You know the term every dog has it's day. Well apparently every asshole has his day to, unfortunately my day has arrived. Who new being an asshole could be so rewarding. Long story short I died.
Now I could go into this whole heroic and cliche tale of how I saved this girl from getting hit by a truck and got badly mutilated in the process. Of how I soared through the air like a three point shot and hit the ground and rolled and exaggerated amount of times. But that wasn't how I died. No see I died doing what I do best being an asshole. Turns out when your sarcastic and mean to everyone they won't save you when your choking. Life lesson but not really.
Which brings me to the wonderful situation I'm in now. Turns out when I died I didn't go to hell so yay but I did find myself in the once deceased body and still deceased if I think about it of one Hunter Hayes. Which is equally good and bad. On the plus side he has the same name as me which is great. On the downside it turns out this body is some weird hybrid of a werewolf, a vampire, and a witch.
Now I know what your thinking how could that be a downside when it sounds so badass. Well that would be bad ass if I wasn't some lab experiment created to be this way by a vampire organization seeking to create a weapon to be used on their enemies. Not to
Mention I'm currently in a cell waiting to be dissected. The last owner of this body died during the experiment to create the perfect weapon. The vampire Frankenstein thought his experiment failed which it should have till I took over the body. Fortunately I inherited the memories of the former 17 year old Hunter who died. So I wasn't completely lost on what was happening. I however was confused and totally didn't shit my hospital gown from fear.