Prolouge

Intro to V's life, personality, background, and story.

   My name is V. Just V, nothing else. Call me anything else and I’ll punch your face in. My real name is Vivian, but nobody ever calls me Vivian, so shut cher trap and call me V. Nice and simple, no miscommunication. Got it? Good. Because I won’t be going over that again.

I’m from a long line of monster hunters- and by ‘long line’ I mean, ‘No, don’t let the baby take a nap- let’s teach her the supernatural alphabet!  A is for Abaasy, B is for Baku, C is for Cherufe, D is for Dzunukwa-’ to put it lightly my first word was ‘Sceadugenga’, the word for the shape-shifting undead. Yeah, I sound like I was just such a charming little baby girl, right?

Until first grade I was ‘home schooled’, but I didn’t learn anything that the normal human children did. I mean, sure, I learned reading- ‘Read this article about Sigbin to me, Veve.’, and mathematics- ‘Quick! If you’re facing a hydra with eight heads and your stupid partner chops off three of them, how many new heads did it grow and how many does it have now?! ‘, and spelling- ‘Ok Sweetie spell ‘Hiderigami’, and then ‘Hircocervus’ for daddy.’ (I learned to spell really well, none of the other children understood how I did it), there were language classes, ‘Recite the lord’s prayer in latin, french, spanish, and japanese’, and public speaking lessons…..’ok baby, i’m a Taotie, tell me why I shouldn’t eat you. You have 45 seconds.’ .

At 4 years old, my father started taking me on ‘field trips’ (aka I was strapped to his back in a car-seat type contraption to get a ‘real close up experience’ when he and my older brother, Terrance, went out on ‘hunting’ trips) and taught me to wield and maintain a crossbow. At 6, I learned how to wield, reload, clean, take apart and reassemble(in the dark) guns of all sorts. So naturally- I was the most badass little girl you’d ever meet.

I was also a little girl with lots of problems. When I went to public school- I wasn’t scared, like most kids would’ve been. In fact, as my teachers soon noticed, I didn’t really act like any of the other little girls in my class did in any way, shape, or form. I was the one who showed up in cute yet tomboy-esque clothes, would sit down in her assigned seat and not speak a word or do anything until she was told to- hang on, maybe I can muster up a flashback…..

~Flashback~

I walk into class and sit down at the desk that has a cardboard nameplate taped to it that reads ‘Vivian’, I made it a point to scribble out the other five letters of my name the first chance I got. Which just so happened to be on the first day,with a crayon, during ‘craft time’. Ms.Roth didn’t like that very much, but I didn’t really care what Ms.Roth liked or didn’t like.

Today was a stupid day. ’Picture Day’ Mommy had called it. ‘We have to look pretty for picture day’. I didn’t really trust my mom at this point- but I’ll tell you about that in a bit.

It might have just been the most embarrassing day of my life. My mom had me dressed in such a gaudy frufru outfit- I wanted to puke. ‘But mama I don’t like it….’ I whined. ‘But baby don’t you want mommy to have  just one nice pretty picture of you that she can keep close to her forever and ever?’ she had asked. ‘No.’ I’d thought, but I didn’t dare say that. Not that I was really afraid or intimidated by my mother, after all- she wasn’t the monster hunter in the relationship.

She had pulled my hair up into a ponytail so tight I felt like my skin would tear. I wore a thin-strap-sleeved fabric bodice type top, accented with sequins, lace, and ribbons- and I had a frilly little skirt and cute little sandals. Sounds adorable right?

Too bad I’ve never liked adorable.

But mother’s day was approaching, and, at that time, Mom was pregnant again- and papa had encouraged me to put up with her fawning and fussing and treat her extra nice- so I did.

Or I tried to, this was pushing the envelope.

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Really pushing the envelope…..

‘You’re so beautiful Vivian, you’ll grow up to be so stunning-especially with your hair up,you just look so pretty….’ she had said. I ran around the house afterwards screeching as Terrance laughed at me. I retorted that he looked stupid too with his hair slicked back. That shut him up. That shut him up real fast.

“You look very pretty today Vivian.” Ms.Roth smiles, I give her a stubborn glare, I can hear the girls in my class snickering at my change of attire. All the girls who I never got along with, who I never understood. Guys liked me better- because I liked monster trucks and dirt and violence and scars. Clayton told me I was different from other girls. I told him I already knew that. Looking back, Clayton may have been the first boy who ever had a crush on me. In school, my friends were Jacob, Ronnie, Quinton, and Clayton. It stayed that way until I dropped out of High School.

