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18 Amit Bobrov
In the last room of the house, he found a writing desk with
a battered old laptop on it and shelves full of books lining the

walls. He checked the books and read the titles. There were
some rare edition novels, but no occult books and nothing out
of the ordinary. Disappointed, the hunter nearly despaired. He
had gone this far, and killed a century-old butcher, only to miss
his demonic daughter by a couple of hours. Silently, he prayed
for a miracle, even though he was an atheist. His prayers were
apparently answered by the battered laptop. As he checked the
laptop he discovered it still had battery-power and no password.
Benny carefully searched the browsing history, emails;

anything that would give him a hint as to my location. The
computer was empty save for a few mp3s and a document
entitled The Journals of Raymond Brooks; it was the last
opened document. Bingo! Our hero had hit the mother lode.
He reasoned that the stupid monster had left a journal, no
doubt recounting the atrocities he had inflicted upon humanity.
Like a man possessed, Benny began reading the journals I

had left, about his fallen adversary, hoping to find clues about
my whereabouts and any other creatures such as myself. I left
him there reading the journals very much alive and unharmed.
It took a great deal of strength on my part to leave him still
breathing after what he had done. Though I'm not a violent
creature by nature, even the most docile of beings can be
pushed to extremes given the proper circumstances. I know I
should have killed him there and then. However, I wanted him
to understand. There was a dire need in me to educate him,

to make him understand what it is that he has done, who he
had killed and what my father meant to me. I wanted him to
know us, and so he lives, and I flew far away, perhaps losing my
chance for vengeance forever.