Jacobi - Birth of a Hunter

“My name is Jacobi a human” I repeat in my head over and over as I stand at the edge of the cliff on the night of a full moon. I am a human boy no matter what those bastard vampires did to me.


As far as I can remember I was stolen from my earth born parents at around 5 years old; based off the fact that most of the kids coming in to the training camps are around 5 years of age. These damn vamps use us little ones as assassins, mostly because if we are turned before puberty our bodies are kind of like unusually indestructible sponges. You’d think we would be easy to kill as weak as kid vamps are. Just the opposite, we are extremely hard to dispose of. The afterlife is nothing like the stories of earth my parents told me of as a child.

Ugh! I don’t have time to dwell on the past. They are getting closer to me every second, I just need to jump! Their werewolf slaves have my scent, and I’m sure they can taste my blood…or what little blood of mine is left in me. I’m sure that if their masters didn’t keep them on a lease they would have been at my throat by now. I have to jump now into the dark abyss, but I can’t! I’m not suicidal. Can the walking dead even commit suicide? I’ll surly die. Seeing as I’ve only been part of the dead society for what…5 to 10 minutes???

The moon hounds are here… …their speed is uncanny… my end is near. I hear their masters release their chokers. Damn those howling beast! I feel the breath of one on my neck and …

The vampires watched as Jacobi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and jumped.

As I fall everything slows down. Why now??? Why right before I die my vampire powers kick in while I fall to my death in slow motion. I can’t even see the ground from this height. How high am I? The air is so cold it burns my skin as I fall. I can’t breath. My chest is ablaze with pain.

I see a dark figure falling towards me, I think it’s one of those howling beast. Dumb mutt must have jumped after me while in a complete blood lust. Damn, I bet I’ll be crushed by the stinking beast.

Oh my what an angry creature it is! Inches away from my face snapping like a turtle! Ha! How can I be in such a jolly mood? Insanity must be creeping into my soul. “soul?”

This has to be the longest 10 seconds of my life, I notice the pink tuff of hair on it's back. The mark of a female wolf,”kiss me you ugly beast!!” I yelled as I rushed to my death. And oh did she try! So I bite the bad dog with lighting speed upon her neck,”AHHH” now this is pure ecstasy.

I felt strength surge though my newly turned body and just as quick as I got my strength back I felt the earth come in contact with my back and the werewolf's weight crush me further into the earth. PAIN? oh no, there was no pain. Even as my body nearly exploded. I still could only think of the exquisite blood of this beast! I can’t think of a better way to die.

Die? Seconds pass, hours for me. The beast whose fall I broke crawls away from me and I mock her,” Hey little pup don’t go too far I’m still a little thirsty!” she doesn't get maybe 5 feet and he stops dead. Not more than 30 seconds later I see a girl about my age in place of the beast I hated so. "Nooooo... Not you....Susan!?"

Now I feel the pain coursing though every fiber. The pain can only be described as supernatural. I’m so broken inside and out that I can’t even move a muscle. My mind falters as I notice that I’m looking at my back.

Wait…even though my neck is at a 180 degree angle… “I can talk?”…Will I survive this? An unlucky bug crawls across my mouth and I chew it and swallow it whole. Oh yes I will survive this.

Soon I’ll set out to kill every damn creature of the night, “good or bad”

Without Susan nothing matters.