Death Tracker

By Casey-lee Abbott, dedicated to my mummy coz I love her… and my sams! And my baby, josh! Love you guys!!!

There was a shift in the tide…

I was ready…

The sun was rising…

Time for me to go…

As a creature of the night you become aware of the distant cries of the animals or humans being ripped apart, shredded.

The smell of putrid agonies, even the small attempt of lies could not help this town.

How hard is it to savour a thirst?

For me I stuck to the small animals, and occasionally a goat or a cow would send my taste spinning.

It was disgusting yes but as for the farmers i was like a vulture to a corpse making it hard for me to be taken seriously.

Jeff didn't care about these things, he was a born hunter.

I had to change that.

This wasn't our world anymore we had to be grateful not to be shunned totally from it.

Although we did like to watch them squirm and ail (yes we did play with our food) and we did like to see their little frightened faces as we sunk our teeth deep into their warm pink flesh.

But the thirst of a humans blood was strong, almost unbearable.

Like choking on a bone, or getting split open with a blunt knife.

But we held our tongues and swallowed our thirst for maybe we needed humans as much as they now needed us.

As mortals they must be afraid, but its all in the brain, we aren't afraid of a stake, or fucking garlic, we don't have hard out stupid looking fangs, and we don't bite to draw blood, we make a small incision to the vein and take as much as we can then let the humans go and by the way, sunlight doesn't kill us its actually rather nice.

Animals however, well I guess we do get hungry, we do need to eat.

So I guess we are more human than people think, you guys mostly always eat each other alive.

As for our FBI skit, we have the eyes ears and noses for death, plus I needed to get to the bottom of something…

It was always just the two of us.

The Vampyre and the Warryn.

Or to you I guess the Vampire and the Werewolf.

And so it begins……….