All Jacob had left was his honor.
His stupid hunting society had known and had recognized his need to be of value to his people, but that was because this monster before him had altered the course of his life for all time.
"You gave me a living death, Bernad." Jacob moved then, with blurring speed, whipping toward the ancient monster as the creature suddenly surged forward.
His fist was outstretched and plunged deep into the chest cavity, using the vampire's forward motion to aid his attack.
"I studied your methods, every kill." Jacob whispered the words, his golden eyes gleaming savagely.
"You taught me the importance of knowledge, of knowing your enemy, recognizing him, and I learned well." He wrenched the pulsating heart out of the chest and leapt away with the withered, blackened organ in his hand. It sickened him. There was no triumph as he thought there would be.
