The vampire she shouldn’t love

ys ran in the mornings - it was good exercise for me and kept my body always in shape. Being the daughter of vampire hunters, I had always been taught that a sound mind and sound

ould rest, only to continue the fight another day. I shook my head, watching my reflection do the same thing, before I turned and left the small bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I walked over to my bed and picked up my dagger from under my pillow, tucking it into my sock expertly, and lowering the hem of my sweatpants to disguise it. One would never know when they needed a dagger to protect themselves, after all. And I trusted my own instincts instead of running to the police. I walked out of the room which was on the second floor of the building. Making my way down the hallway and to the stairs, I didn’t bump into anyone or see anyone loitering the hallways as I ran down the stairs, until I reached the entrance of the dormitory building. Once I was out the door, I began my run. The cold air of autumn stung my nose and dried my lips as I began to pick up the pace. Gainesville was a small town - not easily found on any map, and it had a population of about 5,000 people, apart from the students from the college who made up another 3,000 or so people. It was a town that had a forest around it. I usually took a path down to that small forest during my morning runs, where I would end up practicing my skills, so as not to lose my reflexes from when I was actively hunting vampires. Due to the slowly cooling weather, I could see my breaths in front of me as I continued to jog. Despite it being 5.30am, it still looked like nighttime. The sun wouldn’t rise for another thirty minutes at least, and I savored it. As a small community of vampire hunters, we were not through the up to be afraid of the dark. Instead, we thrived in