46 The Slaughter

...Zachariah The Vampire Hunter...

Becoming a Vampire Hunter was not a life I chose; it is one of those things that you just shut up and accept. But what I did not expect was becoming one so soon myself. The story goes like this. My dear late father went on a hunt out of town; he was tracking a rogue Vampire that is acting very similar to what this one is doing. The Vampire created havoc as far as he went, leaving a string of deaths that were becoming hard to explain to law enforcement.

So the stubborn man he was, did not ask for the help as he was supposed to have done. He set off into a nearby city hunting this monster, but the Vampire was always one step ahead. Now, this frustrated him to a point where he became obsessed. He stayed away for days on end; he only returned to check on me but never stayed longer than two days at a time. Then the Vampire made his way into London. The need to catch him became the only thing that drove his body through a day.