Levi Bohn was not a normal man, he never got a normal childhood, and that didn't change as he reached adulthood. He never really thought much of the abnormalities of the life he lived when he was young, but he did as he got older. In all honesty, he really only realized how odd his life was after he was sent to a hospital for troubled youth when he shared his family's occupation with his school class when he was nine. He learned real quick to just shut about what it was his family did for a living because no one would believe him. Now as a young man of twenty-two he has been a part of that same family business for nearly four years, and he honestly wasn't that great at it. If the family business was something that wasn't life threating that wouldn't be that big of a deal, but Levi couldn't get that lucky. His family was in the business of killing vampires.

That has been what his family has done for generations, and it's not an easy or safe profession to have. Levi always knew this but he never thought that his incompetence at his job would get someone else killed. He always thought that he'd get himself killed, but that wasn't what happened at all. Levi couldn't bring himself to think about what he had done, and so he was drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Which wasn't the worse way he could be slowly killing himself, that was for sure, at least he'd go out feeling completely numb to the world.

"Another one," Levi says, voice soft as he addresses the pretty bartender with her dark green eyes and brown hair tied up in a braid.

"I think you've had enough mon cher," she says, voice soft with a slight French accent.

"I've barely had any," Levi argues, words just beginning to slur from the alcohol.

"Why don't you tell me what the problem? A drink once in a while is a good way to let off steam but you've been in every day from open to close these past months."

"Nothing you'd understand."

"Try me. I've been around the block a time or two and I've seen and heard it all. You could say anything and it wouldn't surprise me."

"You know what? Sure! I'll fucking tell you, but don't expect me not to say I told you so when you don't believe me."

"I won't."

Levi is too drunk to tell if she means she'll believe him or if she means that she doesn't expect him to not say 'I told you so' when she doesn't believe him. So he lets it all out, drunkenly babbling out the whole story to the beautiful bartender who just nods and shakes her head sadly as she listens to his every word. A great listener she seems to know just what to say and when to stay silent as she listens, in all of Levi's life he's only had one person listen to him as completely as she seems to be. That person is gone now, and he latches onto her attention. At the end of it, tears are running down his tanned cheeks and the bartender actually pours him another drink despite having cut him off.

"That's a hard hand to be dealt," the bartender says. "But I might be able to help."

"What?"

Levi is confused, and justifiably so, as to how could this seemingly random bartender help him get what he wanted, especially when what he wanted was going to take killing a large number of vampires and a bit of torture. Any normal, sane person who didn't already know about vampires and other supernatural beings would assume that Levi was either insane or a very crazy drunk. The bartender didn't assume any of these things and even offered to assist him.

"I'm Catherine," the bartender says as Levi gulps down the whiskey she poured him, not sure if this was even real. "As I said I've been around the block a time or two and I know a thing or two about things that most people wouldn't even believe. So here's what you're going to do. You're gonna take a cab home, sleep off the hangover you're going to have, and call me when you're ready to actually do something other than killing yourself slowly with booze."

She slides a card, a business card, across the bar and Levi grabs it, almost dropping it before getting it safely in his pocket.

"I'll call you a taxi."

Levi is too drunk to really pay attention but Catherine makes sure he gets out to the taxi safely, instructing the taxi driver to take Levi home, and this wasn't the first time Levi had to go home by taxi. Levi was a frequent customer of both the taxi company and the little bar that Catherine was the bartender at three days a week. The taxi driver knew exactly where Levi lived, and just nodded as Catherine handed him money to make sure Levi didn't have to worry about paying while so drunk.

When Levi woke up the next morning he didn't even remember getting home, his head is pounding and the world spins as he sits up in bed. This isn't his first hangover, it won't be his last either, and he knows what to do to feel slightly better. He slowly gets out of bed, careful not to move too fast, and makes his way to his tiny kitchen. The smell of coffee soon fills the room as he nurses the glass of water, the bottle of painkillers still out on the counter. He begins to slowly check his pockets to make sure he still has his wallet and other important items, to make sure he wasn't robbed by whoever took him home when he was blackout drunk.

