Supernatural

My parents were long since dead. Caught by the hunters and slain before my eyes. Of course the hunters did not know that my sister and I had been hiding in the wardrobe on that day. They were unaware that we children were present, both of us just ten years old. We fended for ourselves from that moment, vowing there and then that one day someone would pay for the loss of the two people we looked up to and respected, who provided us with shelter, knowledge, all that children need. I headed out into the night with my sister, my constant companion, and we made our way through the winding streets, keeping to the back alleys as was our custom. We never strayed onto the main streets; we had learnt to keep to the shadows until we knew we were somewhere safe.