RIPPER: DEADEYE JACK BOOK ONE

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Chapter 1: Hunter in the Night

ROMANIA OCTOBER 30th 1945

Some say that I am a stalker, and at times some lay incredible claims that I have been considered as being even a demon or a devil of sort.....

Me, I am a hunter in the night.....

The season's rain, it drips down upon me in gentles streams of pleasure. My prey, it is concealed at present by shadow.....

I track my murderous prey, by making use of my own natural sources, of shadow concealment. The darkness, of my current- surroundings, and within the silence pact that is now my own secreted being making me a natural predator of my unknown query.....

My prey moves from me, her speed and grace, it is near kin to that of a cheetah, fleeting away from its intruded upon den to evade the huntsman's bullet.....

For many nights and for many days, have I tracked this slum- roving elusive one..... The shadow being, it is always- one step ahead of me.....

My prey proving to be intelligent and unpredictable.....

Visions of the innocent woman, that fell victim to my quarry's lusting for blood, flashed quickly before my eyes.

Anger, it now threatened, to cloud my mind. I quickly push it- aside. My focus on continual training, and my many years of experience; winning fast over my raising attempts, of anger's unnecessary raging.....

I lose sight of my prey yet again.....

Instinctively, I wipe the falling rain from my brow; only to by unexpected revelation find; streaks of blood upon the sleeve of my coat in surrender of deluge's waterlogged trenching.....

My heart beats rapidly on sight of the crimson rain.....

Catching sight of a fleeting shadow, out from the corner of my right eye, I spun fast about; my arm raised, in preparation of blocking a pending attack by my quarry.

My right arm passed through a haze of darkened, rolling mist that quickly dissipated within the grounds that lie beneath my feet. My unknown prey now eluding me once again.....

The words of an all too familiar name echo silently within my collaborated thoughts of memorized recollection. The name of Vlad Tepes Dragol.....

One evil man, that is held in a more familiar recognition, with that of the name Dracula.....



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