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Mithias walked in to the boiler room. Sure there were other rooms better for making a first impression, but this was the only place he felt even remotely safe. This condemned building was all he had left, still didn't feel like home. Felt even more strange to him when Mithias sat down. Though Hank wouldn't show it, that was the last thing he was going too do in front of Mithias. Then he started too speak, And Hank sat and listened. This conversation was one he had been waiting for far too long.

When Mithias finished Hank laughed. "Like you? What part of me would be like you? Our determination too win? Our will too not give up? What about our lust too kill? Could that be it?" Hank stood up and walked to Mithias. "Do you know what you have done too me? I have killed people that should not have died!" He clenched and the handle to the sawed off shotgun shattered in his hand, the barrels landing on the floor in pieces. "But it's all good now right? Now I am one of you so I'll join your little cult is that it?!" Hank turned around and landed his fist into the old wall creating a hole where his fist made contact. "That could have worked... If it wasn't for the fact that your kind killed them." He paused and faced Mithias. "Your kind killed my family." He said in a dead tone. "All of them, My wife! My son!" He then trailed off, tears starting to form in his eyes. "Your kind forced me too kill my little girl... She was gonna be Five soon... Her birthday was only a month after I found them all." Hank sat down again. "I found my wife torn too pieces in the kitchen... She had a key in her hands, she was going for the pistol locker. I knew she was dead, or I should have." His hand started shaking as the memories flooded back into his head. "I was there trying to help her, but she wouldn't respond. Then I heard the thud upstairs... I grabbed the key from my Hallie's dead hands, and I opened the locker." Hank stopped. "Nine Milometers don't do shit on vampires, I didn't put two and two together and guess this was a vampire situation." He froze for a moment. "I went upstairs to find Daisy gutting her older brother... She was too young to resist the hunger, I didn't realize how hard it was until I was turned myself... She came at me and I refused too shoot her." He wiped a tear from his face. "We both fell down the stairs, I thought I was strong enough too stop her, restrain her. She was still small, I was still able to keep her off me." He did a finger gun motion with his hand and laughed. "And out of instinct I shot her... Five times." His expression went blank again. "She screamed in pain... I panicked and ran too her. I mean why wouldn't I? My baby girl was just shot and was in pain. She... she recovered fast." He locked eyes with Mithias. "We went back and forward for about 12 minutes, I was getting tired, she seemed to be getting stronger." He paused again. "It wasn't until she screamed at me with all her anger... with her brothers blood pouring out her mouth... that I realized she was gone... the power that was surging through her was stronger then she was... and at her age it always would be. So I put her down... I grabbed the Nine Millimeter... and unloaded the rest of the magazine into her...."

Hank stood up and took a deep breath, he ken he didn't really have to breath. But it helped level his head, and he was not use to the thought of not breathing. "That is why I hunt our kind, that is why I will never side with your kind." He faced Mithias again. "But I do want to know one thing, Why did you all decide to reveal your selves when you did?" Hank lifted a small key. "And what is your kind doing with a nuclear launch key?"