posted on Feb, 4 2023 @ 10:15 AM
Fall in love and wake up as a sacrifice on an altar. Yeah, that's about normal for me. I thought I was going to die, but I'm not sure this isn't
worse.
I'm what's called a Hunter. It's been in my family for generations and we are sort of the police of the supernatural. Good news is, my services are
not so needed these days. There are more ethical Werewolves and Vampires out there than not, so I have a reasonably peaceful life. They still drink
blood, but they get it honest ways and the Werewolves are the same. The woman I fell in love is a White Witch and recognized what I am, so she thought
I would make a good mate for her Coven. My genes plus their abilities could make some very powerful babies that would grow into more powerful White
Witches. The world needs all the help it can get these days.
See, this was a Fertility Rite and that dagger my sweetie was holding ? Symbolic. [ don't play dumb, you know what for ] They also have a chalice
that is a symbol for the female. Strapped to the altar ? She knows I toss and turn in my sleep and she was keeping me from face planting on the marble
floor. Kinda sweet really.
Problem is...there's 13 of them. All fertile on the same night. Now, I know some of you guys are saying "If I was there I would...."
No you wouldn't. Say that in front of your wife or girlfriend and let's see how long it takes her to stop laughing.
My girlfriend just gave me a small bottle and said it's "a little pick me up" for when my spirits are flagging so to speak. Basically Viagra on
steroids and it's a secret recipe passed down from her ancestor. I think she said her name was Weatherwax or something like that.
.....you know, my Great Great Grandfather kept a detailed journal of all his travels and adventures and not once does he mention anything like
this.
Makes me wonder what the OG Van Helsing was really up to back in the day.