Damek's Redemption

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Luther Kostas rested his elbows on the worn arms of his leather chair and steepled his fingers together as he contemplated his next move. His dark brown eyes roamed over the vast array of artifacts mounted on the wall. Crossbows, ancient swords and extremely sharp daggers all used for one purpose—to slay vampires. Wooden stakes, some darkened from years of handling, others stained with the blood. All lethal. All deadly.

His family had been ridding the world of the vile creatures since medieval times, and Luther took the responsibility very seriously. The vampire was a dangerous creature, mindless in its pursuit for blood. It killed indiscriminately, living only to hunt and claim the victim’s blood. Most vampires he’d come across were little more than animals and, like any wild beast, they needed to be put down before they hurt anyone.

He closed his eyes and pictured his last kill. He’d found the creature just as dawn was breaking over the horizon and, like all of his kind, the vampire had succumbed to the power of the sun and fallen into a stupor. It was then Luther had drawn his sword and beheaded the vampire. Then he’d dragged the head and body into the sun and burned it. There was no coming back this time.

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