Demon Hunter Lost Memories

By Hope Hopkins

Every few hundred years a Demon Hunter is called to protect the world from unseen forces and Laila Songs so happens to be a Demon Hunter, but she doesn't know it. She sees the strangest things that no one else sees, but she just thinks she watches too many horror movies and eats too many tacos. Laila is like any other 17-year-old girl that is mischievous and makes movie references and falls in love with a boy at her school that she calls James Bond. But in the midst of her falling in love and teasing and laughing at her family, she has strange memories that aren’t her own. Memories that don’t make any sense to her. To top it off, she feels that her family is hiding something from her but she doesn’t know what it is. The school she goes to seems like a giant tombstone, with possible vampires to match. Then she sees a little ten year old girl that always pops up in the most inopportune times, making Laila think she’s walking in the Twilight Zone. There is so many mysteries and unanswered questions. Will Laila be able to figure out these mysteries before it’s too late?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hope Hopkins
• Release date: Mar 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370879557

Hope Hopkins

Hope Hopkins is a home-school graduate, earning her high school diploma from Penn Forster High School. She also has an Associates in Business Administration from the University of Phoenix and studied psychology. Hope is a writer, Instructional Designer/Videographer, artist and musician. In the year 2006 Hope started writing, at first her stories began in drawings, than she started to write short stories, for the longest time she only wrote endings to her stories. Hope started writing after she watched the movie One Night with the King with her mother. She continued to write, but stopped after awhile. In 2009 she picked up writing again never thinking about publishing, she was just writing for the fun of it. Than as more time passed she found Twilight by Stephenie Meyer one Christmas when she was shopping with her mother. Hope was already a fan of vampire stories, so she read Twilight and loved it. She read the whole Twilight series and was further inspired to write more. Check out my website here is the link: http://hopechopkins.com/ And follow me on https://twitter.com/hc_hopkins and google plus: https://plus.google.com/105678323919615625930

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Demon Hunter Lost Memories

By

Hope Hopkins

Text copyright © 2016 by Hope Hopkins

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, events, and places is coincidental.

To all my siblings

For the classic adventures

And the times we fussed over who can watch the Discovery Channel

To the cheese and Oreos that made me sick

But didn’t bother my brother because he has an iron stomach

Good times, good times…

To the Batman and Superman arguments on who was smarter and stronger

To the Twilight story that me and my sister love all too well

And to the awesome kung fu movies me and my sister get hyped about

To the times we all fought over the last two chicken burritos

To my dad for making me wear heels after we watched Miss Congeniality

How I hate heels!

To my mom for making a girl out me

Having me wear a dress while I played baseball kicking up dust

That was the day mom called me by my full name

I’m such a tomboy

Good memories indeed

Without you guys this story wouldn’t have happened

Unknowingly you guys inspired me

Thanks for the memories

And our classic mischievous journey

Table of Contents

New House

Stone Hill High School

Wednesday Night Football

James and Late Night Battles

History Lesson…

Prom

The After Math

Memories of The Past

Parking Lot Battles and Weird Little Girl

~ Is This The End? ~

About the author

New House

I knew this house was bad from the get go. But no, who listens to a 17 year old, who is beautiful by the way in case you are wondering. Okay, so here I am, Laila Songs, what’s up everybody? How you do.

Thank you for reading my story because this is only the beginning… I know that’s deep. I can’t help it that I am so epic, it’s a gift. Anyways, my family and I are moving in this spooky old house that creeps me out. I mean look at it, it is a tall white five story house with a large back yard and a small front yard that has a weird presence to it.

This house does not feel right. Can anyone say the Amityville Horror? I mean come on. I cannot found any history of this house on the internet. For all we know this could be a house of witchcraft or something, or worse, a house of demons! Mmmm... That sounds pretty good, (note to self, remember that name.)

As I get out of the SUV and look up at the house, I feel as though I have walked into the Twilight Zone. I can even hear the theme song playing in my head as I swear I saw something in the upstairs window move slightly.

Dad always said I watch too much TV. I do love Twilight Zone and horror films, and I love action films. Those shows are awesome and now after stating the shows I like, my mind plays tricks on me as I remember all the episodes of Twilight Zone and other shows. I’m not going to get any sleep tonight, and that really sucks because I have school tomorrow. What am I going to do?

As I ponder my fate of losing sleep, I pull out my phone and look for some songs to play to sooth my troubled mind. As I shake my head in frustration because I can’t find the right song, something catches my eye. I look up seeing a little girl looking right at me and no one else. She stands by herself wearing what looked like a white hospital gown. Her eyes are dark like mine and odd enough the girl’s eyes are piercing. She looked to be 10 maybe 11 at best. She is the usual size for a girl her age with long black hair, full lips and coffee skin. It’s strange, the girl looks familiar but I don’t know where I’ve seen her.

Laila, mom called. I turn to look at her. What’s up mom?

Come on baby, I need your help.

Okay, I’m coming. I turn to look back at the little girl but she’s gone.

What the heck? That’s strange.

As I walk towards mom, my crazy brothers whom I love come out of the car. Their names are Freddy, Frank and Henry and all they do from dusk till dawn is argue their heads off until they wear their selves out. I wear my own self out as I watch them argue, growing tired of their heated discussions. And get this, just as a reminder, this is no joke, if you throw a penny on the ground and they see it, Freddy, Frank and Henry will argue for hours about the penny not falling right on the ground. It should have fell two quarters to the left instead of the right.

