Being a Ghost-Maker means being immortal, having superhuman powers and avoiding direct sunlight. Many people might call us "Vampire", or "Demon". But we are neither, we're more human than both Vampire and Demon. We're able to grow back parts of our body that have been cut off, we can make people sick by releasing some kind of smoke from our mouth, and we can turn that smoke into a weapon. Above all, we have studied long on human emotions, and if we want we can use anyone for our own properties. But don't see us as the bad guys, we are not bad, we are not good, we're part of this world.
You don't get to be a Ghost-Maker as simple as you get to be a Vampire, there are only eight Ghost-Makers around on this little planet, me and my brothers. And we don't like company.
Our lives started in nothing, years before Demons came traveling all over, years before Vampires were ever bread into this world. We lived as humans, ordinary, useless, and yet wonderful, human beings. I can still remember that rush I got when my mom told me a story, when she told legends and smiled as she did. Of course, when you become immortal Family doesn't go with you. She was dead before I ever became what I am now. And about my brothers, they came from different families, but we were pulled together by our destiny, whatever that may be. In our years of living we had many meetings with Demons and Vampires, they never made a big impression. We believed we were gods anyways, bigger than anything in this world.
Back then we still wandered around in the sun, but after many years our eyes weren't able to bury this anymore, and we had to wear all kind of things to avoid direct sunlight.
We haven't lived through time unnoticed, we have played a role in many historical events. We were even there when Alexander died, and I won't tell you how that went, I would be a spoiler for that.
A life as a Ghost-Maker might sound as music in the ears of many, being immortal and stuff. But it's not fun to lose so many people you love because you can't get older, it made some of us drive insane a couple of times. We survived that. It's the fact that we life on one heart at the time, and it doesn't work that long, the longest I've ever lived with a heart was two years, after that we must replace it. The replacing isn't easy, and not pleasant at all. For changing we need an other heart, and it doesn't really matter where it comes from, as long as it's useful. You might think we kill the people we take it from but it goes different. We copy our victims, and take the heart of their copies. Like my brother Mernenco always said: "Touch on the lips, touch on the eye. See her passing by. Oh, my god, she turned twice. Now her happy heart is mine." He was the only one that ever made jokes about it, telling our enemies that we sometimes take the wrong copy.
I don't want to spoil to much on our powers, on the way we are different from humans, demons and vampires. There's not enough space on a paper to tell everything. You'll see as you continue to read my story.
In our years we've done both good and bad, right and wrong. We've been mindless murder and lowlife lovers, cruel criminals and hopeful heroes. But all seemed useless in time, and we became nothing more than a never ending drumbeat. We had killed to survive and we had saved lives. We had fallen in love and tortured innocents. I can't say I'm proud of it, only Vampires would be.
But those days are over, now we're looking for anything to give our lives meaning. It was that sad moment that we went our own ways. The last times we were separated we always found our way back, but this was not forced. I shook the hands of my brothers without crying, but I knew it would be a long time before I ever saw all of them again. Maybe I would run into one of them, but not all at the same time. It wasn't much of a worry, we were immortal, will always be.

I thought my own way would eventually destroy me, and I would go insane not able to reveal my secret to anyone. But I kept on fighting, soon there would be a day when I could tell someone about what I was, and what I was able to do.
I joined a small detective company, which was to my taste not big enough for my ego. But it was enough to start with. It was me, a lost soul back then, James Logan, our boss with his unknown past, and Constance Charm, a wealthy girl who chose to work along with two guys and their view on justice. I had learned to life with humans in my past, but after spending two years with James and Constance I had a different idea.
James was a handsome young man, with a good eye on what was wrong and what was right, although he lost that sometimes. He was smaller than me, and I was quiet small already. His short blond hair was like grass, standing upwards. His eyes were always looking at me as if I had done something wrong, but I knew that he didn't mean it that way. He just gave such a look at anyone. He had a great standard with the local cops, the Los Angeles police district. I never gave it time to learn the name really, I always called them "LA's angels". I don't know why, it must have been Constance that made me use that name. James was really close to "LA's angels", I heard from Constance that he was close to a female officer. I never found out who that was, but he was there a lot. I could only dream of finding a new lover someday, to cure me from all the loneliness.
Constance was someone you might see in movies, she was a beauty, kind and caring, but she never got that back from either one of us. We pretended that she was our pal. It was wrong to act that way when she was around, but we didn't care back then. She had long brown hair and shining blue eyes, like a endless river. I called her a song one day, only she didn't pick it up that good.
I loved working with these people, I began to get used to it, forgetting what I was for moments. The more I did together with James and Constance the more I forgot about my brothers; Kusel, Nigel, Bésuk, Mernenco, Lenco, Hicodel, and Penekius. They most probably had other things on their minds too.
Every day was like new chapter in a police series, we had different things to deal with as we continued to take on chases. From stalkers to murders, and it never bored.

