Logan had drove home in complete silence. He went home and grabbed every single anti-vampire weapon he owned, packed some clothes and his laptop along with other vital information regarding the association. He went to the bathroom and dressed his wound, touching it gently. His eyes spilling tears.
Logan eventually exited his house and drove far into the country.. He was heading to HQ. Logan parked and pulled out his wallet, he always carried a picture of him and Kael when they went on their first date. Logan laughed quietly as he remembered Kael's sweet voice. He felt more tears run down his cheeks and splash onto the picture. Logan's mind was filled with memories of Kael.. His soft skin, his eye's.. The way he kissed him, the way his laugh could brighten up any room, when they first made love.. Everything was coming to him now and he so desperately wished everything was a dream... A horrible horrible dream.
Was this God's punishment? Logan wiped his tears away as he remembered his mother's words. 'We cannot expect happiness, Logan. It's not something we deserve. When life goes well, it is a sudden gift. It cannot last forever.'
Logan calmed himself down and made his way into HQ. He was presented infront of the Council of Hunters. Logan made it clear that he wanted to finally dedicate his life to the association.. The council was obviously very pleased hearing this and soon granted him permission to go out and hunt. "There has been an unusual stir with the vampires tonight, we need to find out what it is and hope they are not revolting against our authority." said one of the Council members. Logan kept a straight face and swore he would get to the bottom of it, but for now he had a list of rouge vampires he needed to,dispose of.
Logan made his way into the night, to do his work.
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