[Jussi Vuori]-I'm afraid to love you-[01]

Fear. It's something people take for granted. Fear is a trait to be worshiped. Fear keeps you from doing something horrible. Fear keeps you on guard. Fear can save your life.
Fear is something people think I lack. They obviously don't know a damn thing about me.
It's an easy mistake to make. I mean, how many people fight against vampires on a day-to-day basis? Or should that be night-to-night basis? Whatever it is, these so-called creatures of the night are taking over the country, and it's my duty to stop them.
The law is no longer on my side. It used to be legal to kill a vampire on sight, now you have to go through the court. Get a warrant for execution. Humans seem to think vampires are nothing but people with fangs. They're deadly wrong.
Not many people know of the powers of a vampire. Vampires can erase and control, or "roll" your mind, make you their little pet. It's a blissful experience, greater than the best sex you've ever had. But it's dangerous, very dangerous. When your mind is rolled, they control you. You might feel like you're normal, you might think they have let you go, but they haven't. Years can go by, but their powers never waver. Rest assured, one night, they'll call. You can't fight that. You have to obey.
The older the vampire gets, the more powerful they become. You know nothing until you've met a vampire older than time. He'll be your best friend, talk sweetly to you, hell, even make you bite yourself. It's horrible, completely obscene. You have no control over yourself. A master vampire can make you kill your mother without breaking a sweat.
Second on the list of creatures-that-should-be-feared are lycanthropes. Werepeople. I don't hunt them as much because, well, they're victims. Most people don't choose to be infected. They were bitten, scratched, whatever. That's like blaming a rape victim for getting pregnant. They were once normal, human. I only hunt them when they deserve it.
One good thing about these new laws is the fact I can't be discriminated against. The new laws have made my "profession" legal. I'm a necromancer. I speak to the dead, I can control most of them. I work as an animator, bringing people back from the grave as zombies. This condition isn't permanent, just a temporary animation to those who were once living. Think of it as a cartoon. The cartoon comes alive by the animator's hand. Same concept, I keep the mind alive long enough for, lets say, a will to be made. You know, if someone dies before they're able to make a will. I raise the corpse in front of lawyers and family to get the papers in order, and poof! Back in the grave you go.
You see, the body can't stabilize itself without a soul. I can animate the brain, making the zombie able to walk and talk, but it'll still deteriorate. Some people want to take the zombie home for a couple of days. Some try to hide the deteriorating process. The worst was when a wife tried to give her husband a bath. She had to bring most of the skin back in a trash bag.
In theory, I can bring people back from the dead. It's hard work. I've never tried it because, well, you have to sacrifice the hornless goat. Or in English, a human. Each ritual needs a sacrifice. Usually, chickens will suffice. But to bring someone back completely, you have to have a large death.
I've seen things that would make a grown man cry like a baby without loosing a night's sleep. And yet, I'm not fearless. I'm just as docile as the next person. I fear things people crave.
I fear love.
Love can get you killed. Love can get you tortured. Love hurts, way too much for my taste.
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I'm Katelyn Stiller, necromancer and bounty hunter, at your service.
If you didn't read the memo, this story is for my wifey, Katelyn.
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