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When will my public service be done. I am so tired of this hellish existence., tired of the countless centuries I have been tracking, hunting, and killing them. If I had of known, what that old man was offering that night I would have told him to take along walk on a short pier. That doesn’t matter now. This is my life, and I will deal with it for all eternity, or at least till all of those blood sucking monsters are dead. Who am I kidding. I am the only one tough enough to match even the weakest of the undead, an on ordinary man doesn’t have a snow balls chance in hell to stand up to this evil. The moon illuminates the night and I scan the open field, looking for signs of any movement. I caught the scent of wet dog about 200 miles up the road, and I tracked it all the way back here. Somewhere in this area, a beast lurking, waiting to attack anyone who crosses its path. It’s the only way the animal knows how to behave., and its not entirely its fault. It is in its nature, the unquenchable lust for the blood of ignorant victims, but so do I. And the smell of the monsters scent intoxicates me. Closer now, just within ear shot, about 100 yards away. It doesn’t know that I am here, but soon my presence will become apparent. I ease out of my hiding place and already I can feel the change. My spine shifts and contorts, the fangs rip through my jaw, my ribs break and reshape, my upward stride towards the animals location quickly shifts into a fierce gallop as I become what I was commissioned to destroy. Soon I am face to face with a fierce predator with the vicious blood lust that matches my own…………………..