He pulls out the wrinkled and slightly torn business card that Catherine had given him the night before, he doesn't remember getting and or who Catherine, the name printed on the business card in the pretty italic text. He looks at it, quizzically, looking from the name to the phone number and email written below it. It comes back to him slowly, talking with the bartender, Catherine, and her offering to help him get his life back on track through revenge.

He throws his head back and laughs, not caring about the headache he has from the hangover, and just laughs. He looks at the business card once again and then goes rushing through his apartment looking for his cellphone. He finds it half under the bed as if kicked under there as he fell onto the bed blackout drunk the night before. He has only one thing on his mind as he dials the number on the card, revenge, and revenge he will get even if it kills him. The sound of the ringing cellphone makes him anxious, each ring makes him clench his fist and grind his teeth. Finally after what feels like forever to Levi, but is actually only three rings, someone picks up the phone.

"Hello?" The voice that comes from the phone is soft but confident, and tired.

"Is this Catherine?"

"Yes," the voice, Catherine, answers.

"This is Levi, we meet last night and you gave me your business card."

"I remember."

"Did you mean what you said to me last night?"

"Every word."

"I want your help, I want revenge." Levi's voice is harsh, cold, angry and bitter. He isn't thinking about the life he could live if he let go of his anger, all he is thinking about is destroying everyone who made him lose his cousin.

"Revenge isn't an easy task you know," Catherine says softly, "You will need to spend the rest of your life living with what you are about to do."

"I don't care."

"Meet me tonight at the bar. We'll talk more then, and don't drink anything. I don't work with drunks when they are out to kill people."

"Fine," Levi agrees if all it takes for him to get revenge would be him giving up booze for a small amount of time then so be it.

"I'll see you then."

Catherine hangs up the phone and Levi can't help the sinister smile that graces his lips as he thinks about the sweetness of revenge that he would soon be a part of. He puts his cell phone down on his bedside table and heads back down to the kitchen. The coffee is done brewing, he sighs and pours himself a cup, adding just a bit of cream to it before downing it as quickly as he can without harming himself. As soon as his cup of coffee is done he heads to the bathroom, a quick and hot shower would be just the thing for him this morning.

As he runs the water in the dinky and dirty shower, he thinks about his cousin, his cousin who he grew up alongside more similar to brothers than cousins, his cousin who was just a natural at the family business, his cousin who was a year younger than him but was indefinitely a better worker and hunter than him. He was jealous of his cousin when they were younger, his cousin who seemed to just breeze through life with no trouble, and always seemed oblivious to just how great he was. They had fought over that when they were growing up, but as the years went by they found common ground.

So he enters the shower, letting the near scolding hot water run across his bare skin, the nearly painful sensation grounding him to reality. It's better this way, thinking about his cousin, thinking about Gabriel will only cause him to want to drink. Drinking won't help him with his revenge, drinking won't make Gabriel come back, drinking won't make Catherine more willing to help him. So he lets the water nearly burn his skin before it runs cold, which is when he finally starts washing up. He didn't realize how bad he let himself get into, his hair is slightly matted and very dirty, his skin is filled with oil of all kinds.

'When was the last time I did laundry,' Levi wonders to himself as he wraps himself in a towel that he finds laying on the bathroom floor. 'A month ago? Longer?'

Levi groans as he tries to remember, he can't, so he heads to his bedroom, the dirtiest room in the apartment, and feels like screaming. How in the world will he be able to find clean clothes in this mess? He checks the dresser drawers, there's only a too small pair of shorts and an old bloodstained shirt in there.

'Is that my blood or someone else's,' Levi thinks as he gingerly holds the shirt.

He puts the shirt back, there's no way he can wear that to meet Catherine again, and the shorts are two sizes too small. There's no way he could fit in those, so he begins rumblings through the clothes scattered around the bedroom. Picking up pieces of clothing and sniffing them carefully, finding the two cleanest pieces of clothing, and putting them on. They feel itchy against his skin, but he ignores it, heading into the living room to watch some TV to kill time before he could meet up to with Catherine. At least that's what he was panning, but as soon as he sits with the TV playing some crime show, he feels himself drifting off.