But times change, and the world does too. Because we mostly had no problem with running into the apartments of criminals, we called the cops before we ran in, and they would come by the time we had made that criminal lay on his stomach on the ground, kissing the floor with his dirty mouth. Only, this time was different, I never suspected a Vampire to interfere with our chaises. In two years we were lucky we never ran into demons or vampires, or even witches for that chance. James now had his first meeting with a Vamp, and it became his last. It was also when I used my powers once again, in order for me to save James from being bitten. I killed the bastard, but I was to late to save my boss. How awful it was to kill him with my own hands. I can still remember his face staring at me with still that look, while I held a stake to his heart.
"Wieselle?" He had said to me with amazement.
"I'm sorry, it's for the best." I had told him, without mentioning what he would become if I didn't, he had no idea about the existence of Vampires.
"I feel... what happened... am I..."
Then I pushed the stake through his chest, and he turned to dust in front of my eyes. I tried not to cry, for I had grown so used to his voice, his face, and now the last thing that was left of him was pictures and memories, and the dust on the ground.
But just that became the reason for my first meeting with a vampire with a soul: Angel. I might have heard of him before, but never took it to mind what he was, and what he did. I would find out soon enough.

"Where is that vampire!"
I heard a voice call from a far distance, I finally had the courage to stand on two legs again, and take a deep breath. Hearing that word "Vampire" again was getting me pissed off. I wanted to hear that word never again.
"This way!"
An other voice yelled through the darkness, up ahead they came from. There was nothing to see through the mist on this far end of the docks, I could barely see where James had parked the car before he joined me in the fight against the Vampire. Footsteps were getting closer, and at last a colored man attacked me in the back. It was lucky that he didn't try to stab me with anything sharp, because my secret would be revealed on the spot. Along he came with a big piece of wood, smashing it in on me. It hurt more than I had thought, but it was normal for me to endurance an attack in this kind of way. I could smell that the colored man wasn't demon.
"Gunn, leave him, he isn't the vampire!"
The second voice spoke to the colored man without any emotion.
I Jumped up as soon as the colored man called Gunn let go of my arms and allowed me to stand up.
"What the hell!"
I had yelled with anger, forgetting the fact that I had just lost my friend.
"I'm sorry."
The second man said, he was dressed in a long black coat, and looked more like a movie star than a vampire hunter. He stared at me with an innocent puppy look that I could never fall for.
"That's all you've got to say? Your friend just almost smacked me to dead, and you say sorry!"
I was upset, and heavily exaggerating. No one could kill me, I knew that, they didn't.
"We thought you were someone else."
"A vampire, of course! I really look like one!"
I didn't, I was dressed like I was going out. With clothes on that you would see rock stars wear. Tight pants and a leather coat. I couldn't believe that this person, who ever he was, could mistake me for a Vampire.
"You're standing on it."
I added, pointing at the dust below the man's feet.
Gunn gazed at me with his brownness eyes, I could puke from his macho attitude.
"Angel, we should go!"
Gunn said, to the man with the puppy look. It seemed that he tried to scare me by saying his friend's name, but it didn't work. I had no idea who this Angel person was, but a demon or vampire, if I were one, would have taken off as soon as he heard.
"Sure, leave me, there will be more I guess."
I didn't plan on going with the two vampire hunters, but I say weird and stupid things when I'm not thinking clear. I was thinking of Constance, she had seen us leaving the office just a few hours ago, she had gone home by now, but still hoping everything went right. We were used to call her every time we finished off a chase in the middle of the night, and she would be relieved to hear James' voice. She then always asked to talk to me, to hear if I was doing all right.
Angel looked at me, his eyes filled with sadness. He had read from the place I was standing in and the look in my eyes what had happened.
"Our car is standing around the corner."
He offered, and started to walk towards that corner. I understood and followed, although my mind said no. There was something about the Angel person that I hadn't figured out yet, and that I wanted to know. While we walked towards Angel's car I healed my wounds slowly, no to much, or else it would look like nothing ever happened. That was what I couldn't do with stab wounds, they would heal immediately, even if I didn't want them to. You might think that with my mind, I just mean my feeling about him. But I'm not normal as you've noticed. We're not called Ghost-Makers because we made up that name, but because a wizard once saw what plays a game inside our heads. A ghost, black material from the future that has been send to mess up the past just a little more. I've lived with my ghost for years, I even met the person it belonged too, he was a bad guy, and he got what he deserved. I used to have a name for my ghost, but now I call him 'Geest' which is the dutch word for Ghost. I tried to keep it simple.
I stepped into the car without talking, I wanted to drive away, in James' car wouldn't work. Because I learned driving years and years ago, it's easy for me to forget such things.
"You've lost your friend."
Gunn noticed when Angel started to car, I thought it looked like a mustang, but what did I know about cars?
"It's part of life."
I answered, like it didn't matter to me anymore, while my heart felt heavy.
"But it still hurts."
Angel spoke, his voice was beginning to annoy me, it was so childless and friendly. Something I couldn't except from him for some reason.
"It's like your heart gets ripped apart in all kind of pieces, and you can only cry."
He seemed to know a lot about it, and I couldn't disagree with him. I had lost many people that had been important to me. Lucky I hadn't lost any of my brothers yet. From the words he spoke I had never thought he was a vampire, but that only came clear to me later.