Free The Vampire Hunter's Daughter: Part I by Jennifer Malone Wright

 
    The Vampire Hunter’s Daughter
    Part I
     
    BY
    Jennifer Malone Wright
     
    Copyright 2011 Jennifer Malone Wright
     
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    ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
     
    I would like to thank my good friend Rose and my sister Mary for helping with every step during the process of bringing this story into the world. I would also like to thank my editors at Accentuate Author Services. Finally, I would I want to thank Para Graphic for my wonderful cover art.
     
     
     
     
    THE VAMPIRE HUNTER’S DAUGHTER
    PART I
     
    THE BEGINNING
     
     
    “Chloe!” the voice called out sharply. At that exact same moment, the earth shook violently beneath my feet.
    “Chloe, wake up!”
    The ground swayed and gravity took hold, forcing me to side step back and forth. I threw my hands out for balance and tried to catch my footing, but I ended up falling onto my hands and knees. The quaking world was suddenly bathed in harsh sunlight. It had washed over me quickly, blinding me. I threw my arm up to shield my eyes from the glare.
    “Chloe Kallistrate, get your ass up now! ”
    My eyes snapped open. All the lights in my room were on and my mother was standing over me, holding my blankets in her arms. I realized she had impatiently whipped them off of me. I lay there in only my boy-short underwear and my favorite tee-shirt: a torn and faded but still ultra-comfy Harley Davidson tee-shirt. Sometimes when she said our last name really fast like that, she developed an accent. It was a strange name, pronounced Kal-lih-strah-dee.
    The light explained the sunlight in my dream, and Mom must have been shaking me, which would have been the earthquakes. I groaned defiantly and glanced at the clock on my nightstand. The glowing red numbers told me that it was two forty-seven in the morning.
    “ Mom. ” I grabbed my comforter out of her arms and rolled over, taking it with me. “It’s the middle of the night.”
    Only then did the heavy fog of sleep lift and I realized exactly that. It was the middle of the night and my mother was in my room desperately trying to get me out of bed. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
    I threw my blanket off and jumped out of bed, causing my mother to jump back in surprise. “What is it? What’s happening?” I demanded.
    “You have to hide!” she whispered.
    She was still in her pale blue satin pajamas with the matching robe and her eyes were wide with fear. Her dark brown hair, which was the same color as mine, hung loose and flowing down her back. She grabbed my arm and dragged me over to my closet.
    “Quick, get in there.” She looked around the room. “There is nowhere else to go. Now, hide !”
    “Mom, stop it! What are you doing?”
    Her fingernails dug into my arm. She opened the door and literally threw me inside the closet. She bent down, took my chin in her hand so that our blue eyes would meet.
    “I love you.” she told me, and then abruptly slammed the door shut, submerging me into total darkness.
    Even though my fourteen-year-old mentality wanted to fight back and open the door, I did as I was told and sat on top of all my shoes that littered the floor of my closet.
    Thundering footsteps pounded on the stairs outside my room. I could tell my mom was still in the room because I hadn’t heard the door open and shut. My bedroom door burst open, and my mother immediately yelled, “Get out of here! Now!”
    I could just see her pointing her index finger at the door, like when