The Letter

The name should say it all. If it's illegal, amoral and just plain wrong, you'll most likely find it here. Drugs, sex, back alley deals, strippers, whores, blackmail. It's all here, even a cozy little place for those on the lamb to hide out until the heats off.

It's a haven for the dark things. Attracts them like a magnet. The dark loves to hide here. Not much of a surprise since no normal person in their right mind would step foot in here. Most everyone here has a dark soul. It's the ones without souls that interest me.

Although I have long since relieved myself of my birth name, I've taken a moniker that would make interaction with the straits a little easier. The poor bastards unlucky enough to know me know me as Jon. I have another name too. This one feels better. It suits me. In hushed whispers amongst their own, the dark refer to me as the Nightprowler and it is exactly what I am. I prowl the night to destroy all it's servants. It's not the life I would of chosen.

It chose me.

Bodies writhe with the pounding base of the music that reverberates throughout the club. I pay little attention far more occupied with the beer in front of me and it's bourbon chaser. As with most nights, I've come here to scout and find out what I can. It's seldom easy. Anyone that knows anything usually is reluctant to talk. Usually it's fear that steals their tongues, every now and again it's a desire to earn brownie points with their 'master'. Ever see that movie with that black guy from 'Passenger 57' in it? Makes it look like this fucking job is simple. Believe me, it's never that simple. Vampires don't group together and dance or, whatever the hell else. They usually only travel in very small groups. Packs would be a better term since this is mostly for hunting. If ever a larger group of them meets, they are extremely hard to find and if you can get in, I'll guarantee that you, I or anyone, would never leave. Not unless you brought a whole battalion with you and even then, many would die.

Speaking of the hunting I bet you think that you know what they do with their prey. You're wrong. They don't just bite the neck and suck out the blood leaving two little holes. They don't even just tear out the throat like in other movies. Sure they'll start by draining all the available blood from the body out through wounds, usually in the neck but, also the wrists and ankles and a few of them sick fucks will take it from the genitals. After that they'll take 'dinner' back to their haven where they'll feast upon the flesh to get all the little left over bits of blood. Then they'll dine on the internal organs saving the brain for desert. After that the bones will be ground until they're powder and the powder will be sprinkled back where the took the victim. Some kind of ritual I guess. At least it gives me something too look for when people start turning up missing.

There's also no where near as many of the creatures as you would think. Maybe only 200 in the entire United States. Still, they are an incredible threat since they're numbers seem to be increasing everyday. Rumor has it that they believe the coming millennium to be their year to take over. I'll be damned (again) before I let that happen.

Again I find myself staring at what's probably my tenth drink for the night ( I never really keep count) and wonder. Why do have I sentence myself to this life? Despite what I am I could of tried to live a normal life. I've been told I could of chosen either side. Why did I choose neither? I choose to alienate myself from both. I could of had a 'normal' life. I know I complain that this is my birth. I have no choice. I guess I just didn't want to admit the truth to myself. I guess maybe I am who I am because someone had to be.

There has to be some line of defense.

They see themselves as humankind's only natural predator.

I guess that makes me theirs.

And there lies the problem. All those that would be prey try to defend themselves from their predators. If they found out that I had any weakness, then they would use that against me to protect themselves from me.

That's why 'we' can never happen. I care far too much about you to see you dragged into this. For so long I wanted to tell you how I feel but, I couldn't. I thought if you didn't know you would be safer. I had hoped (and yet I didn't) that you would just go away and give up. Much to my dismay (and pleasure) you stayed around and continued to turn up in my life. I know you are aware of what I do and by now, you are aware that I am not entirely human. My world is dangerous and I know that one day it will most likely destroy me physically. I can deal with that.

I can't deal with emotional death I would die if something happened to you, because of me.

I'm sorry. For what I've said. For what I must do and for being too much of a coward to tell you all this face to face. I hope that you will believe that I would of preferred to do this face to face but, at each attempt, I found the words and will would leave me and I only fell farther. Maybe things could be different if I could rid the world of the darkness but, I doubt I'll be able.

So we must part.

I'm sorry.

Jon