Edited Woke Culture

Chapter 4- The Hunters

I peevishly sighed. Great. The vampire hunters' hunters were after me. While this was only a mild disturbance, I definitely had put a large target on my back within a few days of being a vampire. I was new to the world, but I had something this group of vampire hunters' hunters didn't. I had an almost unlimited supply of capital on my side. And I had so much research invested on supe culture, I was already ahead of the game.

While I wasn't too worried, but I was not skilled enough to take on multiple, suspecting vampires, I should've kept a lower profile in my first few days of being a vampire. Jess had gone on to tell me this particular group of hunters numbered in the few. They were, according to Jess, somewhat a makeshift coven of vampires that lacked any real leadership or order. She was the reason I was so calm about the situation, because she claimed they weren't truly a threat, especially now that I was a vampire.

Even with the disadvantage of being human, Jess Rider was still vastly better at hunting vampires than I was. I hoped she'd allow me to join forces with her now I had an affliction that marked me athletically superior to any human, but Jess denied me again, claiming for the thousandth time, "I work alone."

Her words rang in my ears even hours after she had disappeared into the night to, no doubt, attempt to slay more supernatural creatures. I respected her wishes and didn't follow her, despite really wanting to see the infamous hunter at work. I wanted to mold my career off hers. As it stood, I had only killed two vampires, and in my time with Jess, she scoffed at the accusation of killing only over one hundred vampires, claiming instead, "maybe in my first year," she said to me a while back. She had the impression she had killed much more than just a hundred, insinuating she had killed in the thousands.

I didn't know what to believe. Could a hunter who had only been active less than a decade truly have killed so many? Jess started hunting, according to legends, after I had seen my very first vampire. I highly doubted she was in the thousands, but unlike military kills, killing supes couldn't truly be measured.

I had to start by hunting those who didn't suspect a thing, for I had the impression that even with my heightened athleticism, I would still make rookie mistakes. While I had perhaps been part of woke culture longer than Mistress Mayhem, I had such little field experience. I really should've only tried to take down rogues. Jess couldn't even take down large covens on her own, and I wasn't trying to get myself killed.

Armed with my daylight ring, I decided to go back to Savannah, Georgia. I needed to pick up my car and my things. I would voyage back to Nola once I got my car to start the real hunt.

Covens weren't as popular in the United States. Most vampires were rogues, which made them that much easier to take down. And I had the powerful element of surprise, well, it was as much of a surprise as a six foot four woman could have.

Only two days had passed since I got back to Nola where I didn't have a trail. My vampiric advantages were starting to become more evident. I could even compel people to do my bidding for me. I didn't like to use people like that, but it may have come in handy on some occasions.

I stalked my suspect for two days before I caught them draining the life out of a poor young boy. I saved the child by stabbing the male vampire in the back, through the heart, with a very sharp wooden stake. As I drove the stake through his un-beating heart, he tried to turn to me to see who had just killed him.

Little did I know, I had just killed one of New Orleans' most famous serial killer. He may have been a rogue, which was honestly in my best interest, but he had created quite a few vampires over the years. Vampires which felt at least somewhat loyal to him. I had just killed the notorious, the infamous Streetside Slicer. As he was a rogue, there would be drastically less people after me, but his notoriety and loyal fledglings he'd created recently would try to avenge him.