Dark Hunter chapter 1, by Wolf-spirit

Welcome to the future

You might want to believe that there are not any other intelligent life out there, and that you humans are the top notch of the world. Well in one hand it is true but on the other its not. Man is blind to the secret war that is fought around him. The war has been going on for ages with man around totally oblivious and when one of the blind sees the truth they are called mad or worse by the rest of you. I am a warrior in this war of the supernatural. I am a True Werewolf, a vampire hunter and proud to say one of the best alive. The year is 2058, my location is Old New York NY, and amazingly enough Earth can still support life. To bad vamps still run a-muck or this would've been a more peaceful life for me. You reader of my war journal can call me by my code name Wolf-Spirit but if you get to know me better then you can call me by my real name James Griffin. I won't start from the beginning to the end mind you. First let me show you around a bit of this new, dark, and sad world that is to be.

Its a cold night in Old NY city, every night is cold here during December. Especially sense the safe power of what was called "New Fusion" was proven fatal. Here around 500 miles off shore, when that old crate on the water power plant blew 12 years ago the weather up here has all went to hell. Extremely cold winters and I don't want to talk about summer. If it wasn't for the new "weather shield" technogly the whole Damn city new and old would've been a ghost town by now. I walked though the Urban Decay of the Bronx and I went to my favorite hot spot "Blue Moon", its my kind'a bar, a little rough and smooth when it comes to a drink. Prohibition has came back about 3 years ago but now it's on a "Time schedule". Those damn idiots in the world congress don't know what they're talking about. To me it's all just a bunch of "Old Time" politics. I walked up to order my usual when a sent passed by me, the smell of an old burnt match and blood, that is the smell of a vamp, time for me to scratch one off the world hit list. He was a big, Fat ass leech and was wearing this back water crap that would put a 20th century Red Neck to shame and wanting to kill him for the insult, Like I am about to. The Fat man spoke.

"Hey you," he points his filthy finger at me "do ya got some thing up yer ass boy? You're staring at me like I dun some thing. HAHAHA come on ya bitch if ya wanna fight lets fight!" he gets up and shoves me

"Fine, come on ass lets take it outside in the ally, no tricks" I growled under my breath, the fat one figured out what I am. He made a hissing sound, the kind that emits from a snake.

The vamp stepped out first and I followed him. He sneered at me and spit at my boots. That will be his last insult he made that night. He put up a good fight, most vamps do, but he never had a chance to kill me. When I saw the little silver knife he had in his gritty hand I draw my sword and thrust it in his bloated belly. I then pulled my sword out from his body as it drops to the ally floor, and of course I finish him off. I jabbed my special cross in his heart through his back and pierced his heart, he emitted a foul order as he dies like most vamps do, he's seem to be a stronger sent, I felt that I had to shower for a week to get the stench off me. I dropped his body off in the sewer with the rest of the vermin and I took my trophy, a lock of hair and one of his fangs.

You think now-a-days you can easily call a cab, yeah right like hell it is, most of them drive like a bat out of hell to get out of this neighbor hood. Finally I got one down, I told the man "Manhattan and step on it" he did just that, it was funny to see that the inner city police didn't stop him, ha, even I would've let him pass. He stopped at the old square and asked for 7 credits, not bad for a drive like that. I paid the man and he went off on his own to do his duty. I started looking around and I found my pay-man, he was of course sitting in one of those new soy replacement coffee shops sipping on one of there drinks, personally I like the real stuff better. He spotted me and called out

"Hey! My friend come over here." my friend indeed, the only friendly about him is my relationship with his ccb (credit code bar). I walked over there and took a seat. "I done it, here's his present" I hand him the trophy. He looks at it for a while and back at me

"We all been having trouble to get that bastard, thanks again for your services, wolf-spirit." He then glances at me and takes a sip of his soy.

"You do know that we still have that opening for you in the pack?" he eyes me like one of those insurance salesmen when they give you there money policy pitch.

"No, sorry Richard, I am still going to be a maverick, I prefer to work alone." as I handed my ccb to his for the transfer he said in reply to me

"Spirit, your one fuckin' hard ass, I can't figure you out but as long you fight this war with us, you can always go to me for pay and some talk, speaking of which, how's your human doing?" He means about my wife, Yeah she knows what I am and what I do, but she loves me dearly, and so do I, nothing can stop that.

"She is doing fine Richard, and don't ask that again, she doesn't want to be were so I wont do it and none of ya better touch her if you want me to stay as your hit-man."

Richard looks to me in a little fright and told me

"Hey, hey, I would never even dream that, you know me better then that. I just want to make sure that you don't get some Pure Thinkers to ride your ass for still having a human wife ok?"

I dropped my guard and looked to him

"Sorry for snapping, you know that's a touchy subject with me." I pick up my gear and stand up from the seat.

"I gotta go now, I'll meet you same place tomorrow."

Richard nodded as he gave my ccb back and I pocked it and headed for the door to leave.

Richard looked to me and he said "Have a good evening!" as he drinks his soy crap. I just looked to him and nodded as I head out the door.

Oddly enough, even though I'm a vamp hunter with the looks of living up in the urban decay of our city. This blissful spot of New York city is where I call home, I live a couple of blocks from Little Italy and I have a such a wonderful view of the park from my town house 234 Easternbelt. My wife Jane, she is probably the only shred of light in my dark world, I love her so dearly, hell ever sense High School I loved her especially her good nature towards those, quite, shy, people like I was. Her hair is soft and past her shoulders, it is a soft brown color with a tint of blonde, she also has hazel color eyes, more green then brown though. Those eyes are soft and innocent, not like mine at all. This might sound odd to you reader if you are a human but, her scent to me is like the scent of morning dew on a rose, it so sweet a scent, sweeter then honey and mint. I smile at the thought of her, well, anything, that is why she will always be under my protection and in my heart.

I walked up the steps to my town house and I jingled around in my pocket for the keys to the door until I saw that the door was ajar. I'm starting to get worried. I reached for my trusted side arm, a simple pistol weapon with a silencer. I walked in seeing my living room is trashed, it appears that a struggle was here, I quickly but silently followed to sounds that was coming from my bed room, I'm not liking the sounds of this at all. Just before I was about to enter to kick the intruder's ass I heard a voice, it was my wife's! She screamed, the tone of fright was in her voice. She yelled out for the heavens to hear.

"Get off me, get off me damn it, I said get off!" he just looks down at my wife, and from what I can tell he made an evil smile.

"Shut up bitch, like anyone here can help you, your mine!" I can't take anymore of this. I burst through the door with my gun ready and before he can turn around I had it pressed on the back of his neck. I then spoke to the foul creep.

"You get off my wife now damn it, or do I have to make my sheets dirty?" He got up with both hands up then the bastard spoke to me.

"Sorry I didn't mean to, but I was invited in" he paused, the air felt cold, and his sent was stronger now, the sent of a vamp, "so I decided to make my self at home." My wife, with a face full of fear and is half nude from the top portion of her body, moved away from him. He turned around to revile his face to me. Oh what horror it is, he looked exactly like me, but with a grin of a demon, and eyes of a snake. I hesitated, he notice and from his right hand he dropped something and all of a sudden the room filled with smoke. I fired my gun, three shots but no body felled. When the smoke cleared I saw that he leapt from my window and is now running for some ally up ahead. If I go after him now in my were form I can catch up and slay him but, I have my duty as a husband to attend to...

To be continued