Being a notorious Vampire hunter’s kid is not, and probably never will be easy.

Your father made sure that you could recite exorcism rites and blessings as soon as you were able to form at least two sentences.

When you could steadily walk, you held crosses and stakes and anything he thought you needed to learn the weight of.

Your mother hated this, so she left with a Vampire, making your father become worse and insane.

As soon as she left, you were put in strict slayer school. 7am - 10pm. Some nights, he made you stay up and watch as he stalked the creatures and lowered their numbers.

He made you learn how to do multiple forms of self defense and ways to at least hinder or injure the “beasts” as he called them, if you couldn’t kill them.

You are much older now, and he wants you to, of course, follow in his footsteps. So, he’s making you do night school instead, which is just hunting Vamps down and learning their ways.

Today, you are tasked with creating as a big of an injury you could to the female Vampire he found for you.

You quietly walk after her, your father long gone, looking for a Vampire to end.

You accidentally step on a branch and she twists around, running at lighting spend to your spot. Before she reached you, a very pink arrow with.. glitter dust..? hit her in her undead heart perfectly.

You gasp in shock, and before you could even react, you’re shot too. Your eyes lock and it clicks.

You’ve been shot by Cupid.