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The past slayer

Being me is a full time job. (love that sentence) From Slaying vampires to going to school. I do it all. How? I don't know. It's like a disese. disease Being me of course. But this does not spread from one person to another. This is what I'm thinking of when I'm slaying. Weird I know. It's not like I can trade this job for a normal one. Can I? Nope.
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I'm Genica Swanson. Past Slayer. Every Slayer has their own title to call their own. Mine is being the Past Slayer. Ouch. I just woke up and my mind is already racing. I drank the cups on the bedside table greedily. Slaying always left me that way.
Look at your tenses here. You've gone from present to past.
I rubbedrub the back of my head where I could feel stiches. What happened? I can't remember how I got here. My clothes are on, so that's a good sign. I strode out of the old hut into an achingly fimilarfamiliar cemtery. Why did I remember being the slayer and nothing else? Weird.

I traced the lines of the stiches and sighed. Why can't I remember anything? At least I remember my name. An elderly man with a shovel stood facing a grave. I strodeused this twice(choose something else) toward him carefullyavoid adverbs ending in ly. I bet he's the caretaker. He gave me a friendly glance.
Split dialogue on new lines when a new person speaks. Note the punctuation marks.
"Morning. How's your head?" He he asked.

"Hurts like heck (no need for a space here), but I'll survive. Who are you?" I asked. we already know it's the past slayer speaking
"Austin Glory. Who might you be?" He said.
I instantly trusted this man. "Genica Swanson. Past slayer. How did I get here?" I told him.
"I found you passed out by this grave." He waved with one (hand?)towards the grave he was looking at. I read the headstone and gasped. It read 'Glory Swanson'. I was passed out by my old headstone? i don't understand that Double weird.

"Family member?" He guessed.
"No....me in a past life." I told him the truth. He was taken back by my response. this is telling.
"Past life?! Wow that's why...." He his voice trailed off.
"What?" I asked hoping to jog my memory.telling
"Nothing. Your motorcycle is over there by the tree."
I looked and there was a sleek black motorcycle with my slayer symbol. With the delicate lines and traces, I have no doubt that this is mine. I touched my bike softly as energy flooded into my whole body. So this the bike I used to get here. One mystery solved, several more presented I don't understand this.
"Thanks for everything. May the vampires have mercy on you." I gave a casual salute and swung onto my bike. I gunned the engine and sped out of the cemetery.

Had I faced a vampire last night? Yes I think I did. I probed my memories as if it were an aching tooth. A ten year old girl that looked like me flashed through my memories. My sister. My little sister, Penn Swanson. What had happened??? too many questions to self

A bit of a confusing story, because of how it's laid out. Remember to always start a new line when a new person speaks and you don't need so many tags. I'm also concerned about all the questions he asks himself and the way you keep moving from one tense to the other.

In context your tenses should be present and then past perfect for the flashback, then back to present again.

A good job, loved that first line.
Well done. Keep at it.
Wendy

You've given yourself a good foundation from which to start this tale. You also imply a whole lot, and give the readers a ton of questions you can eventually answer. Nice start!