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1657-CPOV

Father took me to work the very next morning and introduced me to his workers. They told their job was to capture vampires, werewolves and witches. I was worried how this would end and yet the thought intrigued me.

They showed me the hatch under the barn where they stored all the stakes and silver knives as well as giving me a key.

"How can you tell that someone is a vampire or a witch?" I asked, worried that father would have another unexpected outburst, he seemed so prone to.

"Wait until we are down son," He said as he lead me down into the darkened hole. There were stakes, and knives on all walls, along with sharp bows and swords. I was worried to go any deeper just in case something unexpected fell from the wall onto me.

"Carlisle, come over here, please." Father said, as I walked towards a small unit. "This is where we store the best things. When I am gone, this will all belong to you and the council will be coming to ask you for advice and other needs that they must to to protect the town." I looked down at what he held and noticed a particularly sharpened stake, he held in his hands.

"This will be yours. You must keep it with you at all times but let nobody see it, If they do, they may report you to them and they will know that you are out to get them. That is the one thing that you must avoid at times like these."

"Do I have to take it to school as well?" I asked, worried about what my tutors would think if they saw it or the other school boys.

"Of course you do, you don't want to be walking food for them do you. You must understand the risks Carlisle."

Mother called us then and we both returned to the house, I was about to enter the house when father stopped me.

"Don't mention one word to your mother, she knows little about this and I think its best we keep it that way, women shouldn't be brought into matters such as this." I disagreed secretly but nodded my head anyway in agreement before crossing the threshold to the house.

1657 CPOV

It had been almost 3 months since father had decided to train me to fight the supernatural. At first I was uncomfortable with the idea and I wasn't sure if father was simply mad, but now I seemed to see the world from a different perspective. Father had begun to train me up almost immediately and I was now trained in the art of Stake-throwing.

Father began to set me extra studying and had forced me to leave school to accompany him, the best I could.

It would be a lie to suggest that I wasn't enjoying it and I couldn't help but become eager to start the hunt that began at 7pm tonight. I had been given specialists clothes that had garlic, in crested in the seams and whilst it didn't smell great, father had assured me that it would protect me if all else failed.

I wasn't particularly worried, after all, I was a 15 year old man and I could do almost anything.

"Carlisle, Mayor is here to see us, and we must be going. Collect your things." I quickly grabbed my stake from the table and shoved it into the small rucksack before I flung it over my back and headed out the door.

"Stay close son." He said as we moved around the carriage and climbed in the back. When the horse began to move, I looked through the darkness, hoping to see something I could target.

We arrived at a small clearing where we met up with another 7 people, each dressed almost identically and we were all handed a flame.

"Ah, I see you brought Carlisle with you." a beefy man said, as he moved over next to me.

"How are you doing boy? You nervous?" I stared at the man before shaking my head

"I am ok thank you, sir and no I am not nervous."

"You've got yourself a strong boy there," He said, looking back to father and we all began to walk through the night. There was a man, we began to approach and suddenly were were all running, flame held high.

The man at the front sprayed something that seemed to shoot towards the running figure and it fell to the ground.

"Father, what's that?" I asked, looking down at the person who had an arrow through his head. To me, he simply looked like an ordinary person.

"He was a witch son, You must analyse him and notice why ." I looked down but all I saw was a panicked looking old man, looking, dead, right at me.

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