Ms.Roth is watching me like I’ve finally passed her inspection. Me, the girl who when she asked ‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’ had to reply ‘I don’t know’, because Papa said I wasn’t allowed to expose monster hunting to normal people if it could be helped. Whenever we had ‘creative writing time’ I was always the one that didn’t understand. She always told me ‘Just write something.’, and I would. Then I would see the shock on her face when she read the factual compositions about different sorts of supernatural beings. ‘This is great fiction.’ She would say. ‘It’s true.’ I would state.. ‘You’re a dirty liar!’ Lisa, a girl in my class would squeal. And so I kicked Lisa, I kicked her hard.

Yeah-I got a lot of time-outs in school.

And the girls in class never liked me.

Neither did Lisa’s parents.

I didn’t care.

“Today we’re going to draw a nice Mother’s Day picture for our mom’s, ok?” Ms.Roth Chirps. “Think of the sweetest thing you could do for your mom and put it into a picture.”

So I did. I used all of the crayons in my box and drew a picture of me protecting my mom from a shadow monster.

Ms.Roth didn’t like that very much.(and my mom didn’t either).

But that day, Clayton made a terrible mistake. He pulled my already painful ponytail- and I turned around with super-speed and rammed a crayon right in his eye.

Yeah- That was my first expulsion.

~Flashback Over~

For the longest time in my childhood, I was convinced my mother was secretly a Shtriga, or an evil witch that hated me. Because any time I was around she gave me this glare- this glare that said ‘I don’t like you, Why can’t you be something else?’, When she was pregnant she’d glare at me even more heatedly. I didn’t care, In fact- maybe I did every little thing I could to spite her. Because I didn’t like her, and I didn’t trust her. I didn’t trust my own mother, because she didn’t like or trust me. either.

On my birthday that year, dad gave me a puppy, a rottweiler named Ripper, and he’s been one of my closest confidants ever since. Maybe that’s what was really the final straw, the dog. The big, lumbering, drooling, biggest lovable buddy ever- because three days later and 7 ½ months pregnant, mom left. She left dad for a street performer.

We haven’t heard from her since, and personally-

I don’t want to.

That traitorous Shtriga can burn in hell.

She broke my papa’s heart.

Terrance and I had always been close, but after that- it’s really hard to describe how important we became to one another.

Maybe I dropped out of school to silently anger her.

Maybe I sold her jewelry because pops just couldn’t bring himself to.

Maybe I trashed her car to try and prove something.

But maybe the real reason I hate her so much, is because perhaps- for just one moment in time, maybe even just the instant where I was born-

I actually cared about her.

Like I said- that traitorous Shtriga can burn in hell.

Because she broke my heart too.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think ^ ^. I need to know if there's an interest for this before I post more chapters. I don't want to post stuff that nobody likes.

Reviews

[Jared Grace]

It does remind me slightly or supernatural. Nice overview of V's background. I don't understand why she acts this way, though. Aurora is more 'understandable' . But all in all, yeah great prologue.

[starfast]

This reminded me a bit of the show Supernatural. I really like what you have so far and the voice you've given your character is great. I'll be reading more of this.

[Chloe]

That was REALLY good. I cant wait to read the rest!

[Catherine Frain]

For the longest time in my childhood, I was convinced my mother was secretly a Shtriga, or an evil witch that hated me. Because any time I was around she gave me this glare- this glare that said ‘I don’t like you, Why can’t you be something else?’, When she was pregnant she’d glare at me even more heatedly. I didn’t care, In fact- maybe I did every little thing I could to spite her. Because I didn’t like her, and I didn’t trust her. I didn’t trust my own mother, because she didn’t like or trust me. either.

A very well written paragraph, in which it can show her hatred ot her mother in well written way, I guess.

[Kevin]

"Call me anything else and I'll punch your face in"
Epic

[Catherine Frain]

But maybe the real reason I hate her so much, is because perhaps- for just one moment in time, maybe even just the instant where I was born-
I actually cared about her.

This is like my favorite line in this part of it. It is totally amazing, and can show what she actually has a caring side. :D

[EmaleighLynn]

Kick her hard, V, kick her hard.....

God, I love V. But I don't think I'd wanna meet her...... She be scary........

[Catherine Frain]

Cuz I Luv you and this story.

[The Butterfly Writer]

Oh. My. God. I love it :) I just got in to Supernatural about a week ago, and I'm on to the second season (watching it on Netflix). This is just too amazing for words :) Already love this girl's attitude too.

[RedRozeNinja13]

I need more reviews before I'll post the next chapter, your review meant a lot to me, thanks so much ^ ^. I'm very glad you liked it, and I was super-excited that you noticed V's signature attitude. This is the first time I've ever posted something on a writing site or forum. Only around three close friends have ever looked at my writing before.

[The Butterfly Writer]

I'm the same way. But it makes you more confident in your writing. It's good :)

[RedRozeNinja13]

I already have the next chapter ready to post, I just need more reviews and comments before I put it up.