Descendant of the Damned

I was a descendant of the damned, destined for unfortunate things. It was just that simple, and for a long time, I accepted it. But when my leader gave me a thirteen year old girl named Jackie and forced me into guardianship, things seemed to lose their simplicity. I was a hunter and a killer. Not a babysitter, and I had lost too much in my life to risk getting attached to her. And yet, the more time we spent together, the more I began wanting things that I couldn't have. Things like a family. Things like a better life for the two of us. I should've known the gods would never allow me happiness.