Prologue

300 years old. You think I’d be used to this by now. The idea of continuing to be a hunter, fighting for our mission.

I’m not used to it.

I hate it, I loathe it, and I despise it as much as I hate myself.

I hate the feeling I get when anyone normal comes near me. The way I want to kill them, the way I want to hurt them so badly, the way I want to attack.

I wasn’t always like this.

I was aged 18, the whole world at my feet with a promising future, promising life, and promising love.

Till, I met Victor. He saw all my promise and took it away. He bit me and my life was over. The promise died that day, along with my soul.

Now, I’m just bloodthirsty, hurtful Colin. The boy I hate most in all my 300 years. That is who I am.

So, welcome to my story 'The Hunt'.
Thank you for reading and I hope this works out like I hoped anyway.
R&R please but try and keep the flaming to a minimum.
Thank you for reading, hidden.superstar