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In the Land of Gods and Monsters
I was an Angel

Working as a Bartender has its perks because she can basically make her own drink without having to pay, at least if her supervisor doesn’t find out, though Andrea would care less. If she wanted a drink, nobody was going to stop her from getting one, but she isn’t a heavy drinker, though she is not a stranger to alcohol. Drinking and smoking are pretty much the only two things to keep her in check, otherwise she would be a complete wreck, and by wreck, she would be unemotional, rude, or irritable, at least more often than she was now. The only reason whys he drinks was because she was a hunter, and being a hunter means a lot more than what an average person may believe in because she doesn’t hunt ducks in the marsh or deer in the forest. Andrea hunts the things that go underneath your bed at night, or drags you into a back alley to drain you of your blood.

The job of being a hunter was stressful enough, but the lifestyle was also a killer because she never truly settles down. Maybe, she will be in New York for a few months before picking up and leaving to the next state when she catches ear of monster activity. Andrea comes to states where supernatural activity are off the charts, which is good enough reason for a lot of hunters to show up, but to her surprise she would be lucky to see just one hunter. Although, there are many places where supernatural activity maybe high, though New York was just the closes to her because she would want to drive or fly all the way to California just to find out the issue had been solved already. Besides, hunters are that heavily communicated with other hunters, maybe if they are a family with close friends may know ahead of time, but mostly hunters are on their own.

Andrea has been on her own for almost all her life, especially when she was Colombia, she was raised by her parents, but pretty much she did her own thing. She never knew her family were hunters until she moved to America, where life literally turned upside down. Andrea’s uncle, Ramon, taught her the arts of the hunt, but he did it in steps, like making her finish school, taking gymnastics, and self0defence classes. Andrea was a trained hunter before she even found out that there was such thing as the supernatural world, and the only thing she needed to complete her training was to know how to shoot a gun, which is what she is known best for.

Truthfully, Andrea enjoys hunting, what she doesn’t enjoy is to live her life alone, fearing that someday a vampire or something would come in the night and kill her lover. Andrea wants to be able to protect those she loves, but she can’t do that if being there with them puts them in danger. All the more reason why she has had many flings in her life, though one in particular she has had multiple run ins with and he was a hunter just like her. Jackson Crane, an interesting man he was, Andrea wasn’t much into him, but every time she sees him she would remember that he never called her back the first time they were together. Most of Andrea’s flings end in a good note, but Jackson wasn’t that type of fling because usually the guys would call Andrea the next day, and she would pick up, though eventually she would ‘break up’ with them. Jackson, broke up with Andrea before she could even do it to him because he never picked up the phone to call her, which kind of hurt her pride a bit.

Every time she spent the night with Jackson, she would pray she would never see him again, or at least hope to never see him again. Although, it’s like the universe is against her because she would eventually see that man again, and later she finds herself in a motel bed with him. Jackson being here tonight asking for another round was just not what she had planned for the rest of her night, hell she didn’t even wanted to be bothered. All she wants now is to have a drink and chill for the night, not spending it with Jax in a bed. “Fuck Jax!” Andrea said as she yelled at him, before he stalked off yelling back at her,” Well fuck you too!”. People at the bar started looking at her but she didn’t give a damn,” Problemo?” Andrea rolled her eyes and picked up a rag, then started washing the counter.

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Living in the Garden
Of Evil

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