Suffer not a Monster to Live..After a month of searching, I have finally found his lair. Tonight I enact what I have been preparing for: I slay the monster. I brush a bit of blonde hair off of my face. I curse myself for not tying back my long hair, or shaving it, but there is no going back now. I've searched too long, found too many dead ends and abandoned havens to turn back when he, no, it is in my grasp at last.
Thinking back, my journey seems so long. There's no way so much could have happened in such a short time. Days spent in the 9 to 5, drinking coffee, joking at the cooler and hiding my burning desire to hunt during the day. Paperwork and lunch breaks were all wastes of time. Nothing was real but the hunt. Normal people would laugh at my quest, at best, or condemn me for being insane at worst. What I know is hidden.
When night rolled around, every hour was spent on research or tracking. The daily disguise came off, and instead of ties and dress shoes, I donned boots and crosses. A stake hung from my belt,