Yeah, I know it’s crazy, but true. Even right now they are looking for something to argue about as mom and pop shake their heads because this happens a lot. Oh and by the way my brothers are triplets and they are nineteen years old. They are not identical but you can tell they’re brothers.

And now here are my two sisters, Jessica who is the oldest. She’s twenty-one and thinks she knows it all while thinking she’s the bomb at the same time. She’s tall and slim, having the figure of coke cola bottle. She’s beautiful and knows it, striding out on the sidewalk like it’s a runway for models as invisible cameras take pictures. Yeah, I know, I’m wrong for that.

Anyways, moving on, my other sister Karen, who is not here right now, is a year older than me. She’s super quiet and shy but has a good heart. She doesn’t talk to anybody but me, and I am very protective of her, always watching out for her.

Karen and I are the most filled out sisters, having some meat and potatoes on us, figuratively speaking of course. But we have more meat on our bones than Jessica, who eats one cheerio for breakfast and a sorry side salad that is so bland I just want to throw it away and scream at her.

Anyway moving on again, night has fallen. We have moved in this creepy house, still having more of our stuff to move in while my stomach growls. I look at my three brothers outside as I bring in my bag. They are arguing right now over a box that no one wants to pick up because it’s a little heavy. Right there, that is going to be a 30 minute argument.

I roll my eyes and head towards the house. As I enter the house I see Jessica on her cell phone talking to her friends about her starting her new classes in college. I think this is her second year in college. My brothers are getting ready to go to college also, trying to figure out what school and what field they want to major in. They should major in politics or become lawyers because they have such big mouths.

Jessica wants to be a designer and future model, surprise, surprise. I bet you didn’t see that coming. All kidding aside, though what I said is true, Jessica is majoring in journalism because she is so dang nosy like Lois Lane.

Karen wants to be a nurse like mom so she is currently going to nursing school right now, so she will probably be home in an hour. Jess and Karen made arrangements to find schools to go too when we all moved to St. Louis Missouri. Me and the rest of my siblings live with our parents, mom and pop said that we all can stay at home as long as we want, home is always a safe place to fall and come to. That is what mom and pop always said to us kids. My mother and father Allen and Sarah are awesome parents, my father (pop as I like to call him) is a security guard and my mother is a nurse. Mom and pop have always had a lot of patients with us and give us the opportunity to express ourselves, which we all appreciate.

I look all around the inside of the house which is way bigger than it looked outside. This house is unusually dark inside and all the lights are on. There is a medieval chandelier up high on the ceiling staring down at me.

I notice there are candles burning on top of the chandler right now by the light bulbs. Okay, that’s odd. Why in God’s name is there candles right beside the light bulbs? This isn’t ancient times and who put the candles up there and lit them?

I looked all around the room and see a mass array of candles suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

What the heck is going on? I say out loud as I continue to see candle after candle, noticing that I am the only one in the house now.

Where is Jessica? I just saw her a second ago.

Welcome Laila… a voice called out to me, catching me completely off guard as I jump back, searching for the voice.

Who’s there?! I say trying to stay calm, but it’s hard. The voice chuckled and said, I am the master of this house.

Okay, what the heck is happening? This is my family’s house, we just bought it, I say, still looking around, trying to find out whose voice this is. Then it hit me, it had to be Freddy, Frank and Henry playing one of their stupid games on me again.

Oh Laila, you silly girl, I’m not your brothers, the voice said as my eyes widen. This master of the house knows what I’m thinking? Everything about this house is off, but this right here just takes the cake!

Whoever this master is, I could hear him walking towards me, yet I couldn’t see him. You don’t even know who you are, do you Laila? the voice hissed in disgust.

What do you mean? I’m a teenage girl and nothing more, I say, then I give myself a mental slap, who the heck am I talking to and why am I talking to someone who isn’t here?!

Oh Laila, you are so much more than just a regular teenage girl, the voice said as I hear a sword being taken out of a place that sounded as old as time itself.

My heartbeat rings in my ears as my eyes search all around the room, trying to locate this man but couldn’t find him.

It’s time that I, the master of this house, takes your life because you do not even deserve this life or the next, the voice said in a hushed tone so quiet I had to strain my ears to hear.

I can hear the master’s steps again and I also hear his sword being swung in the air, yet I couldn’t see it.

My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my chest as I struggle to breathe because I know what ever this Being is before me is going to take my life. Fear grips me, leaving me frozen in place.

As the blade comes for me, my mother steps out and said, Laila. I turn around to look at her and suddenly all the candles disappear as though they were never here. The candles on the chandelier are gone. The living room that was once dark was now full of light. The master of this house has vanished.

Mom? I say as I turn back around to look in front of me, but I saw nothing nor did I feel a presence I felt just a second ago.

Laila, is something wrong? Mom asked me as I look back at her with panicked eyes, trying to hide my alarm.

Laila, are you alright? Mom asked me, as I tried to breathe. Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I have asthma.

Laila baby, look at me, mom said calmly as I stare at her, trying to focus on her voice. Remember what I told you before, just take a deep breath and exhale slowly, okay?

I nod my head as I search my pockets franticly for my inhaler. I took deep breaths as I close my eyes, trying to calm down. I could feel my heart beat slow down and beat the regular heart rate, while my breathing becomes normal.

When I was a child I used to have asthma attacks all the time or so I was told because I don’t remember. Now that I think about it, certain parts of my childhood I don’t remember