I could feel the cold sweat on my hands as I removed the stake from
it's body.
"Huh, serves you right, you blood-sucker."
Yeah, I'm a Hunter. I track and kill vampires, werewolves, magic wielders, and evil elves in a world taken over by these horrible creatures. I hate them.
"They kill innocent human beings equals they don't deserve to live" I try to convince myself after mercilessly slaughtering one.
It's been a while since I've started hunting. I'm actually famous. People fear me. I'm known as the Hunter, but nobody really knows who I am. They don't know my name is Camilla Williams, no, nobody knows that...They think my name is Stacey Clark, but again, they can't link her to the Hunter. I guess that's why I'm alive. The Alpha Werewolf King, Blake Dasher, (also known as the Black Devil) has been having his minions tracking me for years... and they still haven't found me. Because I'm a trained murderer. When I was 16 I joined the Human Mafia as a killer, which means I'm a professional and I NEVER leave trails behind. Also, there are some rumours, that I don't have a sent...so maybe that's why they can't track me because werewolves are nothing without their incredible smelling abilities.