"Did you know that the vampires and the werewolves have been fighting since long before either of us were born?" he asks. "We've always hated each other. But there are two sides to every story."
"What do you mean by that?" I ask.
"I'm going to explain how the war began," he begins. "I'm not going to give you a lot of details because they're not very important. It's not important to you whether or not the werewolves killed a bunch of vampires in the past."
"That's true," I say. "Because I'm just a regular person."
"You're more than a regular person," he says. "You're one of us."
"One of you?" I question. "What do you mean by that? Are you a vampire?"
"I'm not a vampire," he says. "But I'm a vampire hunter."
"Hunters?" I gasp. "There are hunters?"
"Of course," he says. "We have to be
