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XAVIER

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There are creatures in this world — those of fairy tales and others made of nightmares

Realms of light and realms of darkness, all of which are seeped into the human world much like the Sun and Moon; never colliding but occasionally brushing close enough together to cause an eclipse. 

However, there is always light within the darkness, glittering stars of hope but sometimes stars are catastrophic Supernovas yet even then they bring light and I could use some light in my life, it's been dark for quite some time. 

The only light now is the glimmer of the full moon through the dense, damp trees of this cold October night.

Leaves crunch beneath the heavy soles of my boots as I look up to the stars wondering if I'll ever see a Supernova in my lifetime but the stars just remind me of my father instead, and all the stories he used to tell me as a child about astrology and the constellations.

 It seemed sad that I couldn't remember a single one of them he liked. Although there is one that I know, It's my favourite. It is called Orion's belt and I think Orion is known as a hunter but I'm not sure of what.

 It's funny to think that because in a way I'm a hunter too, only I hunt to survive.

I hunt to live.

Walking deeper into the woods now, seemingly much further than I've normally gone. The weather begins to grow colder outside as the breeze whispers tales of the night through the branches, singing songs of storms and howling creatures lurking within the shadows.

Creatures made from nightmares.

The scent of fresh mountain air weaves its way through the autumn leaves, the soft trickle of water down a nearby stream calms me as I continue looking for my next kill. You would think that I would be anything but calm while hunting, readying myself for the kill but I find you need a sense of calm before a storm, before the adrenaline kicks in. 

You see, I've been doing this for a very long time. Besides, I'm not just any hunter.

I hunt humans.

At least I used to; when I first became one of them — a Vampire.

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