Shadow: Here we have an interlude, a little peak into Jack's past
Evangiline: Many thanks to Korde who reviewed for us. She also has a Vsmpire Hunter D fic up and it's very good
Ryo: So after you're done with ours, go read her's!
Amelia: Anyway, you know that we own nothing so what's the point of a disclaimer at this point.
Shadow: please please please R and R!
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Interlude 1: A child's death and a Hunter's birth
(This takes place when Jack was a young teenager)

Jack was running home. He knew it was the right way, his mother's scent was everywhere near the trees, her wolfish but still human scent. He loved their forest, every scent there. He was happy here, this was all he knew, everything he loved was in this forest. Little did he know how quickly his life would change. Suddenly, he heard a scream echo through the forest followed by laughter. Jack started to run faster, no longer smiling.
The golden-eyed boy burst through the door panting. "MOTH…er…" He said before stopping dead and staring wide eyed at the scene in front of him.
Time stopped for poor Jack. Drip drip drip drip. The sound of the drops of his mother's blood hitting the floor reverberated through the house. Drip drip drip. It was so loud but the sound wasn't what the poor boy was focused on. He was staring at his mother's body, slumped over the kitchen counter with her throat torn out.
He was to shocked to cry, to shocked to scream, he just felt numb. Frozen in time and dead to the world…at least until he felt someone walk up behind him and place a thin, cold hand on his shoulder.
Jack whirled around and then shook. He was looking directly at a tall man with long silvery hair, wine red eyes, sallow skin stretched across slim bones and muscle. He was dressed in flowing black clothes that made him look much bigger then he was. Jack felt so small and helpless as he noticed blood flowing out of the corners of this vampire's lips, his mother's blood.
Time once again stopped, he was staring directly into the dark one's blood-soaked eyes, trying vainly to pull away. The creature laughed as he struggled, it may have been gaunt but it was powerful, able to hold the struggling rare-blood as if he were just a rag doll. "Such a beautiful scent isn't it? That dark bloody scent, it wafts through the air like the scent of flowers on a still spring day." The creature said, voice low and dark. Jack was still struggling as the creature stared at him with a sickening look in his burning eyes. "Such a lovely rare-blood. Dark hair and golden eyes, a real dark angel in this world of regularities and vices. Your scent is nothing like that woman's was. She was half werewolf but you have many types of blood." It said with a sick smile, "I want to taste." It leaned down by Jack's neck as it's fangs extended. "NO!" Jack yelled squirming away and running up the stairs in fear. The creature smirked wickedly; a challenge was always welcome.
Jack ran into his mother's bedroom. Tears began to cloud his vision as the pure horror of the moment set in. He slammed the door shut and looked around in a hurry. He ran to a cabinet and flung it open in a screaming hurry. There sat two abnormally large pistols, they had belonged to his father, a man Jack had never met but knew was a vampire. He grabbed one of the pistols off the shelf and hoped that, by some miracle, that it would be loaded.
"Come out dark angel, you can't hide from me forever." The vampire said as he stalked through the hall. He could hear the dark boy's heart thudding against his slender ribcage; ba-bumba-bumba-bum, so fast it was like a war drum. The scent of the boy's sweat and tears was lightly intoxicating as he followed the scent.
Jack stood behind the door listening. His heart was pounding, brow sweating, adrenalin kicking in to provide help and heighten his already acute senses. He could hear the soft footfalls of the monster draw closer, tip tap tip tap, his fear began to drain away and was replaced with something new, something far more terrifying and exhilarating.
The vampire smirked as he opened the door slowly; he wanted to taste the terror in his prey's thick blood. He got the shock of his afterlife when he saw the boy standing right in front of the doorway, a few feet away from him, a pistol clutched in his hand and his eyes glowing like death-bound stars. This pleased the vampire; obviously this boy was not content to be his prey. "You want to fight?" The vampire cooed. The boy gave a predator's smirk; he wanted to fight for his life, his blood, his revenge. The boy aimed the pistol at him with surprising accuracy.
Jack was surprised at the sudden strength he found, even with the dried tears on his face he felt this powerful, wonderful, terrifying heat ignite in him and make him feel like a wolf on the hunt. The vampire began to rush him and an animalistic growl rose in his throat. He dodged the hit but the vampire slashed his chest, blood flowed from the fresh wound and Jack barely winced. The pain wasn't there; it had changed into more power. He was ready for the next impending attack.
The scent of that dark angel's blood was delicious, tinged with adrenalin and raw predatory power mixed with light bits of terror. It was a sweet but spicy scent with a light bitterness to it. The vampire felt his own blood begin to heat and his hunger grew. That woman had not been a proper meal, not even close, but this blood would keep him happy for days. His fangs extended of their own accord, the demon in him found the fallen angel to be a worthy adversary and meal.
Jack growled again, the scent of his own blood making him grow angrier and more powerful. "Say goodnight." He whispered venomously and shot the creature, blowing off its arm. The vampire let out a horrid shriek and glided over to him. It was angry, it had no chance of holding Jack long enough to feed now. "You will see me again Dark Angel, for the hunter in your blood calls for me now. My name is Count Nightshade, dark one, know it well, for you will never be able to rest till you can avenge your mother and your scar." He whispered coldly before running and jumping from the window in a glide.

Jack suddenly felt his knees go weak and they buckled, sending him to the floor as he broke down into tears. Bitter, angry, sad, acid tears ran down his face as blood spilled from his chest. He couldn't live this life anymore, not anymore. The happiness he had known not but an hour ago was gone now, not to return till he killed the count. He stood now, head lowered as he picked up both guns and an old dark green holster belt and put them around his waist. He walked down the stairs, slowly, moving like an empty shadow. He moved to his mother's body, picked her up, left the house, and buried her outside, marking her grave with his own blood and tears.
He walked back inside and made a tourniquet for his chest, patching it so he wouldn't bleed to death. He grabbed a pack and put in all that he needed, grabbed an old cloak then set the house aflame.
He had nowhere to hide or go now. The flames wouldn't spread to the forest because of how far from the trees the house was. He only had one thing to do now, he would do as his blood said and become a hunter. He would only be able to rest when the count was dead.
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Shadow: just incase anyone was wondering, we won't be giving any ages for the characters
Evangiline: and the reason for that is because we are unsure of D's general age and we're guessing around 500 but we want to be safe
Shadow: Anyway, the real second chapter will be comming soon so R and R to make us go faster!
All: Ja for now