. I sleep for a couple of hours before heading out. My shoulder still hurt, so I wouldn’t go for long tonight. Maybe I would get lucky and not find anything again. If only life was that easy.

I try the old bakers first and Bingo, there one was. Standing with his back to me. There was to as guards. I stake the first one and he turns to dust quietly and I sneak up on the next and do the same. But she screams and gets the thirds attention. Crap. Not another fight! Instantly the one in front of me changes form. It had hooves for feet, horns and red eyes. And it as carrying a sword.
"You’re not a vampire." I manage to choke out. It laughs menacingly as we walk in a circle, eying each other.
"Nice observations." It snarls.
"Well…how do I kill you?" It laughs louder. Who the hell carries a sword now days?!
"Nice try human, what are you going to do now?"
"This." I turn invisible and run, slipping the dusty stake into my pocket. He was too much for me. There was an awful screeching noise and I turn around, I couldn’t see it yet.

Smack! I turn visible again and look up to see a teenage boy reaching out to me, he looked surprise. Not looking at him I pull him behind a dumpster and hide. I see the thing soar into the air and I breathe again. Relief spread through me and relaxed me. I turn to the boy, wondering how much he had seen. None hopefully, he had been outside. I was lost into big, black eyes. I scramble for my stake, cursing myself for not paying more attention. I waited for him to attack me.
"Fuck! You’re a vamp-"

He leaned forward and stole my first kiss.

An unfamiliar warmth spread through me.

I wake up in my bed at home.

Wait, what?! I jump up and look around. My window was open, curtains swaying in the breeze. I shiver because I had closed it when I left. I had never been knocked out before, I feel my head. There was nothing, no pain. That wasn’t right. I remember the strange vampire and the kiss, he must have powers. I cross to the window and angrily slam it shut, straining my shoulder. Then I yank the curtains together, shielding my room from prying eyes. I couldn’t bring myself to lean out and check the tree, I was too afraid to find someone sitting there in the shadows of the branches. I cross to my bed and find a note n the bedside table I pick it up and shiver.

I’ll be back.