Raven Rider is my name I am a hunter, I hunt evil or what my father thought was evil I did everything he said because to him it was all black and white.
The first time I killed a vampire was when I was 16 my dad had taken me on my first hunting trip and we had bagged a vampire. My dad told me then that all vampires were evil and that they needed to be destroyed, but since those times when I staked that vampire and watched the light go out of her eyes I knew I would never be the hunter my dad wanted to be. That night I dreamed of the vampires begging and pleading to be spared, I could not kill her so my dad took the stake and put it in my hand and made me stake her. Every night since then I have had the same nightmare even thought it was already done and over with, what I did not know that night so long ago would haunt me 4 years later and change my life for the rest of eternity.
I am 20 years old now I live on my own and I work at a restaurant full time I work 3:00pm to closing time which is 12:00am. I get paid enough to keep the place and feed myself, and nothing more. I try to ignore the supernatural world I tried to forget but they did not forget about me. They came for me in the night, in my small 1 bedroom apartment. I had just got off work and undressed out of my uniform and into my big NYPD t-shirt, I heard a outside and I slowly walked out into my living room my hand reaching around the corner to my small table that held my .45. The familiar weight and comfort that one item held was little to none. I slowly turn the corner quickly checking each corner with an efficiency born of practice. The house was clean as far as I could tell, I heard a shrill scream right above me a second something jumped on me. The snarling and the nasty breath told me it was a ghoul, a ghoul is what vampires use to hunt for them to incapacitate their victims for an easy meal, well I am not going to be some vampires chew toy. I braced one arm against its neck and tried to reach my gun with the other, the ghouls spit flying through the air as it snarled and tried to sink its teeth into my arm. A loud bang echoed through the house as a bullet flew out of the gun, and the ghoul slumped on me and a smell like rotten flesh filled the air, I push the dead ghoul off of me and I rose off the floor. Quickly I need to dispose of the body I can't explain to my manager what a ghoul is and why there was a dead thing on my apartment floor. I jammed the ghoul in my large m suitcase, stole a car and buried the sucker and put the car back exactly where I found it. Then I cleaned out my apartment of any evidence me or the ghoul was there. I was time to move on if a ghoul found me the master was not far behind, and I really don't have the time to deal with a blood hunt on me for killing a master vampire. So I leave town and decide to move to another less supernaturally active.