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I walked up to the cemetary as they just finished burying the body. I sighed to myself and shook my head. It was only too familiar. The burns were no doubt there, the blood that filled the crime scene, the closed-casket... It was all too similar to be a coincidence.

"Goddamn vampires." I muttered to myself. It was because of them that another life was taken, another young, innocent life. So small... A solitary tear broke through the unseen dams that had been built in my eyes over time. I took a deep breath and calmed my spinning emotions. I needed to give the boy's parents the closure that they would never have otherwise, but I also needed to put on a brave face for them. I, of all people, knew how hard saying goodbye was. Especially to the baby you'd raised and watched bloom. No one should have to say goodbye to that. I slowly walked towards the family with a boquet of assorted flowers. I kept my gaze on them the whole way. When I reached the family in mourning, they turned to me with questioning gazes. I asked to speak with the parents in private, and the teenaged red-headed girl turned and went to go comfort another girl with dark skin and a black headband.

I cleared my throat and met the broken gazes of the grieving parents.

"My name is Jordan. But most call me Slade. I... I'm sorry, let that be the first thing I say. I'm terribly sorry for what happened. But I also need you to know something vital. I know what happened to your son." I told them. Their eyes went from confused to anxious and somewhat frightened. Before they could beg for me to tell them, I went on.

"Your son has been a victim to hideous creatures that shouldn't exist. ...Do you believe in... The paranormal?" I asked of them, and had the situation at hand not been this dire or depressing, the pair would've laughed. They hastily nodded and I took that as a hint to go on. I nodded and continued.

"Right. That's good. But, not in this case. Your son was attacked by a... Vampire. They thirst for blood and have no emotion or morals towards others. They use humans as snacks, and they are nothing more, in their eyes. That was why there was so much blood where he was attacked, he was bitten and killed by a vampire. I've seen this before... all of it. From the crime scene to the fact that this was closed-casket. It's all happened before. There's... nothing that you can do for him now... But I felt that you had a right to know what really happened to him." I finished my speel and bowed my head.

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Maddie looked at the man in shock as Jack stood there dumbstruck, his mouth ajar. The mother didn't want to believe this man, but being a paranormal scientist, in her mind it all made sense. Except one thing.

"H-how do you know all of this?" She questioned. The man flinched and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He'd been trying to avoid this turn of conversation, but he had to tell them; or they wouldn't believe him. He pulled out his wallet and tenderly drew out a picture, he looked at it for a few seconds before deciding that the emotion was too much and he handed it over to Maddie.

On the picture was a smiling girl of about seven years old. She had bright chocolate eyes and long auburn hair that was pulled into two low pigtails just below her ears. She smiled and waved exitedly at the camera. She had a thin, pale face and an infectious smile. The man continued to look at the ground as he spoke.

"Her name was Katherine. Sh-She was my daughter. Nearly five years ago, she met the same fate as your son..."

"And then the dragon became best friends with the knight. And they went on many long adventures together. The end." The man just finished telling the small girl a bedtime story. She was settled into her bed with her purple nightgown on. She made her eyes wide and a smile set on her face.

"Another one!" She yipped at the man. He chuckled and pulled the covers up to her chin.

"Nuh-Uh. No more stories tonight. You have your first day of first grade tomorrow, remember? I want you to go to sleep." Jordan tucked the blankets underneath her body and kissed her forehead.

"Please Daddy? One more?" Jordan laughed lightly and ruffled his daughter's hair. Things had gotten harder when his wife left him with a very young Katherine, but things had settled down for the most part. It was like a routine now, and the pair were getting along with life just fine. For now. He just couldn't imagine what would happen once she hit her teen years.

Jordan shuddered at the very thought while the seven-year-old pouted when she realized she wouldn't be getting another story. Jordan smiled a bit at the bitter expression on the girl's face before kissing her lightly on the forehead.

"Night-Night, my big first-grader." He said, which immediately worked to make her happy again.

"Yeah! I'm in first-grade now! And I get to go to where the big classes are! And guess what? NO naps! 'Cause we're all big now! We don't need naps anymore!" Jordan listened to her ramble exitedly for a few more moments before making sure she was comfortable and saying goodnight again. He stood and turned out the light, walking out of the room.

"I love you, Daddy." He heard her whisper. And he blew her a quiet kiss, which she caught in her tiny fist and placed on her cheek.

Jordan closed the door behind him and went into his room. He took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his undershirt and boxers. He exhaled hugely and stretched his sore arm and shoulder muscles. Being a gym teacher wasn't all it was cracked up to be, and he wasn't twenty anymore. The well-built man threw on a pair of olive green pajama pants and was about to crawl into bed when he heard a piercing shriek. Katherine's screech.

With no hesitation, the man practically flew into her room at a speed that would fool you into thinking he was twenty. He reached the door in record time to find that her blankets were strewn over the floor and they, similar to the condition of her floor, were bathed in crimson blood.

"I spent the next year trying to figure out what had happened. Some stranger dropped me a line and told me to check out a certain book at the local library. I was a bit wary at first but figured that I had nothing left to lose. I learned about vampires. I saw other past killings. But based on how similar... their deaths were... I think that it may be the same vampire. Here." The man pulled a book from the confines of his black trenchcoat.

"Three K's, Knowledge is the Key to Kill. I want vengence on that bastard for what he did to my baby. I became a slayer. A Vampire Slayer. In the back of the book are my memoirs, you need not pay attention to those if you don't want to. But I at least want you to read a little bit about the thing that murdered him. I'm sorry that he was a victim." With that said, the man handed Jack the book, turned on his heel, and was about to leave when he saw two distraught teens away from the crowd. He crept closer.

"Tucker, I don't know what I'm going to do. I just don't . I don't know what else there is for me. He's gone!" The girl squeaked, burying her face in her hands. The other teenager, a boy, 'Tucker', most likely, sighed and let his head droop, eyes shimmering with the promise of tears.

"Sam, I know. I-I..." He shook his head. The man felt sorrow. But he thought of one thing that would make him feel better, if only he got the chance; Vengence.

"Hello." He introduced as the two teens heads snapped in his direction. "My name is Slade. I know what killed your friend. And I know how I can help you to discover what could be next." Jordan pulled out a card from one of his many pockets on his coat and handed it to the dark-skinned teen.

The Society Of Slayers

S.O.S.

Destroying the 'lives' of vicious fiends since the dawn of time.

We pledge not to stop until the race of the Night-Drinkers is extinct.

"I'll give you two some time to think it over. My number is on the back. Call me if you want to avenge and remember him rightfully." Jordan nodded in farewell and, just like that, was on his way back to the small hotel room he had rented for the time being.

He was expecting a phone call very soon...

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DUN DUN DUUUUNNNN! What will happen now? Do ya think Sam and Tucker will become slayers? Oh No's! Dx

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On a less-like-me note, I have two uncles of mine in the hospital at the moment. I won't really share the details of what exactly they have, but I may not be updating for that reason. Sorry guys. Just hit a bit of an emotional rough patch.

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