She was walking down the dark alley way. It was a very misty and drab night in Paris. The girl, Genevive Barcollett, was around the age of 14. A good looking girl with brown ringlets down to the middle of her back, and eyes as blue as the sea. Her whole family were shadow hunters, people who tracked the evil spirts they called shadows, and destroyed them. She was still in training but was the most skilled shadow hunter the Barcollett's had seen in centurys. She carried her goods in her basket but not only that. She also carried a dagger. She carried the dagger whenever she had to go anywhere alone, just in case she ran into trouble. All of a sudden out of the mist, came a voice. " So little shadow hunter. You are here to destroy me and the shadows, Well Genevive Barcollett i have news for you." The cloaked man, who Genevive knew quite well to be the Human master, Lucifer, was coming at Genevive with a dagger, aiming it directly at her heart. But Genevive was stronger than him, and only meaning to injure him until the rest of the shadow hunters could arrive to do away with him, She peirced his heart and he was dead. But the shadows wouldn't let her get away and she slipped into uncoinsiousnes