Post by Eve Amherst on Jul 14, 2011 23:00:51 GMT -5
eve | callisto | amherst
twenty six, hunter, no seriously hunter, kate beckinsale
A damsel in distress is something I have never been.. Though while growing up I would at times play the wide eyed innocent act, I've only ever done that when I had to and couldn't get what I wanted in some other way. Playing meek and dumb around boys was something I could never bring myself to do though, even as a little girl I had too much pride for that, well that and Malaki would never bust my balls if I ever tried. Confidence and yes, a slightly snobbish personality was something that was cultivated in me since birth, my parents always told me that our brood was better then the rest, and I believe that.
I've been told that I'm a woman that can be as cruel as I am beautiful, and let's face it, I am pretty damn beautiful. Lying, cheating, using and abusing, it doesn't matter to me as long as I get the job done at the end, which I will, at just about any cost, why shouldn't I after all? I'll be the first to admit I've got one hell of a stubborn nature bold enough to match my 'confident gusto' as it has been put, it's quite simple for someone to utterly despise me, but either way they can't help from letting their eyes wander for as hard and at times bitchy as I can get, I'm still a woman that is not above using my god blessed good looks and feminine charms if I think it will put me ahead of the game.
At the end of the day though, I'd be lying if I didn't say that on the inside, I've always been a total tomboy. I grew up with my brother as the only one really watching out for me, he always had my back and always went up to bat for me. It was always me and him and whatever we were hunting that day. I would rather sit around drinking a beer and watching whatever sport is on then watch a romance movie, in fact I damn well hate chick flicks. I'm a rough and tumble sort of girl that never did mind getting my hands down and dirty with any of the boys be it by hunting, playing football, or just plain fighting it out with my brother.
When it comes to work, I give it my all. It's been the family business as long as anyone can trace back and I plan on doing my ancestors proud. I was born bred and raised to hunt and I take my job seriously, it is a matter of life and death and yes even though it stresses me out I can't see myself doing anything else. I grew up hunting and I'll probably die hunting and I really am alright with that, it's what happens in this profession. A thankless job but someone's gotta do it, right? Well here I am. It's my job and my life.
So you're probably wondering what a 'pretty girl like me is doing in a profession like this' to quote every red blooded hunter with a penis that I've ever met. Well my parents were hunters, each one decedent from two long lines of 'exterminators,' they had actually met on a job in Massachusetts. They had fallen in love, married and constantly fought about how they would raise their children should they ever have any, eventually though tradition won out they couldn't turn a blind eye to the things that went bump in the night. My brother and I were born on Halloween night to the pair in New Orleans, me being the younger sibling by fifteen minutes, a fact that my brother never let's me forget, and immediately we were the apples of our parents eyes.
Growing up had definitely been an adventure in this family, when we were old enough to walk then we were old enough to start learning to defend ourselves. Our elementary years were spent 'home schooled' by our mother, she taught us cursive by having us copy old hunting journals by hand, as for tools to help learn multiplication tables? Salt filled shotgun rounds. And don't even ask what phys ed was like, laps upon laps were run around whatever town park they were in and hours spent at the shooting range with our dad. Middle School was interesting, my brother and I had actually been put into public school at our mothers insistence. Bridgette believed that we needed to learn some type of socialization, but it was rocky for me and Malaki.
Fighting was an almost constant thing for us, we were either going at it with each other or the other kids in our class, namely because they were always calling us freaks or making fun of our cloths or our accents and if we weren't being relocated because of a hunt by our parents then we were kicked out of school for the ruckus we would cause. Still though our mother would persist with trying to get the two of us to be at least 'semi normal' while our father taught us anything and everything he could in the way of hunting and survival. High-school was much the same way, aside from the new experience of being taken on actual hunting jobs and finally being allowed to participate instead of sitting in the car or standing back, hiding in the sidelines.
My brother and I were being left alone more often now, eventually though one night my parents didn't come back. They had run afoul of the demon Malphas, the so called 'president of hell' and voice of Lucifer, he would relay whatever the devil said to the other demons and when he came across my parents he proved to be too strong for even them. We had thought that they were invincible, but finding them scattered across route sixty six was enough to spur us into action. We dropped out of school not too long after that, and took up what our parents had started and have been doing that since then, tracking down that bastard demon as a side project. With the world starting to look like its ending we parted ways to get more ground covered, hearing through the grapevine what the Winchesters roles were in all of this. Those are some cute brothers, but damn are they stupid if the rumors are worth any truth.
But what can a girl do except keep fighting the good fight? I might not know exactly what's going on just jet but I'll be damned if I don't find out soon enough.
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