Listen up and listen good.

You can watch all the movies you want. You can read all those novels you want. You can fantasize about them all you want, but it just doesn't change the fact that one of these this would kill in less than a heartbeat and not shed a single tear. They don't care if you've got a family who will cry their eyes out when some bum stumbles across your cold corpse in a back alley somewhere because you happened to be standing around when the thing got hungry. Take a look into the eyes of the parents and the kids and the husbands and the wives -- they are the real victims -- and you'll see that they know. Deep down, they know. They hear the doctor tell thern about the lack of blood and the funny little bruises and everyone -- the family, the doctor everyone -- will all look the other way, because they know and they don't want to face up to it. so they ignore it until they can't ignore it anymore. Then, they call me.

I got my start a long time ago, learning how to kill when I was eighteen. Uncle Sam taught rne well. Then, for twelve years, I learned how to kill better. I learned how to do it loud and I learned how to do it quiet. I learned how to do it clean and I learned how to do it messy. I was my uncle's favorite nephew, the Man Who Could Get The Job Done. Then one day, a Tnan came to me and told me that I was through killing men. Said that it was time I moved up in the world. I didn't know you could move up from where I was.

I was wrong. But then, so was he. I didn't move up, I fell dawn. Way down.

A few months down the road and I began to notice what was going on, what they were really training me for. My brain says, "Ain't no way this is happening. Ain't no way theere's things in theworld as evil as they."

I was wrong.

Way wrong.

This ain't no little "e" evil. This is E. V. I. L. Something that clings to dark places so you can't see it for real. You think David Copperfieid is the master of illusion? You've got another thing coming.

I wear a cross around my neck and I carry long knives that don't have edges but real sharp tips. No, I ain't got any garlic and no, I don't believe in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, either. But I believe in them. I have to. If I don't, then I'm a dead man.

I've learned all the tricks, and believe me, after killing men for twelve years, you think you know it all. But every time you hunt one of these things, it feels like the first time.

I remember my first kill. Hell, I'll never forget it. I sometimes dream about it. I remember thinking, "It'll be just like before. No different. Just a differeut technique, that's all." But when the iron pierced the flesh and that black blood oozed out -- it bled forever, spurting all ova my face, hot and scalding, burning m7 skin and blinding m' eyes. I thought it would never end. And the scream -- oh God, the scream -- I still carry that with me, even afeer two years, I couldn't forget the scream. Not even if I tried.

Thae's ones that fight and ones that just run. There's smart ones and dumb ones, and trust me, the dumb ones are just as dangerous. They're strong as steel, they don't bend and they won't break, and they move like flashes in a mirror.

Don't believe anything you read about them. Don't believe anything the movies show you. You know what they are, you just don't want to believe it. You know they're there, you just don't want to believe it. Even in the face of evidence and reason, even with all the brutal murders on the streets, you just don't want to believe it.

Believe this:

Vampires are real. They aran't tragic, they aren't romantic, they just are.

I know because I kill them for a living. It's no way to live your life, but tell me -- who else is going to do it?

Who else?

That's right: Nobody. Nobody but you and me.

Welcome to Hunters Incorporated. My name is Thomas Kane. I've been hunting Vampires for about a year and a half, and I'm one of the lucky ones. You aren't supposed to last that long in this business, and it ain't 'cos you get careless or 'cos you aren't good enough, it's just because your luck runs out.

Feel lucky? Good. We got a lot of work to do.

Let's do it.

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Hunters Inc. Episode 2