"Fuck! Those damn wolves are a real pain in my goddamn ass!" My uncle exclaimed as he stormed into my father's office. He slammed the newspaper in his hand on top of my father's desk angrily. The headline jumped out at me instantly.
Body Of Local High School Football Star Found In Woods
"We heard about what happened. I feel sorry for the boy's parents," My father said.
"Me too, but from what Leilani told me, the kid had it coming. He had been bullying all the other kids at his school and I'm guessing that one of them was the werewolf that lost control and attacked him like an animal," My uncle informed him, "As much as that kid deserved a beating, he didn't deserve to die by the hands of those fucking dogs! This is why they need to be eradicated. They're just wild beasts no matter how much they try to seem like normal humans."
"Well just hunt down the boy who killed him and take him out," I murmured. My uncle sighed heavily.
"As much as I want to, the boy has been through enough. From the constant bullying by that kid and their classmates to his home life. Killing him is like a big fuck you to him," My uncle reasoned. Unlike my father and I, my uncle was a little more lenient with how he did things. He wasn't as ruthless as us, but he was still ruthless. He only killed when necessary or when he saw that the werewolves were getting out of control, which my father has told him countless times to not humanize those dogs.
"You can't always empathize with them. You just have to do your job and show them that their presence is not welcome on this earth," My father responded.
"I'm not like you, Gabriel. As much you and our father tried to get me be ruthless, I can't be like that and I never will. Killing them without any thought is just horrible to me because at the end of the day despite what they are, they are like us. They have emotions, they have thoughts, they have families, they have friends, and many other things us humans have. To just simply get rid of a life like that is cruel to me," My uncle explained. My dad and my uncle could never see eye-to-eye on this subject matter on how to go about their respective fields, but they never tried to interfere with how one another does things.
My dad thought of my uncle's side of the argument was "weak" and "useless", and he was right. You can not allow these creatures to thrive when they are a threat to humanity.
"That's their way of getting one over on you, brother. You can't just start considering their "feelings" when they have done something wrong. You have to kill them before they kill you," My father hissed, "It's kill or be killed within this cruel world and I would rather be the one doing the killing, especially to that damn woman who's managed to escape our family for a century."
"She hasn't done anything at all in the past century, Gabriel. I'm pretty sure she's already changed her face and is trying to live a peaceful life," My uncle sighed, "And that incident from years ago was one I can understand for sure."
"Do you even hear yourself? That damn woman and her family killed an innocent man who they had ensnared within their trap only to murder him and erase the entire town's memories," My father growled.
"I do hear myself, Gabriel. Just know that the mother didn't do it because she wanted to. She did it because she was trying to survive. Did you ever read the journal of our ancestor or did you just listen to our father tell you his interpretation of events that he never took the time to dig deeper into?" My uncle countered. The air was very intense and uncomfortable, especially when these two tall and muscular men are glaring at each other as if they're ready to throw a punch or two. Arguments like this are something that led to these two not talking for at least a month or two, and then making up after both of them do something stupid or end up in a stupid situation.
To break it up, usually my aunt, my sister, my cousins, and I have to distract them by saying something that will make them both just drop it entirely.
"I received a message today from our allies in Russia that there's going to be a council meeting two weeks from today," I informed them, "Meaning that all of the hunters organizations will be there, including ours."
They both snapped out of their glaring contest to listen to me fully.
"Where is it being held?" My father asked.
"It's being held in Spain this time," I replied.
"How long will it last?" My uncle questioned.
"At least a month or two at the most," I responded.
"That means we have to prepare for the trip," My uncle said.
"Yes we do and we need to make arrangements for the organization to be up and running," My father added.
"As much as I would love to stay and keep things up and running, I cannot because I'm also required to go as well," I said.
"Even if you weren't required by the organization, you are required by me to go because you will be taking my place some day," My father told me, "And that is until after you're married."
"Yeah, Yeah," I rolled my eyes.
"Let me take my leave now and go find someone to take over for me," My uncle said.
"Alright. Be safe, brother," My father nodded. We both said goodbye to my uncle and he left the office. Once he was sure that my uncle had completely left, my father let out a string of curse words directed at my uncle.
"Your uncle really pisses me off, son. God! How hard is it for him to understand that they aren't human. They are just horrible creatures that only cause devastation!" My father yelled. Here's another part of their routine. These two will rant about each other to me, my sister, and my cousins once one of them left the room. All the things they say to us could be said to one another's faces.
"You would think that after his first fiancée had been murdered by the hands of those mutts that he would at least use that anger to kill them, but no! He would rather act like some type of merciful peacekeeper. No wonder our father was so reluctant to hand him that branch. He is too soft and he always will be," My father ranted, "Not to mention that our own mother was almost killed by one of them."
It was no secret within this family that my grandmother had almost been killed by werewolf. It was actually the reason why my grandfather harbored a majority of his resentment towards them in the first place along with my father. My uncle, however, didn't believe in punishing the werewolves as a whole. He believed in the punishment of that one wolf that had almost killed my grandmother, and he did punish that wolf after tracking him down for nine years.
"Son, your uncle is a great man who is excellent at his job, but he is too weak-minded for this job. He just can't seem to grasp the fact that we should not be coddling these vile cockroaches. We should be squashing them and sending them straight to Hell," My father said. Although I agreed with my father, there were times where I mostly sided with my uncle because half the time the things he said made much more sense but, it's not like I'm going to say that out loud anyway.
"Dad, I'm not in this. Whatever little argument you guys have is between the two of you. Not me or the other children," I responded. He groaned.
"Can't you just nod your head or something while I speak?" He asked.
"No. After the last time I did that, you put me in some real hot water that I could barely get out of for half a year," I responded, "What makes you think I'll allow that to happen again?"
"Ugh! If you're not going to listen, just get the hall out of my office," He hissed.
"Gladly," I muttered.
"What was that, you cheeky bastard?" He whipped his head around to glare at me. All I could was just continue to stay silent as I walked out of the room.
"Hey, Axel. Do you feel like going out for drinks tonight? First round is on me," Max asked.
"Sure. I've got nothing else to do," I shrugged.
"Cool," He grinned broadly, "Let's head to our usual spot."
"Alright," I nodded.
Since my break had been cut short and my work had been piled on, I decided to get cracking on it. No this did not include going out into the field because there was so much more to my job than that. Because I'm translating old records and the field reports of our members, I'm usually the one stick with a mountain of paperwork that I usually pull all nighters to do.
As I was doing my work, I kept getting distracted by the mention of the woman my father and uncle had mentioned. I've heard stories about her and her family countless times, but I've never seen a photo of her at all. It's like all photos of her were completely nonexistent, and that included her family as well. The woman, her mother, and grandmother have been described as otherworldly beauties who could charm any man with so much as a gaze.
Aside from family, many members of the organization have heard countless stories about her and how she has completely evaded us for centuries. The stories that have been told about her vary each time, but they all end with her murdering some poor, unsuspecting fool. The stories, at first were meant to scare children, but they were also a way of letting us know who she was in case we ever encountered her on our missions.
Hopefully, someday I'll be able to rid the world of that woman and end her bloodline for good, but for now I'll just bid my time and wait for the opportunity to present itself.
"Hey, Axe. You ready?" Max poked his head into the door of my office.
"Huh? Oh yeah. Give me a sec," I replied coming out of my trance.
Hopefully, my and that woman will cross paths some day. When that day comes, I'll have a special bullet with her name on it.