The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

In the mountains, covered with snow, a town of people exist, hardier than most carving an existence from the land. In the middle of the night when the moon is full, casting down its erie light, the winds travel down from the top of the mountains, carrying with it the the harshest of the cold, and the faint sound of crying, as a wolf cries. For above them existing in the wild is a man, yet as he is permanently outcast, lives as a beast, tracking, hunting, and killing with out remorse. Nothing resides on the consciuosness of such a man, except his loneliness, for which he now cries. Down in the town, in the warmth of all their layers and hearths burning, they hear the cry. The parents tell the children it is the wolves, for they do not want them to know of monster that is really up there is far more dangerous. The monster knows his enemy, his prey, for he was once one. Second law of the hunt, know your enemy/prey. This makes him more formidable than any pack, for he knows just how and when the sheeple below are vulnerable, and he carries no mercy for them. They are just other creatures that can be killed as any other prey.