Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Son of a Preacher Man: Hunter, part Four

Slipping down the fire escape as quickly as possible, Jack dropped to the uneven pavement of the alleyway with a slight stumble, quickly trying to make it to the body of the werewolf before it could regenerate. He’d never hunted one before, but he’d heard the stories of how even the most horrendous of wounds would have little effect on one when in the light of the full moon.
Pushing through the few remaining onlookers, Jack made his way to the middle of the street towards the gory mess, pulling a silver stiletto blade from his belt as he ran. One quick thrust from this into the creatures chest and it would all be over. How such a mindless monster had made it’s killings seem like those of a Vampire, he had no clue. But he was determined to find out.