"Time to wake up, Rebecca." Rebecca rubbed her eyes sleepily. She hadn't gotten back home until 3 in the morning, and she was exhausted. Her body was stiff and she wanted nothing more than to just pass out, and forget about everything. Rebecca had a slight envy for vampires they didn't have to wake up every morning, but instead got to enjoy the pleasures of the night. Some creatures get all the luck.
"Dad, do I have to?"
"You've got school today
so yes." Rebecca suddenly grabbed her pillow and shoved it over her face. She had TOTALLY forgotten about school! The summer was finally over and high school kicked back in. She was a senior in high school
and all 4 years had been a living hell! How could ANYONE survive school? There's no fun, no monsters, no weapons
it's all just classes and tests
which wouldn't be so bad if those classes taught Rebecca anything she WANTED to know.
"Dad, I hate school!"
"We'll have none of that, Rebecca
get dressed and come downstairs." She heard her dads footsteps disappear and she decided it was time to get up. Removing the pillow from her face she climbed out of bed and glanced around her room. It was your typical teenager room
there was a chest of drawers and a dresser against the wall. Her bed was a twin sized bed with blue sheets and, right next to it, was her desk. A bathroom was situated next to her room and, at the far corner was a closet with different assortments of clothes. She walked into her closet and began hunting for clothes. She eventually settled with a red t-shirt and jean shorts. Without putting on her shoes, Rebecca darted down the stairs to the kitchen, where breakfast and her father were waiting for her.
Jonah Anderson was a pastor at a local Baptist church. He was a strong and hardworking man. He was about 6 foot 4 with dark, greying hair. His eyes were a deep blue and he always had a warm look of kindness about him. Most of the people in town loved Rebecca's father, and with good reason, there wasn't a single lost soul that he wouldn't reach out too. Rebecca loved her dad, and she hated to see his heart broken, but he never really understood her love for monster hunting. He smiled as Rebecca walked into the room. He looked her over and grinned from ear to ear, she grinned back.
"Good morning, dad." Rebecca said, giving her father a hug.
"Do you think I was born yesterday, sweetheart?" He asked in reply. "I know that you were out all last night." Rebecca's smile suddenly faded.
"Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?" he asked. Rebecca hung her head and let go of her dad.
"Dad, I'm really sorry."
"No you're not
you loved every minute of it." Rebecca gave a shadow of a smirk. "But you should have known better
it was a school night."
"Dad, you know I hate school." Rebecca turned and sat down at the table, staring at the eggs and bacon in front of her.
"But don't you want to make friends and learn something new?"
"Friends?!" Rebecca laughed. "You mean those giggling gossipy girls who do nothing but talk about boys all day and judge others based on their looks? No thanks!" She grabbed her fork and started shoveling the eggs into her mouth.
"Slow down, Rebecca!" her dad cried, "And you'll never make friends with that attitude." Rebecca shrugged and went back to her breakfast, which she finished in a matter of minutes. She had always tried to eat fast. As soon as she was finished she leaped from the table and prepared to run to her room.
"HOLD UP!" Rebecca stopped in her tracks. Her father was holding out his hand for her to come sit back down. She obeyed and took a seat across from him, looking him in the eyes. There was a seriousness in his gaze that she couldn't possibly ignore. "We need to talk about something very important." Rebecca leaned forward and nodded.
I made a promise to your mom," when he mentioned Rebecca's mom, Rebecca stiffened, trying to maintain her straight face, "that I would do my best to give you the best future that you could have. You have to go to school
so that I can keep that promise. If not for me
do it for your mother." Rebecca nodded, but her face didn't brighten.
"I'll go." Jonah stood up and rushed around the table to hug Rebecca.
"Thank you sweetie. I promise that I'll make it up to you later."
"How's that?" Rebecca asked gruffly. Jonah gave her a very nervous look.
"I have a few ideas
but we'll talk more about that later
go get ready for school, Rebecca." Rebecca left her dad's embrace and turned for the stairs. Her dad's words still weighing heavy on her mind
the promise he had made to her mom
it wounded her. She walked through the kitchen, into the den, and then up the stairs. Sitting by her room door was her backpack
empty and waiting to be filled with the books and binders that she had neglected to organize. She went to work filling it, but there was a pit in her stomach...while her bag grew heavier with the books, her heart grew heavy with the memories of her mom.
Susan Anderson was a beautiful woman and had meant the world to Rebecca. If anyone thought Rebecca was odd, then they could blame it on Susan
because Rebecca certainly took after her mother. Her loss had been a crippling blow to Rebecca, but more than her loss, it had been the manner at which she had been lost. Though the authorities never would admit it or accept it, Rebecca and her father new the truth
Susan Anderson had been attacked by a werewolf.
It was a memory that would forever haunt Rebecca. The day that the beast had attacked their home. It was the first time that she had ever believed monsters could exist. The memories of that low howl
the deafening roar
and then the scream. The scream of her mother was what frightened Rebecca more than anything else. Rebecca had only been 11 years old when the werewolf had killed her mother, and ever since, Rebecca has dedicated herself to hunting down the monsters and supernatural beasts that roam the earth.
Was it for revenge? No
revenge would be too simple an explanation for her actions. When Rebecca learned that it had been a werewolf, her eyes had been opened to the dark world of monsters and demons that stalked the earth
she hunted monsters for the reason that it was in memory of her mother more than for revenge. She knew that hunting the werewolf that had killed her mother would be a waste of time and would probably never be successful. So, when asking the question of "why," the answer be defined by a black and white perspective of revenge or retribution on all monsters. The real answer was so complicated that Rebecca herself didn't fully know her reasons
perhaps one day it would be clearer to her
but all she knew now was that monster hunting was what she loved to do
what she HAD to do
for her mom.
I'll make you proud of me
" Rebecca whispered.