The night is filled with Death, Monsters, Fear, and me among other things of course. Night comes with danger, danger of the lurking predator we all think is fictional. The night is full of mystery even when the moon is shining so bright way overhead. When the sun rises and shines over the once dark world the aftershock of the all that comes with the night still lingers in the air.
The predator and prey cycle has been going on forever. There are very few that actually put their foot down and refuse to be prey anymore. They're are the people who want to fight back. Then they're are people who are a different kind of people who hunt the predators. Those people would be vampire hunters.
Vampires are everywhere you look. They leave their mark everywhere on humans. Your best friend could be one of those humans that have a strange obsession with vampires. The creatures of your nightmares are real and they lurk around like they have a right to be on this Earth. They are dead and the dead shouldn’t hunt on the naturally weak humans. They think because they’ve already died they should fear nothing. They fear no human not even the strongest human vampire hunter. The only thing that strikes fear to their core is us witches and though they fear us they underestimate our magic. Almost all witches have a power within in and almost all of those witches use it to hunt vampires. I am one of those witches.
The original creatures of night will never succumb. They will never admit that I am a threat. They can’t accept the fact that I am Night.
I was twelve years old when I had my welcoming ceremony. Like normal girls had there sweet sixteen to welcome them into womanhood I was having my welcome to hunting society on my twelfth birthday. This was the greatest day of any hunter’s life was. I was wearing a two piece black shift with swirls all over it. I was wearing the matching traditional headband with a moon on front of it. Every little girl in my family before me had worn this to their ceremony. Though I don't any of them wore it as well as I did. Even at twelve I was beautiful and full of confidence.
“For thousands of years vampires have hunted and killed. Three hundred years ago a huntress named Sarah Night’s family was murdered by vampires. In the tragedy she found a magic, a power that had awakened inside of her. She became what was then and is now called a hunting witch. She killed all the vampires that terrorized her village. On that day the vampire hunters were born. The Nights were the first line of hunting witches around. We are the orginal. We are the elite, We have all taken an oath. This oath has puts our lives in danger protecting the lives of others. My daughter has taken this oath as well.” My mother addressed the crowd. I looked around as much as I could without anyone catching me. Standing off to the side I saw Trent grin and give me and shoot me a thumb up. I smiled back at my older brother. He looked so proud of me. No one else in the crowd was smiling but Trent was always so lively.
She turned back to me. “Do you Tasha Night swear on your life to do your duty as a Night? To try as all our ancestors have to rid the world of vampires? To continue our line and raise your children to do their duty as Night? Are you committed to be the best of the best? Do you Tasha Night swear on your life to live up to your oath?”
I had no choice even I wanted to say no, which I didn't. This was my fate and I was going to embrace it with everything I had.