Taking the extra historical literature class had been no big deal. My childhood had been filled with mystical stories of vampires. Mostly due to my grandmother and her amazing storytelling skills. She had usually visited our house twice a year, once in the winter and once in the late summer. After my parents told me she passed away, I had taken it upon myself to continue her legacy of vampire stories. One day I would tell my own kids.

So when the teacher had assigned us a literature study on 'any historical literature which interests you', I had written for days on end. It was mostly for my own enjoyment, as a way to procrastinate the work I had in all the other classes. Suffice to say, I ended up getting an A+ on my essay titled "Vampire myths and origins". The teacher had even commented that I had done excellent in-depth research, a little strange considering all my sources were fictional stories. I had given myself a pat on the back and started working on the other schoolwork, not aware that my life was about to change.

Three quick knocks on the front door had pulled me out of my workflow. It was late at night, around 2 in the morning, and I was certainly not expecting visitors.

"What is it now?" I mumbled to myself.

Who could be knocking on my door in the middle of the night? I wasn't about to go opening the door to just about anyone this late. That was how people were murdered. Or maybe I had just watched too many murder mysteries on Netflix. Another one of my many procrastination methods.

I peeked from the far side of the curtains by the door. It was dark outside, and the dark wood of the front porch didn't exactly help to light up the area. I could make out two figures standing a length and a half from the door. One of the figures walked up to the door and another three quick knocks sounded through the house.

The figure who was standing by the door grunted and made a comment to the other. I couldn't make out the words, but it sounded like they didn't want to be here.

My curiosity got the better off me, for good or worse, and I flicked on the porch light. I could see that the figures were those of a man and a woman. The man had been the one to knock on the door. They both squinted their eyes, now aware that there was somebody home. I walked over to the door.

"Who is it?" I asked, my loud voice breaking the silence of the night.

A couple of seconds passed.

"We're acquaintances of your grandmother." the man answered back.

His voice sounded rugged and deep, despite what I had noticed as a short stature through the window.

"In what way?" I asked back.

I had never met any of my grandmother's friends. I wasn't even aware that older people had that many friends. But if it was my grandmother, I wasn't surprised. She could have made friends with anyone.

"Old acquaintances, you might just understand if we could explain." the woman answered.

Her voice was silky smooth, almost like she could lull me to sleep at any time of the day.

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"We've been tasked with watching over you and recently we have even noticed you had an interest in your grandmother's origins." The man quickly added.

"But could you open up? It's freezing out here."

"Why should I trust you? It's the middle of the night." I answered, a little perplexed, but also strikingly curious.

"You're right, there's no reason for you to trust us." The woman called out.

"But you might want to know more about your vampire hunter bloodline." she added.

My brain wracked through the different scenarios which could play out here, but I was way too intrigued and curious to let such an opportunity pass by.

I turned open the lock and opened the door.

"Thank you for trusting us." the man sighed, relieved. "I had started thinking we might have to turn back empty-handed. B-but not in any criminal way, sorry if it sounded like that." he stuttered, his face turning red with embarrassment.

"Don't mind him, he doesn't have a chance to talk to many people." the woman chuckled. "I'm Elena, a vampire."

"And I'm Bernard, vampire hunter and former partner of Margaret, your grandmother."

I wasn't entirely sure how to process the sudden realization of what they just said.

"Alex, pleasure to meet you." I answered.

"Yes, we know your name child. Margaret always talked about you any chance she had. She even showed us plenty of pictures." Elena said, a melancholic smile spreading to her cheeks.

"You may come in." I said, remembering that vampires must be invited inside. I had decided to trust them both.

"It's finally your time kid." Bernard huffed. I was unsure what he meant. "Your grandmother was a vampire hunter, and her skills are passed down to you, since the family blood runs in your veins."

We walked into the living room and I sat down in a chair. They both chose to sit in the sofa across from me.

"To get straight to the point: Margaret has been missing for more than 10 years now. Not a long time for us vampires, but the guild and Bernard have been worrying." Elena explained.

"However, more than a decade back she had confided in us that should she ever go missing we were tasked with protecting you. And when you were old enough we had to give you the choice of becoming a vampire hunter."

"I was told my grandmother was dead." I replied. "I remember mom and dad going to her funeral. I had always thought I was too young to go."

"No dear child, your parents had been summoned by the guild when it was deemed she was missing in action." Elena answered. My brain was trying its best to process all the information they were telling me.

"But now here we are, and we are giving you the choice. Should you wish to embark on the path of a vampire hunter, we can take you to the guild straight away." Bernard straightened his torso, suddenly looking taller.

"I'll go." I replied almost immediately. I imagined that this was my once in a lifetime opportunity. And I also wanted to get away from the boring schoolwork for a while.

Bernard seemed a bit shocked at my sudden acceptance and Elena seemed pleased.

"See Bernard, I told you they'd accept. Did you not read the essay we were brought? The child has a burning passion for this lifestyle." said Elena

"I did, but they're still just a kid. I'm still not sure if this is a good idea. However, I will respect Margaret's decision, she definitely deserves that." Bernard sighed with acceptance.

"When do we leave? Can I pack now?" I said as I stood up. I was more awake now than I was earlier.

"There is no need to stress. We have a couple hours until sunrise. Pack for a day or two, it's not like you'll be gone from home for forever." Elena said with a laugh.

"You'll be introduced to the Guild Master who will inform you further of your choices. You will likely have to finish the school year and after that you can begin your training."

I could sense that Elena saw my disappointed face, as she smirked just a bit.

"Do you have any coffee?" Bernard said from the kitchen. I can't remember noticing when he sneaked away.

"Yes, top right shelf. Right by the window." I answered back. "Tell me if you need help with the coffee machine."

"I'm not old kid, I know how to work a coffee machine." Bernard said, making me laugh.

"He'll probably need help." Elena whispered to me. "You might want to start it before packing, or we'll be in for a grumpy Bernard on the trip back."

I smiled back at her and made my way to the kitchen.

I could feel the excitement in my entire body. I was looking forward to this path in my life.