By darkness enslaved - English translation

Prologue.

A blood red moon danced on the night sky in that particular october night, shining over a face that rested languidly on top of a pair of tattooed hands. The body sat atop a building rooftop located in southern Texas, he looked almost ghostly, and the only thing that kept him from being completely translucid to a human's eye was the jet black suit he oh so tightly wore.

A hunter had to mix with his surroundings in order to be as lethal as possible.

I can see you, you know...? Or should I say, hear you? Come out, come out wherever you are, Yorick. Didn't your momma told you that spying on people is a bad thing? Even so when, I suppose, we're friends. – The moonlight bathing figure spoke with a deep, low voice... One that made its enemies flee and his prey fall in its sweet nothing's trap. It was like a cat's purring with a sort of European accent.

I would've never thought of you being such an indefense being as Bella Cullen... Or Swan is... Whatever. I was the one that made you after all. I was the puppeteer that carved the wood you're made of. What a shame, Viktor. –The shadown that had just appeared from behind the chimney spoke. A tiny, delicate looking man. As pale as our main predator. He walked up to the others back, licking his now pink lips.

Viktor laughed at his words, the sound so soft and clear as cashmere, and he kept that conversation going with a carefree attitude.

I doubt that Bella could have ever been a Megalovania, Don't you think? She didn't have any artistic talent... But let's stop talking nonsense, I wasn't planning on knowing you liked Twilight, Yorick. I'm now scarred for life. – The predator sniggered before he started talking again.- What brings you to texas? You hate traditionally loud and dusty places, you always did... At least you have since I've been around.

You're not wrong, I hate them... But I had to drop by and see how's my Little start pupile doing, can't I? I've been noticing that you're less reckless lately, you leave less things behind to find your trail... Finding you has been extremely hard, to be completely honest... You've matured, and I'm excited to finally recognize that. –The shadow, Yorick, sat beside the other man after joking around, making him smile just a bit. Just a handful of individuals could ever pride themselves on making the other show a genuine emotion other than a wolfish smile or a frown. Those kind of things showed how deep and darkened, lifeless, were the inside of his pupils.

I've found better and more effective ways, fun ways to do my job, master, and I've been a Little busy. Job's aren't easy to do anymore... You know me, and you more than anyone know that I'm not very benevolent, but... Killing a pregnant woman like Manson did? I might be a mercenary, a cold blooded, red handed killer with a lot of juicy commissions but... Even I have my moral standards. –Replied Viktor with a frown, or an expression that looked like it. Only those who really knew him would know that was the case, otherwise normal people would think he was just... stoic. In a very creepy way.

A job is a job, and we both know that monsters are not in King's, Poe's or Lovecraft's books created by humans, they're in our society. The free will has resulted to be the so called divine karma of this society that's outside the dark veil, of this hoard of tasteless, rhythmless animal hoard. –He almost didn't got to finish his speech before his pupil interrupted him tsking and just growling with inconformity.

Animals live in a more peaceful, benevolent way that men do, Yorick. Just look at the matriarchal society that hienas have... They do good putting the male hyena in the bottom spot, the weakest one in the chain. They cannot give birth to new generations after all... Let's not exaggerate with the insults, Yorick.

Viktor, humans are animals as well...

Yeah, but men are the most undeveloped animal in the taxonomic world. You were one once, and I can assure you that you are as thankful of your master giving you the dark gift that you use to slip between the mist and the mortal world as much as I am with you. –Viktor petted his beard, a habit that only appeared when he was deep in thinking. He stretched to the side and took one of the handles of his duffel bag, dragging it closer to him.