My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
bạn pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. bạn must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me hoặc ma cà rồng hoặc warer Người sói hoặc shape- shifters hoặc witches. bạn see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it hoặc I'm dead. bởi 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 ma cà rồng 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 tiếp theo morning to find mysister completly drained in our giường 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 ngày stopped talking to Jake and the tiếp theo ngày he mover away. I haven't seen him since.
Oh and one thêm thing. I'm blind. I can see auras around people and màu sắc but I can't see shapes hoặc designs. That's what my Những người bạn and family are for. I wasn't born blind but hunting ma cà rồng 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.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
bạn pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. bạn must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me hoặc ma cà rồng hoặc warer Người sói hoặc shape- shifters hoặc witches. bạn see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it hoặc I'm dead. bởi 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 ma cà rồng 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 tiếp theo morning to find mysister completly drained in our giường 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 ngày stopped talking to Jake and the tiếp theo ngày he mover away. I haven't seen him since.
Oh and one thêm thing. I'm blind. I can see auras around people and màu sắc but I can't see shapes hoặc designs. That's what my Những người bạn and family are for. I wasn't born blind but hunting ma cà rồng 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.
People say hoa are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once bạn get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid hoặc a sunflower.
I may not be a rose hoặc an iris.
I'm thêm of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once bạn get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid hoặc a sunflower.
I may not be a rose hoặc an iris.
I'm thêm of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
I will remember bạn always.
Will bạn remember me?
That is a câu hỏi for bạn to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
bạn will always be in my heart.
For I know that bạn will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every một phút of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will bạn remember me?
That is a câu hỏi for bạn to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
bạn will always be in my heart.
For I know that bạn will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every một phút of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.