The Direction Hunter

The Hunter

Logan's P.O.V.

I remember it perfectly. I was 7 the day I found out that my worst nightmare came true, the most terrifying creatures on the face of the planet, that the entire world thought were fictional were actually very real and very close to us. Those creatures: vampires.

It was the summer of 2013 when the rumors reached America. Rumors that there was some kind of invincible force that was slowly taking over the world. The politicians came up with every possibility, the North Koreans creating super soldiers, a plague, an alien invasion, mutated animals. We heard it all. But it was much worse than anything we thought, the vampires didn't come from the skies or the stars or even some sick lab experiment gone wrong, they came from with in us. No one knows how they got here or what they want in the end but they are here and have been living in human society for thousands of years before they struck. And they hit us so hard and fast we could do nothing but pray that they would spare our mortal lives. Some were lucky, but many were not.

The vamps slaughtered the humans, anyone who stood in their way was killed. The smart ones got out of the cities and hid in the country side, laying low and keeping their heads down. My family was smarter, we stayed in San Francisco. But we sure as hell didn't lay low for long.

We fought back. We became Hunters.

"Logan Conall in the flesh." The large man looked me over.

"Yeah." I replied.

"I was not expecting you personally." He said.

"Lucky you." I said unenthusiastically keeping one hand on the hilt of my knife, "I wanted to arrange this one myself."

"I see. What exactly do you need from me?" Davis asked.

"Papers." I said simply.

"What kind?" He leaned forward.

"I need to be able to be auctioned off to one of the Princes." I said referring to the five most powerful vampires in the world.

"Hm... I can do that, but it will cost you."

"How many?" I asked.

"150." He said naming the number of vampire fangs he required as payment.

"Deal." I reached my hand forward and we shook, "For that many fangs I want your best work."

Davis nodded and looked at me, "Why do you need papers?"

"Davis, we have a plan that if it works, I will be able to stake all five of the bastards."

"As good as that sounds, it isn't possible." Davis shook his head.

"That is what I want people to think." I said smiling, "I need those before the 25th."

"I will have them to you by the 21st." Davis said.

I nodded and left the old warehouse.

I slid into my '69 Charger and started to drive back to the base. After driving for a while through dingy and depressing streets I pulled through the broken gates if the abandoned military base, people and vamps alike steered clear of this area. Not just because of the rumored unstable chemical weapons stash that was once housed here, but because the base just had a down right miserable air to it. Once it had stood as a beacon of hope, strength and protection. Now it was just a other memory of what had happened 11 years ago, the vampires destroying everything.

The base was the perfect place for me though. It was large, secluded and easily controllable. When my family had moved into the base it had just been the four of us, Mom, Dad, Haley and me. After a while we started to get a following, mostly ex military, we were the rebels.