"CARLISLE!"
My head snapped up, soon followed by the rest of my body. I walked to my door and out into the hallway. My father stood there and waited for me to answer to him. Even old and stooped with age, leaning on his walking stick, he still managed to strike respect into my heart. I bowed my head and answered him.
"Yes, Father?"
"The McCray's are still acting quite odd if you ask me. Have you thought to accuse them yet?"
"No, Father. The McCray's can come out during the day and do not have red eyes. They cannot be monsters. They must be worried about something or other." I saw the disappointment in his eyes. He would have accused first and wondered if they really were evil later. I knew he did not like the way I conducted the hunts for monsters. I just did not like seeing the innocent being burned. So much life is wasted.
"Carlisle," my father interrupted my little reflection. "I do not think you are made to lead these hunts. You will not prosecute until you have all the facts and while you are gathering them people are dying. Maybe I should place someone else-"
"Father," I quickly interrupted him. I did not want to be a disappointment to my father, but I still refused to take away human life needlessly. A monster's life however... "I am conducting a hunt tonight. I was just organizing it. The people are meeting me at the sewers entrance. I think I have found a coven of true vampires." I was certain in my facts. While walking home from gather facts about the McCray's I had seen a man emerge from the sewers. I was curious until I saw his eyes. The deep crimson, almost a black, had haunted my dreams the past few nights.
"Really, now. That is good. Make sure you have your torch and remember to burn anything infected by the monster."
"Of course, Father." I took a quick glance out of one of the windows. Twilight was just ending. The monsters would be out soon. "I shall take my leave now, Father. The people are probably waiting for me." With that, I turned to leave. Just as I reached the door to the outside world, my father's voice stopped me.
"Good luck, my son." I turned back around to see him smiling at me, pride showing in his eyes. I finally had the approval of my father. I smiled back before turning quickly and leaving.