I turned. A noise from the distance had set my eardrums alight. It had only been soft, and it didn't sound like any animal to me, at least not an animal in the conventional sense of one. It wasn't heading towards me, though, like you'd think. It was running away, at an alarming speed. It was scared. It wouldn't be hard for me to catch up & plan my attack, I was a hunter, after all, and I had just locked onto my prey. It wasn't going to be an easy catch; this one had been around for a while. It knew the territory, it knew how to stay safe, and it knew how to elude a hunter. But it wasn't expecting someone as attuned to it as I was. My name was Thomas Blade, and I hunted the supernatural. However, I wasn't just any hunter, I had a hidden advantage; I was part vampire, and part werewolf. I was a hybrid.

The leaves rustled around me as I ran, I had the added advantage of being able to see everything as I blurred through nature around me. None of my prey ever got away, that way nobody ever found out what I was. I was like the silent bat in the night; nobody knew I was there until I wanted them to know about me, and I only wanted to know if it was their turn to go. I blended into the world around me, pretending to be someone I wasn't. It was important to find a balance between the supernatural and the natural; you couldn't go missing for days on end and not have a suitable explanation. People would start asking questions, and if you didn't have answers, they started investigating. That was where it had to stop.

I stopped slowly behind a tree, and I found the 'man' that I had been tasked at finding. He looked relaxed; no doubt certain that he had eluded me. I ran gracefully and quiet, while still being faster than most supernatural beings. Any vampire, or even werewolf, could be trained to run quietly, it was a necessity if you wanted to sneak up on your prey. It was a necessity if you ever wanted to elude someone hunting you. It should be lesson one for a werewolf, and lesson two when it came to a vampire. Vampires should always first be taught how to resist the smell of blood; they should be able to control their thirst. They shouldn't be a danger to the world around them unless they decide to be. Most importantly of all, neither species should come anywhere near close to revealing themselves. That was the point where he was called. He was like supernatural law enforcement, and he had the biggest secret of all.

But enough was enough, it was growing close to night time, and that made his werewolf side a lot harder to keep in check. He wouldn't be able to hunt a vampire and be able to stop his wolf body from bursting out of his skin, and he wasn't in control when that happened, he could quite possibly destroy and entire village if he didn't keep that side of him in check. He approached the man in front of him, and he slipped his arms around his throat in a quick movement, it would be easy to snap his neck right then. He suddenly felt tight hands constrict around his own, and he was thrown into the tree that he had been hiding behind. He heard a soft chuckle as his ears began to ease the ringing. He watched as the man approached him. He didn't know what happened next; he passed out before he could respond at all. The same question thundered through his head; "how?".