DUVAL, jackson creed

[jack]

Touched by angels though I fall out of grace

JACKSON CREED DUVAL
jack. forty-six. male. heterosexual. hunter. against all other species. emily.

I looked down at the body of a fellow hunter and friend I had known for years. The awful truth finally spoke why he wasn't answering any of my letters. I had been writing to this man for 32 years. Ever since the day he saved me. Every hunter had his sob story. It was good to always write to the friend of the family who understood all of it. My old friend was officially dead. For a while, I searched his home for any information he had (as he had been quite the hunter) and found the very stack of letters. He kept every single one of those things. The giant stack next to Great Expectations, every letter was in a wrapping of string. Every address on the front was my writing. Developing when I was fourteen to now. Curiously, I opened the one placed at the very bottom...

May 1980

I didn't know who else to write. I wanted to be in contact with the only person left. Besides my brother, George, and I. He wants me to remind you that we will do anything for you for saving us from that pack. And I wanted to thank you for it too. And for saying if I needed to get anything out I could write you. I like writing letters. My mom use to tell me to contiune up with it cause I was going to need it for the future. I miss her. Did you get them? What were they again? I think you said they were werewolves but George said you said it was shapeshifters. I thought you said werewolves. Whatever big dogs were I guess. George takes care of my just like you asked. Its not the same as mom or dad but he tries his best. I know he also misses Alyssa and Ethan. He said it was hard becoming the oldest. Still. We also thank you for the gun you left us. George said we would collect more on the way but I just want to forget about all of it. He told me not to cry so much because it makes him sad too. Its a confusing world. I'll try to keep in touch with you just like you asked. And thank you.

My own fourteen year old writing I realized was much more mature than most. Memories came back but I set the other letter aside, seeing the dates on the stamps and opening the most memorable ones...

November 1984

Got the last of them. Finally. Only took four years. I felt like its been four decades by now. I'm only eighteen man! George and I are still rookies but sometimes we feel like the big boys. You know me, though. I'm not a very talkitive man. I've learned to observe things more. Most of the words I say are on purpose or not at all unless its to people close to me, which is basically George. If you visited, maybe it'd be you. I like it when old friends meet me again. Just as much as I like an easy day, pies, beautiful cars and guns, my strength of my senses... all of it. Its weird all of the things you start to notice and appreciate when you start hunting. I know you know about ten times more than I do. George denies it. He only talks about what he doesn't like anymore. I swear its like talking to an old man. He becomes more like a dad everyday. The way we both annoy ourselves with all supernatural, hard stories, hell breaking loose, people who talk too much, arrogant asses, and softie hunters. The ones who claim they aren't all different. I guess I don't mind those as much but George seems to hate them. I can see where the mind set it. It's just all that I've ever hunted had always been evil. Its hard to decide. You know me, I'm usuall a very deciding type of final man, but this I can't...

Plus, theres a woman. Jessica. It started with just a woman I ended up protecting, but I can't stop seeing. Can't stop thinking about her. I know very well that I shouldn't let emotions into my hunting (and its a theory that I contiune on) but this I can't help. I suddenly have someone else in my life now. George doesn't approve. Of course. Says she'll just get hurt and in the way. I'll end up crushing her later when I have a high risk of dying from a force of supernatural. That hasn't really stopped us. We're keeping our status on a hush right now, so I don't want you saying anything to my brother. He's got enough on his mind. The last thing he needs is this. Even though shes wonderful. Oh I can't explain it. Just her beautiful blonde hair and freckled face. Any guy would be lucky to have her.

Feburary 1985

George is dead. Firetamer let out his fire and he was torched to the bone. I have no idea how I made it out there alive. Honestly, I don't know how I'm going to contiune to make it without him. He was my only family. The only person who was able to calm me down to my senses was Jessica. Right then and there, I asked her to marry me, realizing my time was probably coming sooner too. So we're engaged. Still, its' hard to celebrate after something like that. Jessica said I changed a little bit. Little less smiles and more hard edges. I'm more focused on just killing the thing instead of showing it a mercy type of kill. Yeah, I guess I've been changing a little bit, but I have to be strong now that George is gone. I'm the head of the house now. The house of me and Jessica. I asked her if she would still love me after all of this... she seems pretty determined. It's nice. Having someone close. The rest of everyone though I hardly pay attention to. It makes me want a nice beer desptie I'm only turning ninteen. Shouldn't really drink at this age, but what the hell, I've had some of these before? I'm determined to avenge my brother. So if you don't hear from me, I've failed. That's what I fear. Faliure. Not being able to protect the ones I love. And becoming one of them. I fear that too

