I was following a man in a cape and fedora through the streets of downtown london. they had many rash killings rumours jack the ripper was back it was a century when many wanted to copy cat famed killers who got away in our history. I knew different I used my gifts to hunt those like me those derived from the lupine parvovirus. I used them to study the best ways to kill them cause death was almost an impossible feat to accomplish for any derived from this virus. I learned alot such as how to track them. I knew from contexts of hunters I've killed that Jack the ripper never died that no body was found for him. truth be told he is believed to be a verdalak and because any who suffer from the virus could live for god only knows how long I knew that the man was back to it again and this was no copy cat. I changed my last name to that which befit my continence. I was now Ambrose Van Wolfe hunter like Rip Van Winkle and I brought hell to monsters as she did. I hunted categorically I picked my targets based upon what I knew of them and if they had anything of value to me. this one had certain knowledge I wanted and needed for everything to work. I moved into the streets and followed him down an alley as he proceeded to choose his next target and I knew for sure he'd make my an easy kill. according to those who knew him he got so caught up in his work he would never notice if someone snuck on him which was how he got injured and then faked his death for centuries. I knew better than to just wound him though first I needed him alive because certain knowledge he possessed would be mine. secondly I never let a kill escape alive that's bad traits of a hunter. as I moved forward he had just parolized the young lady with a neurotoxin a newest trick he decided to try. I seen his eyes flash black as his fangs descended and his claws came out and just before he was to strike I moved from 30ft away and had him pinned my eyes flashing red and my own fangs coming out. "your the half ling everyone talks about well go on get it over with" " you have something I want first." "and what would that be because whatever you think it is I will not give it to you." I laughed and said "oh but you will" just before I knocked him out cold and flung him up over my shoulder and then jumped up grabbed the fire escape and made way to the rooftops jumping from roof to roof with him on my shoulder. I made my way to my current accomodations with him well removed from the city and civilization so we could have a rather painful chat one painful for him enjoyable for me. as he came to I sat there watching him carefully he looked around and pulled at the cuffs but I learned by trial and error if done a certain way the shackles could be set up to where not even a lycan could break them. he finally got tired of sitting and decided to speak "is this absolutely necessary I'll just tell you what you want to know" I laughed and said "oh really? then tell me where the book of the ancient marshal art shadow rythm is" he blanched and said " I'm not telling you that they will kill me" I laughed and said " their not here so I'd be more worried about what is" as my eyes turned reddish black his screams could be heard and I began. I started with lacerations to his balls shallow and long then proceeded with ripping his skin off in places. then ended with scalping him. I the skinned him in places like joints and where parts of the body join that are sensitive then lathered him down with bear grease made from bear fat. I tied him down to a metal table spread out and turned a tanning light on for tanning hides during winter time. the intense light would tan the areas lathered in bear grease. he'd be begging before twelve hours even hit. I moved on to leave and went out side to where the cabin was and laid down for a nap. I dreamt of the ancient fighting style shadow rythm which was rumoured to be deadly so in the 17th century romanians burned all books and all dojos used for the practice they said it was never to fall into the wrong hands. but rumour had that one of the books escaped in the hand of the prince of the carpathian mountains and their he started the lycan race. the technique made one very dangerous almost inhuman but he figured with power pair it together to an already inhuman and they will be unstoppable. so he drank poisoned wolf blood and ate poisoned wolf meat and thought of a better future as he died. when the virus took root it was a virus only meant for animals lupus and it mutated no one knew how and it could be passed on through genetics or worse death. it's mutations and what it did had it renamed to the lupine parvovirus and the bite was considered a gift. he studied shadow rythm and became even more formidable one day the book was stolen from his chambers and was never seen again. he was so greedy for power he never passed on his knowledge and the book stayed lost for years to come. I intended to wipe of the lycan council but needed the power of that secret martial art and it was rumoured that the verdalaks had found the book and left it in the possession of jack the ripper. now I intended to get that book and even if it took me weeks I'd torture him to find out where it was. it took three days before he finally talked he told me that he was ordered to watch the book but someone wanted it badly. it was a woman who bought it from him and he only sold it to her cause she was a