My name is Jason Christopher, a name given to me by my mother and father the night I was born. You may think that is a mundane occurrence but I assure you, there was nothing common about the night I came into this world.
I was born in a modest two story house located deep in woods that overlooked the ocean. There were two other houses in those woods. Each one held their own breeds. You see, the house I was born in belonged to my father and my aunt. Lucian and Maria. They brought my mother, Kareen, in and nine months later, I was born. But that night, my father and aunt were killed and my mother left me on the porch of another house.
It wasn't some random act of violence that took my family from me hours after my birth. You see, my father and aunt were vampires. And they were killed for that reason. For the ones who killed them were vicious rogue hunters living in one of the other forest houses. They chased my mother down in order to take me from her and kill me.
They had no intention in killing my mother for the simple fact that she was human. Which obviously makes me a half-breed. The hunters reason for wanting me dead. I was a filthy blood-sucker, in their eyes. Even though I was a mere baby of three hours or so.
My mother left me on the porch and ran into the forest, drawing the hostel attention to her. And she was cornered on a cliff at the ocean. They went at her and she fell. Supposedly taking me with her. They didn't care much. As long as I was dead. So the hunt for the half-breed was over.
Five years later, being raised by the good group of hunters my mother unknowingly left me with, I found myself face to face with a beautiful vampire. She was in her late teens, early twenties. I couldn't look away. And her scent was intoxicating. It was sweet. Soft. She was rescued by a hunting group from our area. One led by a hunter who raised me.
This vampire tried to put on an inhuman facade but I could sense her true self. She was motherly.
The night I met her, we were attacked by the one who claimed to be her husband. The father of her child. He took interest in me for a reason I was unsure of. I assumed it was the fact I was a half-breed. The beautiful vampire gave herself for my sake. She fought the demon vampire in order to give us time to get out safe. Later that night, our hunting leader gathered other hunters to return to the house and reclaim her. When they found her, it was a sight of pure torment and torture.
But she was alive.
They brought her back and nursed her. Then, the following night, she left. I tried to stop her. I didn't want to loose the only vampire I could look up to.
"I'm a monster. Remember?"
Those were the words she left me with as she turned her back on me. I resented her for the following years of my life. I dedicated myself to the hunt. The kill. The annihilation of all monsters. But when I was seventeen, everything changed.
I spent twelve years on the hunt for the bastard that caused all that. The one that became the leader of the Reapers, the band of vampires who declared open season on all hunters and their families. But we were having no luck. They were moving around too much. And when hunters faced him, none came out alive. So my boss, the one who raised me after finding me on his front porch, called in a supposed expert. A woman.
I was infuriated by this act. It was a hunter's job, not an outsider's. But my real reason for not wanting her to was because it was the beautiful vampire's kill.
When she left to find them, we were attacked by them. We lost a lot of men by the time she came back, a vampire clan at her back. They fought off the Reapers and I watched as Virago, the mercenary hired to kill the Reapers, saved my boss's life.
It wasn't until her real name slipped from my boss's mouth. Kareen. My mother.
I couldn't believe it. The beautiful vampire I admired, who left me alone, was actually my mother.
I turned my back and left. She followed. The very thing a real mother would do. And I let her. She followed me until I was seated on a rock, over looking a lake in the middle of the forest our mansion was nearby. The forest where the three houses used to be.
My mother sat next to me. She explained to me why she left. She needed to protect me. To continue to draw the attention to her and off of me. She told me that the one who attacked when I was a child, the one who she left me to find, the one who she couldn't let live as long as she was alive was none other than my father. Lucian.
I understood her. Forgave her. Loved her. We went back to the mansion to find her old clan getting along with the hunters I lived with. It was amazing. My mother was capable of bringing together two clans from the opposite sides of the fence. Hunters and vampires.
We spent the night sharing stories and fighting techniques with our once enemies. But a night that could have been commemorable turned to sorrow. Not even I could understand what was happening when all the vampires in the room froze and looked to me then around the room. But when my mother shouted No! and shoved me out of the way, everything clicked.
I looked up to her in time to see a crossbow arrow pierce through her back and out her chest. She fell to the ground before me, leaving nothing but ashes.
I couldn't believe it. I had just found my mother. Just found out who she was. Just reconciled with her and the clan that she was a part of and I lost her.
Later that night, getting close to sunrise, we gathered her ashes and made our way to the cliff overlooking the ocean. The cliff she fell from while leading rogue hunters away from her baby. We spread her ashes over the ocean.
She had told me she always felt at ease near large water.
As her clan flew over the ocean around me, I made a vow. A vow I intend to keep.
I will find him... And I will kill him.
Lucian, you bastard.
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