July 1988

Manuka is crawling with supernatural. It's a nice place besides that I suppose, but I've already killed two and it's only been a month. This job is getting heavy. I've sent out word to other hunters so hopefully they'll come as it looks like it's long overdue. They've been collecting int his nest. I have more important things though. You know I worry about everything. My wife and baby are extremely healthy. She was born yesterday. Our little Kinsley. Even as a baby I can tell she's going to grow up to look exactly like her mother. When I first held her, I thought it was going to be me worrying about dropping the little thing but that wasn't on my mind when I held her for the first time. The clique little feeling is said, of course, and I know you've probably heard it but its a real life changing moment. My baby, my little girl in my arms. I'm going to protect her. And my Jessica. From all these supernatural crawling all over the place. I've been teaching Jessica a few things. But I told her not to bring anything with her like a hunter, I mean... who is going to mess with someone like her? She's an angel. I've also applied for a police position (the hunting job doesn't really pay well enough for my family) here at the department. I'll have to act like a dumbass with a gun if I'm going to get anywhere. It'll be tough, but this will make it more of a home, you know? I'll finally have a home. With my wife and children. This is what I dreamed of all my life.

September 1988

I killed her. I mother fucking killed her. It's hard to write, but I know I have to tell you before word came out about her and you'd be concerned. No one knows what happened but me. Oh god, I hurt. I hurt everywhere. Never before had I ever been faced with such a challenge. I told you Jessica was being taught a little hunting here and there? I told her not to get too into it because I was afraid of her getting hurt. Well they came to her. The vampire. She wasn't prepared because I hadn't taught her shit except to fend it off. Fend if off she did. She came to me saying she was hungry, she was hungry, and I knew what it was. That feeling in my gut I've been doing this job long enough I knew what was going on. I tried. I tried hard. My newborn is now on powder milk and I was stealing blood from the blood banks in the hosptial. It worked for only a short while. A month or so. When I was in my job hunting, I found her breaking the neck of some innocent man who's blood was too tempting. I tried to keep her. But a monster is a monster. It wouldn't have been her last kill. You can guess what happened next. I'll never get that image out of my head. One thing is for certain. Never again will I think of any supernatural as good. They are all like that and they will pay for everything they took from me. They will not take Kinsley. I will teach her the right way. She'll know what to do if a vampire came for her. I promise you, I will lay down everything to make sure she's safe. One thing you must not do and it will be a secret both of us should take to our graves. Never tell Kinsley or anyone what happened with her mother. I told my police station I found her body like that. Theres been so many of those killings that it was just another body. I told Kinsley a supernatural killed her, which is true in a sense. The Jess I knew had died. A monster was reborn. Why do I still hurt?

March 2007

Kins I think is finally through her little stage. I remember her train of thought when I was her age. I think we probably all felt it as hunters. That supernatural may not have been evil. I mentioned that I knew she hadn't killed anythign in a while (and she was making all sorts of excuses) so I forced her into it. I watched, of course, but I was able to show her once one tried to kill her. It was just a simple showing She should know me rather well. Perhaps at this point better than you might think you know me. I'm just a hunting machine now. I see hunters come in and out of this town, finding surprises at supernatural at every corner. They are growing. Faster than I think. Send hunters this way....

I put down the letters, rubbing my eyes and realizing how much I really had changed. I mentioned it in the letters, but I was a lot more fierce now. More logic. More temper and protective nature. I made sure not even stupid high school boys took advantage of Kins. She was a grown woman now, but even now I feel like I should keep an eye on her. I placed the letters down gently where they had been and took my old friend and buried him properly. He was the last one who knew about everything. The secret would now be taken to my grave about Jessica. My phone buzzed violently in my pocket and I brought it out. I was technically on duty, but the voice I heard from this line was Kins, sounding more distressed than ever. Muttering something about a man she found. Hanging up, I called the station at once and brought the entire ambulance team with me, racing my heart out to get there. Don't stress, I'll be there soon...

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