verdalak and he figured it be safe with her. she swore upon a blood oath to destroy the book if ever it came into the wrong hands. I asked him for the name and he refused so I left him to suffer more with the promise of release if he gave me the name. he was a stubborn one and I was cruel I would eat and drink where he could watch while he suffered being dried out in sensitive areas like a prune areas that he required to even be able to move around. two weeks in he begged for water and I responded with what's her name three weeks in he no longer begged but he wanted free. I gaurenteed him freedom if he gaurenteed me her name. four weeks later and I still couldn't get him to crack so I did a little research on him and knew how to get him. the women he killed he fed on them but he also cut out their ovaries they were filth women who were unfaithful they either prostituted or they were cheaters and slept around on their husbands behind their backs. he liked the thrill of punishing them with death and the knowledge of their blood sustaining his thirst for violence. he got off on it so I decided it was time to introduce him to a new level of torture one that derives insanity in a sane mind that's already existing within a destroyed body. I went out late at night and picked up a whore one whose scent was masked by that of the many men she'd slept with I drugged her and brought her back an set her up where he could see smell and hear her in a deep sleep that would only last a day due to the drugs. I figured a day would be all I need. I watched as the signs of his perverse hunger started to show within two hours. as he began to slowly deteriorate I knew I had him so I asked "when did you sell the book?" he startled looking at me as if he just realized I was there and said "a year ago now let me eat her!" "who'd you sell the book to?" "I don't care to know her name I just want to eat her!" I slapped him hard drawing blood " who did you sell the book to?" he looked at me and shook his head and so we waited as the hours ticked by as he began to drool upon himself. finally it was get close it was 23 hours in and I needed an answer but he beat me to the question. "don't bother asking her name again because I don't know it when I asked she gave me only a surname which will do no one no good cause it's common." I waited and as the 24 hour mark struck he uttered "Bartell" I was reeling out of focus the name was common but the entire family minus one was wiped out and that night came back to me vivid as if I was in control even though I knew I wasn't. it was the night of my birthday and my first shift upon hitting puberty. I slaughtered countless Wiccans and left no one alive that name was wiped out a whole family died that night. I won't forget it because it was the night I turned my back on this war between a species with very minute differences to wage my revenge on all bearing my curse no matter what it's form. I now had to return to my home town to where that family lived to the residence now a wiccan head quarters to retrieve a book that I needed. what I couldn't fathom that didn't stick was how he presumed she was a verdalak. "are you sure she was a verdalak?" "yes she showed me creds" a short way for saying she bared her fangs to him while threatening him for the book. maybe I was mistaken about the Bartells and maybe just maybe I made a worse monster than myself. but it struck me that none of them were like me because they could use earth's magic like the celestials of old. they could harness life for good and make it flourish wherever they were. I was doomed to find out regardless but I didn't know I'd also be doomed to never live that night down. the girl awoke seen jack bloodlusting and screamed at me saying I was a monster to try and feed her to such a beast and screamed. I cut her lose and said "there's a difference between a man and a monster" I walked over and ripped jacks head off then torched his body to ash. "know it" and then I left never looking back. I had a task at hand one I was loathe to complete but at the other end of that task was my survival and th finale to my revenge a sweet melody that none could resist the urge to hear. I packed my bags lost in my thoughts and before long the woman came into the cabin having finally freed herself and said "I'd like to thank you" I turned around in time to see her dress hit the floor and before I knew it wild rough sex was happening. I had her pinned underneath me on her stomach as she tauntingly fought back with her ass and pussy and licked nibbled and kisses her body reaching around to roughly grip and squeeze her breasts. I sat up jerking her to me so she could watch us in the mirror on the dresser near the foot of the bed and thrust balls deep into her and made her rub her clit while I thrust my cock balls deep over and over again into her. I bit her neck drawing blood but the pain mixed with the pleasure and she rode me like I was a wild stallion. I smacked her ass and her pussy area from behind while fucking her then pinned her down again and shoved my dick in her ass at first she begged me not to then she begged me to rub one off in her sweet tight little ass. I made her orgasm over and over again never reaching my own and then got up and left. I dressed and disappeared my journey taking me full circle home chasing a book of unimaginable skills that could make me more powerful to learn.