Chasing the Devil Ch. 2

Chapter 2
Back in 1989; I was working a case in The Jungle in L.A. There had been a recent outbreak of witches taking over the gangs, and I had just finished sending them all to hell, when I was hunted. You see, there are two major types of hunters, the Bloodlines and the Catchers. The Bloodlines are direct descendants of the first murderer, Cain. They will hunt anything that is not from this world, even fallen angels. The Catchers are everyone else. The Bloodlines had tried to kill me a few times before, but none as extensively as this hunter. He chased me across the country for six months before I decided that it was time to face him head on.
I appeared in his motel room, surprising him immensely. He pulled out a small revolver. The fear in his eyes was obvious, which surprised me because he had never shown any emotion during any of our other run-ins.
“What are you doing here, monster?” He asked, the gun shaking.
“Finishing this,” I said as I struck out at him, grabbing the hand that had the gun and striking his throat. The gun clattered to the ground and he stepped back. I pulled out a gun of my own and unloaded into him. I turned around to leave when I heard a baby cry. I turned quickly, with a knife in hand. Lying in a small cradle was a baby boy. He was barely six months old by the looks of it, and with the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. I couldn’t leave him there, I’ve always had a soft spot for babies. I took him back to the headquarters and raised him to hunt.
He became one of the best hunters I’ve ever seen, and is now my right hand man, going on solo missions from time to time. Luke has no regard for personal safety and is amazingly compassionate. He was the only one on my team who I trusted to hunt without me. He was currently on a mission in southern Illinois, hunting down some Chimeras. I forgot how much he loved Christmas, and that he was supposed to be arriving back home early Christmas morning.
I was sleeping on the couch when it happened. He ran through the warehouse yelling, “It’s Christmas everybody! Wake up it’s Christmas!” He jumped on the couch and got really close to my face and yelled, waking me up. I sat up and threw him off, onto the floor. He laughed and ducked as a pillow flew past his head.
When me, Katie, and J.T. finally pulled ourselves out of bed, Luke was making bacon and eggs. Katie plopped onto a chair, picking through her bacon and eggs groggily. J.T. grabbed some food and went over to his computer, checking for any emergency reports. I sat across from Katie as Luke sat on my right. After breakfast, we all went our separate ways and accomplished a few tasks, just like any other day, when J.T. called me over.
“We got something big, boss.” He said, beads of sweat trickling down his face.
“Whatcha got, J.T.?”
“We have three families missing either leaving from, or arriving in Vancouver.”
“What are we thinking?” I asked, my pulse starting to speed up.
“We have no clue; Doc is on the case but he asked for backup.” J.T. said. I grabbed my Bluetooth and walked away. Christmas was not a day to mess with me. I always wanted to spend Christmas with my team if I could.
When I arrived in Vancouver J.T. came in over my headset. He told me that Doc would be waiting for me at a small diner on the outskirts of town. I walked over to it and saw him standing outside. Doc, coming in at six foot two inches tall and two hundred pounds, is definitely an intimidating person. He stood out among the crowd, calmly scratching a pale scar that ran from his jaw all the way to his salt and pepper hair. I crossed the street, startling a flock of ravens, and approached him.
“Merry Christmas, Angel.” He said flatly.
“Great day for a hunt, eh?” I said with a smile, as Doc fingered a Bowie knife on his belt. Doc grinned slightly then waved me inside.
We sat in a corner booth and order some coffee. Doc glanced around for peering eyes as he pulled out a stack of photos. I flipped through them, taking in the gruesome sights. The cars appeared to have hit something quite large. The windows were all smashed and the body’s all had deep cuts, some with glass in them. The most gruesome part though was that all of the victims, some of them children, had their throats torn out.
“What do you think, Angel?” Doc asked expectantly.
“It looks like something ran in front of the car, giving a pack of vampires just enough time to attack, pulling the families out of their cars and then killing them.” I said, flipping through the pictures quickly.
“Why do they still have blood then, what vampires are that sophisticated, and what ran in front of the car?” Doc said breathlessly.
I shook my head; I had no answers to his questions. There was something very unique about this whole situation…
Malphas shivered in the cold Canadian weather. He had been stationed in Miami when he started looking for a promotion. He didn’t think he would be stuck out in the Canadian winter with a pack of bloodthirsty monsters. A large black raven flew to his shoulder with a purpose. Malphas communicated with the bird, learning that the Son of the Prophecy was here. He smirked and glanced over at the vampires, watching as they sat around a crate, growling and drinking from bags of blood. The crate shuddered when Malphas walked closer.
“Hush up,” Malphas barked at the crate as he glared at the monsters.
“All right, look sharp, he’s here.” He said in a hoarse voice, running his hand through his greasy black hair. He smoothed out his black and gray suit and walked away. The ravens would keep him posted on the devil-spawn’s movements, but he needed to draw him out effectively.