An Opportunity

For the past few days, Gray has had the opportunity to literally sit and with nothing else to do but suffer the torture of his captors, he turned to his bloodline.

His mind had raced through everything that had happened until this point, and he had no choice but to admit that even he as a hunter in his previous life had not come across such a bloodline.

This bloodline was special in more ways than he could possible describe it. After all, other bloodlines activated with the aid of the moon or other bloodlines, but his bloodline had been excited differently.

It was with him willing to save his sister Cherry by fighting off her bullies. 

Basically, he had stood up for her.

This bloodline had been excited a second time when he had helped Duster against his bully.

In the manner of which it gave him strength beyond reasoning, it was easy for him to predict that this bloodline only showed its true strength when he fought for one that was wronged.

Their pain, anger and suffering literally flowed into his body to give him strength far beyond his station.

At the same time, from the incident with his elder brother Dan, Gray could tell that there was only so much pain, anger and suffering that he could take at a time.

Gray remembered what had happened at the point of his death in his previous life and how the Vampire god had smacked his face with one of the floating orbs.

Back then, he had talked with her, and she said that she was bringing gifts to her descendants on earth. This must have been one of those gifts she had been talking about.

Since the power of this bloodline laid in taking in pain and dishing out the suffering of others on their enemies, he decided to call it the Vengeance bloodline.

Gray was a warrior that had gone through intense suffering and pain, but he was currently in a new body. this was one that had not had the battering of life's viscosities.

It was foolishness to believe that the things his previous body could withstand could also be withstood by this current body. 

After all, both had entirely different strengths and levels.

For him to train this body to the peak like his previous body, then he had to take it slow. After all, he had not even built his previous body to the state that it was until many many years.

Nevertheless, his mind was still in the state of greatness that it was before.

However, he was currently contemplating a lot of things.

It was not hard for him to tell that the thoughts he had about the world were entirely different from the reality that had slapped him in the face.

All his life, he had thought that Supernaturals were the wrong ones. After all, he had seen the suffering that human beings had been through at the hands of supernaturals, hunted, killed and treated like trash. 

They were the bottom of the food chain in this world.

However, after seeing the things he had seen before, and the things that he was seeing now, he did not know what to think.

As a man that had killed a lot of demons, he could see their warped smiles and terrible looks as the same on the hunters that invaded his home.

Was this really the world he fought for? Gray continuously asked himself.

There was an old story about a frog in a well and how the frog had lived its entire life in the well. It would eat in the well. It would sleep in the well, and basically, it had its children and grandchildren in the well.

This frog would always look at the sky from the bottom of this well where it had lived and believed that the size of the sky was the size of the well's mouth.

However, was this true? No it was not. The sky was far greater than that, but the frog at the bottom of the well would never know this.

Not unless he suddenly left that well. 

At this moment, Gray could not help but believe that he was the frog in that well. 

For all his greatness, the substance of his ignorance was a very thick pill to swallow.

Gray sighed loudly. He brought a hand to touch his chest. After the second claw like mark that had appeared on his chest, none had appeared again.

Even though the people suffered, there had not been another one. Neither had he felt the kind of pain that he had felt the last time again.

Gray calculated that, like the other times, he could not move forward in strength until he had avenged the pain that had already been absorbed.

Of course, most of what he knew about this entirely new bloodline was foreign to him. 

It would be a while before he knew all of its secret.

Just then, the carriage pulling them along stopped again.

Gray frowned. All the times that the carriage had stopped, it was sign that the hunters wanted to have break along their journey.

Most of which involved torturing of the captured werewolves with blades and sometimes rape.

The look on the faces of the werewolves all changed. For some it was dread, and others, it was disgust. However, all of them had to admit that their fates were currently very terrible.

"Come out you maggots!" A hunter ordered. 

All of them obeyed and alighted.

As they did, Gray noticed two things. First was his current appearance through the pond on the ground.

Gray was dark skinned. He had long rough hair that naturally braided itself into long coils that fell on his shoulder.

He was young, and more skinny than most wereboys his age. Also his height would easily make one think that he was around nine and not twelve. 

His eyes were gray. Denver had said that he...