London, England 1752
Mason Bradford sat alone at the local pub. He spent most of his nights there now. He was just downing his 10th drink when a man sat down next to him.
"I believe you have had enough Mr. Bradford." The man said as he took the drink from his hand.
"How do you know my name?" Mason questioned.
"I've read some of your work."
"Really? So what does a Demon Hunter want with a scientist?" Mason asked.
"So you've heard of me."
"Yes the Great Daniel Holtz. If you ask me there's nothing great about you. Those two demons you have been chasing are still out there. You're just a pathetic Old man with delusions of grandeur." Mason shouted.
Holtz flick his wrist and a knife came out from under his sleeve. He grabbed Mason from behind and pressed the knife against his throat.
"This pathetic old man could kill you where you stand before you could life a finger. Now do I have your attention?" Holtz asked as he withdrew the blade from Mason's throat. Mason nodded in fear.
"Are you a man of God Mr. Bradford?" Holtz asked.
"I am a man of science."
"I hardly see a man before me at all, I see a coward. One that can't face his own demons let alone real ones. What if I told you I could help you find them?" Holtz said.
"Find who?" Mason asked.
"The demons that killed your wife and unborn child."
"Then I would gladly kill them myself."
"I lead a group of men that are like you. We will help you but first you must be trained." Holtz said as he watched Mason get another drink.
"Mr. Bradford I have little tolerance for drunkards. If you want my help you must be sober."
England 1753
Mason Bradford was about to begin the fight of his life. Since he had begun training with Holtz he had only practiced fighting techniques with humans. Now he was up against his first vampire. Holtz had chained the demon to the wall in front of him.
"Now, Mr. Bradford look at your opponent. Tell me what you see."
"I see a lowly creature that needs to be destroyed." Mason said with hatred.
"No what you see is power. He hast it you don't."
"With all do respect I'm the one with the sword." Mason said.
"Power does not come from the weapon but from the force behind it. Release him."
The demon was unchained. He still had the face of a human but Mason could see through it. He knew the darkness that was beneath. The demon charged Mason who easily dodged and slashed its back. In retaliation it kicked his legs out from under him. He fell to the ground but quickly returned to his feet. Mason rushed towards the demon and stabbed it in the chest. Its face suddenly changed. Mason suddenly could see the murder of his wife all over again. He could hear her scream his name. Before he knew it the vampire had him by the throat, its grip growing tighter and tighter by the second. Mason struggled then gave up. He waited for death to come, waited to se his beloved wife. The pressure around his neck suddenly ceased. Holtz was standing over him stake in hand.
"Do not let your wife's death stun you into submission. Use it to fight. You well have your vengeance Mr. Bradford." Holtz said.
"When?" For months now I have been training with you and you have yet to tell me who killed my wife. When shall I draw their blood?" Mason yelled.
"Soon, Mason very soon."