Magic isn't easy folks, let no one tell you otherwise. I stand over the grave of one Parvati Gagandeep, patiently waiting for her to rise. The gal isn't making it easy for me. I sit on a tombstone right across from her modest grave, chowing down on some Mexican food. It's a really cold night out here in the Montreal Road sector of Ottawa, Ontario. Just in case you're wondering who this is, my name is Adam Jian-Yu Chao. What kind of name is that for a young Black man? Well, my father Li Chao is a native of the People's Republic of China and my mother Jennifer Gorton is a proud Jamaican. I was born and raised in the City of Golden Grove in the Saint Thomas Parish of the island of Jamaica. Life as a half-Black, half-Chinese brat in the Caribbean wasn't too bad. Oh, just in case there are African-Americans reading this, I identify as Black. I'm not pulling a Tiger Woods on you. Sheesh. You'd think people would get over their racial issues in the Age of Obama but they're even worse at it than before.
Anyhow, I'll be your multicultural Vampire Hunter and Magic Wielder for the night. How did a nice guy like me get dragged into the lifestyle of one who stalks the Supernatural for a living? I was born into it. My father hunted Demons, Vampires and Werewolves in Mainland China since his youth. And my mother is descended from a clan of powerful warlocks and witches. I guess you could say doing this crap is in my blood. Oh, and I'm not exactly Captain Normal, whatever that is. I stand five feet eleven inches tall and weigh only one hundred and seventy three pounds but I am five times stronger than any average guy my size. Also, I don't get sick often and I recover really quickly from injuries that would kill anybody else. My mother is like that too. She calls it The Gift. I wish I could say that I often wished I had a normal life and all that shit but I'd just be blowing smoke up your butt. I love doing this thing. I love fighting. I was created to kick the Collective Ass of the Universe. Before I got into this lifestyle, I wasn't doing too good. I flunked out of Knox Community College and got involved in gang life in the City of Kingston, Jamaica. My parents got really scared I was going to get myself killed, so they sent me to stay with my mother's family in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The most boring place in the universe, man. Bar none.
I'm staying at my uncle Leopold Gorton's house in the Ottawa suburb of Orleans. He's a tall, square-looking Black guy in his late fifties. We're talking glasses, suspenders and everything. My mother's stern older brother. He's married to this tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, Irish-Canadian lady named Siobhan O'Malley and they have two sons and a daughter together, my cousins Lucas, Jimmy and Ashley. They all grew up to be Ottawa University graduates and Canadian government workers. My mother's side of the family is so bourgeois it's not even funny but I try not to tell them that to their faces because that would be mean. My uncle Leopold is a cop and although I don't like cops regardless of color, gender or nationality, I actually respect him. He's more okay with certain aspects of my persona ( especially my being a bisexual guy ) than my own father is. My uncle is a wise man. He kind of reminds me of James Earl Jones, only taller, younger and leaner. Too bad his own offspring don't take after him mentally. They don't know nothing about anything outside of school stuff. My cousins Jimmy, Lucas and Ashley consider themselves mixed rather than Black, and although we've butted heads over that, I leave them alone. Just because I'm technically biracial and have my way of identifying doesn't make me the supreme authority on biracial people's issues worldwide. I got enough shit of my own to deal with. No need to take on everybody else's. You feel me? Cool.
So here I am on a Friday night, and instead of chasing big-booty chicks ( or well-built and well-hung young men) of all shades like a normal brother, I'm hanging out in a cemetery on Montreal Road. I have finally run out of grub. That's not good. I love Mexican food, man. Lately, there has been an outbreak of Vampires in the City of Ottawa. Alexandra Villeneuve, a French noblewoman who became a Vampire in 1100s France, has been spotted all over Ontario by Vampire Hunters. Alexandra is one of those members of the undead who are strictly old-school. Nowadays, Vampires, Ghouls, Elves, Werewolves, Zombies, Witches, Demons and such are policed by a special branch of law enforcement known as The Special Branch. Men and women trained by the governments of America, Canada, Colombia, Australia, Tunisia, Jamaica, China, New Zealand, Haiti, Japan, South Africa, Brazil and Saudi Arabia to fight the threat of the supernatural. Most of the non-humans living on this planet are registered with the various governments of the Member Nations where they live. As long as they're law-abiding, the Special Branch leaves them alone. By the way, the Special Branch is top secret. Just like the Men in Black. The freaks of the world know them and fear them. When they break the rules, the Special Branch sends its top guys and gals after them. Why am I dealing with this bullshit when there are people who get paid by various governments to do this? Recently, the unthinkable happened.
The headquarters of the Special Branch are at a nondescript building in the City of Los Angeles, California. It's home to hundreds of men and women who are trained and equipped to defend the planet Earth from all forces supernatural. It's supposed to be an impregnable fortress. Well, recently, it was destroyed. A swarm of Vampires invaded it. Vampires led by Alexandra Villeneuve. They 'converted' many agents and killed others. What do I mean by conversion? That's when a Vampire, Werewolf or Zombie willingly infects a human being for the purpose of increasing their armies. Since headquarters got compromised in Los Angeles, the others have since been attacked. Only the bases in Jamaica, China, South Africa and Saudi Arabia remain. All others have been compromised. That means thousands of men and women once sworn to protect the planet Earth from all things supernatural now number among the hairy packs of the wolf-men, the covens of the night-dwelling blood suckers and the shambling hordes of the zombies. Someone masterminded this. Alexandra Villeneuve. My father provided me with visual confirmation of this three nights ago. I don't know how I feel about all this, man. My parents trained me to hunt the inhuman fiends of the world. However, when I applied for work at The Special Branch, they turned me down. If you ask me, my experience as a leg breaker for various gangs in Kingston, Jamaica, ought to come in handy when it came to battling non-humans. Of course, the human resources department at The Special Branch disagreed. Now, the human resources department of the defunct Special branch probably isn't human anymore. All too well because I'm dying for some payback. Against both the agency and its enemies.
