Half Blood Rising

The creature in front of me was disgusting. Everything about him reeked of death, and his darkness brushed against me like black boiling tar in the blazing heat of summer. I hated being here with him, repeating the same thing all over again. The werewolf was in his human form, so I had to be careful. I’d been tracking him every night for the past seven days.

The humidity in this part of Ukraine was unbearable this time of year, as usual, but at least a drizzle of rain had begun to fall. An annoying mosquito was buzzing around my ear, but I couldn’t lose focus now. I couldn’t risk taking my eyes off that bastard.

His breathing was whizzed, and saliva was trickling from his mouth. I inhaled, sensing his dirty energy—his aura. It was repulsive, and he deserved to die for all the terrible things he’d done to others.

“Pretty, you don’t have to do this. I have over five hundred Hryvnia in my side pocket. Take it and let me go,” he said, his voice creepy, the tones vibrating inside my chest. I had to try and keep it together. The pain of his victims—children and little girls—affected me so much tonight; he was rotten from the inside out, and I had to clear my mind, stop thinking about it.

I gripped my knife tighter, cutting the circulation to my fingers. What had started as a drizzle was now becoming heavier—a possible storm was approaching—dark clouds were gathering in the south, but the moon still shone brightly above me.

I’d heard many stories about him, but he had been careful. Almost too careful. He had watched the elementary schools, particularly kindergarteners in the early mornings. He’d been selective when choosing his victims.

A while back he’d managed to escape prison, and the High Council seemed useless. It had taken me some time to figure out his modus operandi and finally track him down. I’d yet to see his darker form, but what I had sensed had been enough. I’d witnessed a lot of disgusting shit in my short life as a half-vampire. I had been doing this for way too long, killing and eliminating creatures that didn’t deserve to walk on this earth.

“This will be quick, although you deserve to die slowly and very, very painfully,” I said through gritted teeth, staring at his dark filthy hair and almost-translucent skin. He was skinny, his bones protruded, and he looked malnourished. He wore a loose grey shirt that was stained in what appeared to be blood.

Another vision. Damn it. Not now… I really had to focus on the task at hand, but these visions were hard to ignore.

I was seeing him leaning over a little girl, and he was panting with excitement. She couldn’t have been more than eleven years old. Tears were slipping down her cheeks. She was petrified, seeing him in his true form. Drool was dripping from his fangs and clinging to his matted dark fur. She parted her lips …

I quickly shook my head, pushing the vile images out of my mind. This had gone on for far too long. I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t bear seeing the victims… their torture. It was just too much.

Earlier on, he hadn’t expected me to attack. I had lunged forward, crouching low at the same time, and on a quick turn of my foot, I’d caught him off guard, then sliced his leg from Achilles heel to calf—the bastard couldn’t run any longer. My vampire speed, agility, and strength had always given me an advantage, allowing me to strike within a moment’s notice.

My fangs were now descended. I blocked his pitiful strike, kicking him to the ground and ramming my knee into his chest as he struggled against me. I didn’t want to touch him; sweat was dripping down my face. Every time my skin encountered his, I saw more and more despicable images of his previous victims. I could feel their pain—their screams and whimpers echoed in my mind. This was the only downside of being a half-vampire and trying to do the right thing. I wasn’t immune to his darkness: the other side of me, the “unknown” allowed me to soak it all in.

money… they all wanted it,” he howled. Luckily, we weren’t in a built-up area. The alley was deserted. His pupils dilated; he

vile being who deserves to burn in hell, if such a thing exists,” I roared, and then plunged my knife into the side of his neck. I could have bitten him, but I didn’t want to be affected by his blood days later. He tried to grab me, but I twisted the blade, feeling sick to my

flooded my energy, and this was the

in desperation and then began to shift into a wolf, but his energy wouldn’t save him now. It was fading, so maybe this was one of the side effects of his dark, twisted magic. I lifted myself up from the ground, feeling light-headed and suddenly exhausted. It was most likely from hunger (I hadn’t eaten all day), or the fact that

sheets of rain were beginning to form puddles along the asphalt, and that bastard’s eyes were still open. I leaned against the wall and took

an outcast, someone who didn’t really belong anywhere. No one in the human world wanted to hire me because I didn’t have official

there. I had suspected that my humanity was gone forever. A vampire had attacked me, turning me

police had sent me away, too. Besides, I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten to Lviv in the first place,

money or any means of getting by. There had been a small note inside my pocket with what I assumed was my name—Jaymin Clarence. I couldn’t have been more than nineteen years old when

to survive amongst other supernatural creatures in this huge city without any language skills. Try communicating with people and having no idea how to speak the language. I couldn’t

was hurting, and it was raining heavily now—a freaking downpour. It was still humid, and I hated being wet (kind of like a cat), especially now when I was just about to meet up with Tristan. I had a crush on the guy. Yeah, it was a little silly, but he’d always treated me

to the nearest pay phone, wondering where I was going to sleep tonight. This was always my predicament when it rained, but first I had to get some decent food into my stomach. And for that, I needed to see Tristan.

I found some loose change in the booth, so the pay phone was free. He picked up on the first ring, and I gave him the location. This was how it always worked between us. Tristan worked for the High Council in the Vampire Division. I trusted him and we had an understanding.

witches, warlocks, shifters, or even fae didn’t trust me. To them, I was an unworthy half-vamp, just a crossbreed with no memories. I had no competition

later, I went back to the alley where I’d left the corpse of the werewolf and then

out of the passenger seat, smiling, his eyes found me instantly. He was handsome, and it bothered me that I always looked like a drowned rat in front of him. My thin black hair was tangled, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d brushed it. I was homeless, so I never looked decent

was small, and I had wide blue eyes. I was wearing old faded jeans with large holes

out of the passenger seat. He was overweight with a large chin and no neck to speak of. My anxiety shot through the roof when I sensed he was a vampire, too. This wasn’t good, but I had a gaping hole in my stomach where food

was left of him. His dark energy was still inside

The fatty’s eyes roamed over my body, and he frowned. His aura

human, either.” There was no “hi,” no proper introduction, just straight

members to jump out from around the corner, but the darkened streets were empty. It was just us for now. Maybe I was being too paranoid, but Tristan had never let me down before. We