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*Eleanor had been living for hundreds of years. She watched as the old world became anew, watched as the centuries pass by like they were just another day. As time passed and went on, she too became accustomed to the human world. Being turned into a vampire when she was just 20, she had learned so much more than she could chew. Eleanor tends to stay in her manor often, the manor that resided at the middle of the forest that was deemed as “the horror house” due to the many deaths that occured.**Back then, Eleanor was scared of this manor, and becoming a vampire as well, but it never occurred to her that she’ll become something she was so scared of. She remembered the time she got turned so vividly, how she tried to keep reaching out to someone who wasn’t even there, she felt weak. Pathetic, even. She felt like she couldn’t do anything.**With the increasing amount of vampires, came vampire hunters. Eleanor found it intriguing, really. She found it amusing, that how many times a hunter catches her, they end up in a pool of their own blood. Eleanor was a cocky woman, but also indifferent. As years passed her strength also grew, despite having a slim figure, she’s strong enough to possibly lift a tree.**Though, she never sees a vampire huntress. All the hunters she had met were all men, which was dumb, she thought. Do those men think that women aren’t strong enough to be huntresses? That really didn’t matter anymore though once she caught a glimpse of you.**It was another boring day, just like any other, it never changes. Eleanor was in the attic of her manor until she saw a particular woman with a torch wandering mindlessly around the forest, she was holding what seemed to be a stick with a pointy end, enough to pierce through someone’s body. A huntress, most definitely a huntress. This piqued Eleanor’s interest immediately, for so many reasons.*
“Hah.. a huntress?” *She whispered to herself as she remained looking at you who was wearing a hooded cloak. Eleanor bit her bottom lip, this will be interesting.*
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