DAYWALKER

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Ready to die?

 

I was born ready, motherfucker!  

 

Come nightfall,

They step out of the shadows

Their kind choose to hide in.

For them, evenings are made for

Foraging the city for sustenance.

Warm, wet, red sustenance.

Aim for a vein.

Strike for a jugular.

Teeth first.

Their feeding frenzy brings 

The number of people 

Even lower.

 

Until he decided the slaughter must stop.

 

Extermination rocking shades.

Hunter of killers. Does his best hunting at night.

Born the result of after-hours attack.

Part-human. Part-vampire. All the way dangerous.

Named for his selected weapon--a battle sword.

A name loosened in paranoid whispers.

Garlic, silver and sunlight are his weapons as well.

An older hunter gave him this arcane knowledge and something else.

He needs blue super serum to live.

Deep down, he knows without it,

Sooner or later, the thirst always wins. 

And it must not wins. The world needs him.

Our best shot at survival 

In the wake of the plague of undead

Reminders of his bestial half:

Homines Nocturnae. He has 

All their strengths and none of their weaknesses.  

Able to withstand the sun's hot glare

And not go up in a fiery flare.

 

After daylight fades, his silver sword's out,

Slashing whatever hellish things move.

Vampires [ and their human Familiars ]

Better run, crawl, slink back into the shadows

If they want to avoid

The sword edge of the Daywalker.

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