Prologue

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! YOU CRAZY BITCH!"

The piece of shit parasite screamed in agony as I plunged a silver coated stiletto into its neck. It screamed louder and thrashed its head around trying to dislodge the knife. The blade soon has smoke arising from around the entry wound as it charred the dead flesh it penetrated.

"Do you like my special knife?"

I say with false glee as I pick up another blade from the tray to my right.

"There is a hollow chamber in the blade where I can store liquids, such as holy water. It quite a tool to hunt."

I took this knife and pinned its arm through the skin and bone to the steel chair. It was gross how silver cut through vamp flesh like butter.

"PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" It cried struggling to free itself.

"I don't quite believe that Warren." I said with a smile.

Horror dawned on his face. It was about damn time. I thought getting sick to my stomach. I'm getting to good at this.

"I know all about you and your nest." I spit the last word out.

"Seventeen murders, eight turnings, and harboring important information from a lethal opponent. You're in deep shit." I lean in closer.

"Now, I will ask again." Its pale face lacerated and smeared with its dead blood. I look into its dull red eyes capturing its complete and full attention. "Who is Bloody Mary? Last chance."

The vampire went quiet. I noticed it started to chew in its bottom lip. That small action unnerved me. It was too human.

"Times up." I pull out a thirteen inch thin metal cylinder from its sheath clipped around my thigh. On it there is a skull and crossbones sigil.

"WAIT!" It cried. My thumb hover over the sigil. "Yes?" No answer. "I'm listening."

And Warren told me.

My hopes dropped a bit.

He didn't have the info I wanted. But in hindsight that would have been too easy. Instead he leaked the names of a couple of fangsters who had a hand in a few missing people. He said if I find him then I'll be a step closer to the Bloody Bitch's people. And then her.

I jotted the information down on a tiny pocket composition notebook I pulled from my jacket pocket with a tiny pen.

"Now kill me quickly!" It pleaded.

I complied as I swiped the sigil with the pad of my thumb and it glowed.

"What is that?" Cold realization hit Warren the Sucker like a ton of bricks.

"Oh God no, please no. Nooooooo!"

I swung the now six foot rod at him one handedly. The curved four foot blade protruding at the end sliced through its neck smoothly. There was a moment of silence until the cut flesh slowly slid off the neck stump and fell forward landing in its lap. I stepped forward after putting away the scythe and closed the dead vampire's eyes. I could barely handle torture but the eyes of the dead will forever haunt me.

"Warren Blake."

I muttered to myself as I dug into my jackets hidden pocket and flipped to a page in the notebook and started writing.

Aged 17.

Born August 9th, 1995.

Death, March 1st 2012.

Final Death, December 17th, 2013."

Afterwards I packed up my tools into a black duffle I had set aside earlier telling myself that ill clean them later. Which I probably won't. Eventually, but not anytime soon.

I looked back to the body and sighed. Can't leave evidence. First rule I learned. Which is mighty handy that Bic lighters are so cheap and suckers catch fire better than that fire starter shit.

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"What the hell is this?" A voice growled. Several others shouted over the loss of their brother in the flames. "WARREN!" A female fell to her knees sobbing black tears.

A tall figure parted the grieving nest and walked towards the engulfed warehouse building. It only had a few minutes before the fire department arrived on scene. Its red eyes combed through the flames for the symbol he was told would be there. And before his eyes a black symbol appeared. It was circular in shape with a skull and cross bone design. Under it was a message.

YOU'RE NEXT

"The Reaper."

The fledgling whispered.

The nest stared in horror as they saw the emblem appear.

Their maker snarled at his nests fear and raked his talon like nails through the emblem. It hissed when the flames ate at his dead flesh. The emblem dissipated into the orange.

"Quinn, what are we going to do?" Someone asked.

Quinn glared at the building. "We will avenge Warren. The Reaper will pay."