He wakes with a start hours later to the sound of his phone ringing from inside his bedroom, he's still half asleep as he stumbles across the apartment to the bedroom where he picks up the phone.

"Hello," he half says, half asks, whoever is on the other side of the phone.

"Are you coming to the bar today or what?" Catherine asks, clearly irritated.

"What?" Levi asks, at first unsure about what she's talking about and who she is, then it comes back to him in a rush. "Oh! Yeah, I'm leaving now."

"Good I'll see you when you get here then."

"Yeah, I'll see you then," Levi agrees before hanging up the phone and groaning. He couldn't remember if he drove himself to the bar yesterday or took a taxi. He can always check when he gets outside, if the car is in the parking lot then he took a taxi, if not then he can just call a taxi to go get his car. So he heads outside, sighing slightly contently when he sees that the sun is just beginning to set, and the twilight is still warm. Tonight would be the first night of his revenge and nothing would get in his way. He walks to where his car is usually parked and sighs in relief when he sees that it's there. Thank god that he didn't take his car to the bar last night.

After the short but tense ride over to the bar, he enters, getting some warm greeting and some pitying looks.

"You're back again huh Levi?" One other regular asks, words not slurred so they weren't too far into his drinking.

"Yeah, back again."

"Are drinks on you again tonight," they ask.

Levi keeps himself from flinching, but only just so, how stupid could he be, buying drinks for the whole bar.

"Not tonight," Catherine says before Levi can even answer. "He's not giving drunken handouts tonight, you'll have to pay your own tabs."

"You're no fun," the drunk complains, "I don't even know why the boss keeps you around."

"Because I can keep your drunk asses in line, now does anyone have any drink requests before I go on break?"

A few drunks order drinks and Catherine deals them out so quickly that Levi finds himself wondering if maybe she isn't really human. When the drinks are all out, she waves him over to the bar.

"Come with me to the back room," she tells him, and he hesitates. "Don't worry I don't bite without permission."

The joke, at least Levi hopes it's a joke, doesn't ease the tension he is feeling, but he wants revenge more than he cares about his own self-preservation, so he follows her to the back, ignoring the jeering words of the other patrons of the bar.

"Are you even human," Levi asks, the words pouring out of his mouth before he can stop them.

Catherine gives him a cold, hard look with those green eyes, which Levi is just now noticing have an usually bright quality, almost as if they are glowing.

"No," she finally answers. "I'm not."

Levi feels a shiver to go down his spine, he was in a room by himself, with no protection, with a woman who wasn't human. A woman who was most likely a vampire.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Levi Bohn," Catherine says, voice soft and calming. "I offered you revenge and I tend to deliver. I am exactly what you are thinking I am, a vampire."

"Why would you want to help me then?"

Levi and his family are known hunters, they have been for generations and while it's true that they don't just kill indescribable, they are still known to be dangerous for the vampire community.

"Vampires like the ones you hunt and the ones that killed your cousin are dangerous to the vampire community. They are too wild, uncontrolled, and risk exposing us to the whole human population. Killing them is a gift to the rest of the community, especially those of us who try to coexist by finding other ways to survive."

It clicks for Levi then, what Catherine is talking about, she's part of a subsection of vampires who believe in coexisting with humans by drinking animal blood.

"Okay," Levi finally says, deciding he'd at least try and listen to Catherine. "What information do you have for me?"

"I know somebody, a very old vampire, who knows who the vampires who killed your cousin are."

"Where can I find them."

"I thought you'd never ask." Catherine hands him a thick envelope, which feels heavy in his hands. "That envelope has all the information you'll need to know about them. You and I will meet them two days from now at a nightclub that I work at when I don't work here. I'll see you there, and stay off the booze."

Catherine opens the door for Levi to leave, and he does, mind racing about all the information he's about to have, and how close he is to his revenge.

