My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. You must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me or Bampira or warer mga lobo or shape- shifters or witches. You see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it or I'm dead. sa pamamagitan ng law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and kill Bampira yet I have to follow their laws.
I hadn't always been a vampire hunter. Suprisingly enough my best friend was a vampire. His name was Jake. That was until a vampire killed my mother, father, and sister in their sleep. It was one of the few nights I stayed over Jake's house. I entered my house the susunod morning to find mysister completly drained in our kama room. It was the same way with the rest of my family. I was only 6 years old and an orphan. I ran to my neighbors who called the police. That was the araw stopped talking to Jake and the susunod araw he mover away. I haven't seen him since.
Oh and one madami thing. I'm blind. I can see auras around people and mga kulay but I can't see shapes or designs. That's what my mga kaibigan and family are for. I wasn't born blind but hunting Bampira was bound to harm me some how. I was hunting a vampire one night and he stabbed me wit ha needle filled with poison. Once again I repeat loveley isn't it.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. You must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me or Bampira or warer mga lobo or shape- shifters or witches. You see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it or I'm dead. sa pamamagitan ng law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and kill Bampira yet I have to follow their laws.
I hadn't always been a vampire hunter. Suprisingly enough my best friend was a vampire. His name was Jake. That was until a vampire killed my mother, father, and sister in their sleep. It was one of the few nights I stayed over Jake's house. I entered my house the susunod morning to find mysister completly drained in our kama room. It was the same way with the rest of my family. I was only 6 years old and an orphan. I ran to my neighbors who called the police. That was the araw stopped talking to Jake and the susunod araw he mover away. I haven't seen him since.
Oh and one madami thing. I'm blind. I can see auras around people and mga kulay but I can't see shapes or designs. That's what my mga kaibigan and family are for. I wasn't born blind but hunting Bampira was bound to harm me some how. I was hunting a vampire one night and he stabbed me wit ha needle filled with poison. Once again I repeat loveley isn't it.
I don't talk about this on a sheet
I want to everybody see
What you do of me
I'm become a princess
with a knight who not fearless
I want to watch a cloudless sky
because my puso and my eyes cry
Chorus
It is what I want
It is what I need
And never other thing
that the pag-ibig which I want
The only thing I know
It's I'm better when you are
Near to me, did you know?
And I want that you are
Chorus
It's like
I have a kutsilyo in my back
It's like
I don't can stay in the black
Without what I want
Without what I need
Chorus x3
You're all I want
I'll be what you need
And ever other thing
If it's what you want
People say bulaklak are beautiful.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once you get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid or a sunflower.
I may not be a rose or an iris.
I'm madami of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
They're beautiful, that's true.
They also provide oxygen for us.
People say weeds are ugly.
They apparently have no value,
Nor do they deserve to live.
I'm not talking weeds that grow in the garden.
I'm talking about wild plants.
Well, weeds are flowers, too.
Just give them a chance.
Once you get to know them, they're amazing.
They can be just as pretty as flowers.
I may not be an orchid or a sunflower.
I may not be a rose or an iris.
I'm madami of a dandelion.
I may be a weed, but I'm not so bad.
Give me half a chance. I'm pretty neat.
So, weeds are flowers, too.
Get to know them. They're pretty great.
I will remember you always.
Will you remember me?
That is a tanong for you to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
You will always be in my heart.
For I know that you will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
Will you remember me?
That is a tanong for you to answer,
And not me.
I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.
Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
You will always be in my heart.
For I know that you will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.
All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every minuto of it
Is in my heart.
I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.
