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Dawning Wishes

Novel By: Kirsten Rain
Young adult

Kelsey grew bitter after a band of Vampires killed her family. Kelsey made a new name for herself and moved into a city where werewolves are never seen. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 10, 2008    Reads: 269    Comments: 11    Likes: 5   

Hero, role model, parents, family, what do all of these words have in common? In my life they don't exist. They did at one time. I had a mom and a dad. I had a wonderful twin brother and a boyfriend I adored. But I didn't have them for long. They were murdered. Stone cold murdered. It isn't like I don't know who did it. I have dedicated my life to destroying them. They don't belong in our world. By "they" I mean Vampires. Filthy bloodsucking leech like Vampires. It is their fault I am who I am. It's their fault I ditched my birth name (Kelsey Miranda Day) for something a little more appropriate considering what I do now a days.

I laughed out loud in the silent darkness. Even on a Friday night I had nothing better to do but patrol the neighborhood for them. They hunted me as much as I hunted them. It was like a game of mouse trap. Only neither of us wanted to be the mouse. I understood why they didn't want to be. They were the predators but I was the strongest prey they ever had to face. When I killed one it wasn't enough. I had to kill them all or die trying. I didn't want anyone else in this world to die like my family did. Nobody deserved that.
Thud! Thud! Thud! My feet pounded against the pavement. I walked down the same street for the second time tonight. I pulled my sweatshirt a little closer to my body. The coolness of the evening was getting to me. I had worn a black sweatshirt and black sweat pants to blend in with the night. Most of all I wore it to conceal my sword. Yes you heard me right, a sword. I know this isn't medieval times but it's the most effective way to kill a Vampire. Stakes and sunlight are just an urban myth.
Squish! Squawk! Squeak! I shuddered. I stepped into a water puddle. The dampness seeped into my socks. I stopped and shook my foot. This was the only part I hated about my job the cold and dampness of the city at night. I stomped on the ground until I felt blood rushing into my toe again. It was just another day on the job. It was just another day protecting Boston from Vampires. Why Boston you ask? Ever since my family was killed back in Tennessee, Boston has had an increase in deaths. So I cut all ties from Tennessee and moved to Boston. It might have been a mistake. As I thought there were Vampires who were stronger then I when I was starting out. That being said I might want to mention I almost got killed.
His name was Midnight. He was the toughest Vampire I ever faced. I didn't know how to properly wield a sword when he found me. I may have cut his wrist. He gave me three cracked ribs and a whole lot of blood loss. If it wasn't for Dylan Michaels I would have died. I didn't bother asking what he was doing out in the alley that late at night. I didn't care. All I knew was that I had survived.
Once I healed I started to train at local ninja training areas. There I learned from the best of the best. That is how I got to where I am now. I stood up and shook my past out of my mind. The past was behind me. I couldn't live today if I only thought about forgotten yesterdays. The world didn't work that way. I continued my patrol until dawn broke. Dawn was when darkness turned to light. Light made even the darkest of realities clearer. That is why dawn was my favorite part of the day.
I jogged back to my apartment tired and disappointed. Today was the first time I didn't see a Vampire. I wondered why they didn't come out. I wondered as I climbed the stairs and walked down the long narrow hallway that smelled like fish. Always fish even though nobody on my floor ever ate fish. I took my key out of my pocket. V5 was the place I called home. There were twenty six floors to the building. "Z" was the first floor and "A" was the last. Crazy I know but it worked. I unlocked my door and embraced the smell of stale coffee. I walked into the room and turned on the radio that had some country song playing.
I continued to walk from the living room into the small kitchen. I emptied the coffee pot and rinsed it out. I opened a can of Maxwell House and scooped some beans into the filter. I put the filter back into the coffee maker and pressed the on switch. Then I remembered why the Vampires weren't out last night. Vampires don't come out on full moons.
I had never ran into a Werewolf in Boston. I wasn't even sure Werewolves existed. I took my sword off of my belt and hung it back up above my fireplace. I heard my coffee maker beep. I walked back out into the kitchen and took my favorite blue mug out of the dishwasher. I poured a cup of plain black coffee and walked toward my answering machine. I looked at the blinking light. I had three missed calls. I pressed play.
"Hey Val it's Dylan you know the guy that saved your ass that night," he laughed nervously, "I'm sorry it took two months for me to call but I was nervous. I was just wondering if you wanted to have a cup of coffee later. Call me back at," he rattled off the digits of his phone number and hung up. I sighed and wondered how he even got my number. There was a beep and the next message played.
"Vala this is Amy Henderson from the community library. I just wanted to let you know that two of the books you requested are on hold for you. I am sure you know our hours. I'll see you soon!" There was another beep then the line clicked dead. Then there was only one missed call left. I pressed play again and listened in.
"Stop this silly mission," an unrecognizable husky voice wheezed, "you will get nowhere if you wind up dead. Hang up the sword and stop playing protector. You are just a silly little girl. Give it up or I might have to force you. You wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you now would you?" The wheezing continued then the line clicked and my phone beeped.
"No new messages," the electronic female voice said from inside my answering machine. I was scared. I couldn't give up. While there were Vampires I had to stay in the streets and do whatever it took to keep them safe. I peeled off my sweatshirt and threw it on the couch. I walked back to my bedroom and laid on my bed. My bed wasn't huge. It still had my dolphin covers from when I was a kid. It was painted white. Not much but it was home. I glanced at the clock. It read five o'clock.
"Three more hours until I enter hell," I murmured. By hell I meant my job at the local café with a snake of a co worker and a hot boss who never gave me the time of day. But it paid the rent and got me by with the rest of my needs so I couldn't complain. I worked until five o'clock in the evening. Then at midnight it was patrolling the streets until dawn. I yawned and sat up. I pulled my brown hair into a ponytail and then rolled onto my side so I couldn't watch the clock tick my life away. I felt my eyes grow heavy but I snapped my eyes open. I yawned again and closed my eyes then sleep caught me in a dream bigger than real life. In that moment I was home.


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