Jonathan
My experience with the occult had thus far been bitter, dark, and dangerous.
Once it became clear that I had Van Helsing blood, I was connected with a squadron of hunters on the Eastern Front. The devastation and chaos of the war—and of Russia’s civil war after their revolution—had left villages in the bleakest reaches of Siberia vulnerable, and vampires had moved in, requiring an expertise that not just any organization possessed.
It was there that I received my training as a hunter. I couldn’t perform magic like Edward, but I was stronger than an ordinary man, faster, quicker with my reflexes. I was also able to resist a vampire’s glamour, a skill I found quite useful when we made our way to Siberia. There, vampires had enthralled an entire village, draining men, women, and c
