I had been hunting for years. My brother had taught me, his only real sister, how to hunt. He was my idol, my hero, my world. One night, however, I had to of been 10 or so in human years, I woke to the smell of smoke. Getting out of bed and I found that the smell was from outside my room. As a hunter I should have been fearless, but I was about 10 hours so sorry Wes as fearless as I had hoped.
Making my way out of my bedroom, I found that the smoke was coming from my brother's room. There was a side table that sat under mirror 2 feet from me. Creeping over to it, I pulled out its only drawer in retrieved a 9 mm pistol that my brother had hidden. I stopped my way, with pistol raised, to my brother's room.
But the time I got to the door, the hold was extremely hot. Reaching out for the door handle, I quickly came to realize that the handle was damn hot. Retracting my hand from the handle I steadied my gun and kicked down the door. The hunter in me had decided to come out finally. However, my barefoot was now in pain from the hot door, and maybe a few splinters.
To my horror, I brother's room was on fire. The stench of burning flesh filled the air. There was a silhouette of a man standing at the foot of my brother's bed. He turned at the sound of my happy yet confused gasp. I had thought it to be my brother, but when I saw the golden yellow eyes I knew it was a demon. This care child part of me kicked in causing me to flee from the house. I ran out of my childhood house and down the street. There was only one place I knew of that I would be safe at.
I arrived, and I say he then at about 3 PM of the next day. I knew the way there by heart. The only thing I worried about was him not being home. Walking up to the front door, I knocked as hard as I could. After about 5 min. of knocking, my beloved uncle Bobby answered. He looked pissed that someone had the nerve to wake him. Once he realized who was at his door he stepped aside and let me in.
I explained everything that happened to my brother. It hasn't sunk in yet, so the tears were not on the existent. Taking me into his arms, he insisted that I live with him. Having no other family, I didn't have much of a choice. Then again, but it was my only family now. Mother had left me after birth, I was an only child now, and my father was nowhere to be found. So Bobby was the next best thing to family I had.
It's been years since then. I'm now 33 and he mean years and a damn good hunter. But he is taking care me in at first didn't want me hunting. It wasn't until one night when a demon showed up to attack Bobby that he decided to teach me more on hunting. I is saving his life was a good indicator that I knew the basics well.
I was just claiming into my 1969 Ford Mustang fastback when I got the call. Bob you wanted me to go to Colorado to hunt down a vampire. With a light growl, I told him the same thing I always said," consider it done Bobby." I then headed off.