Thomas hated his life, it had drifted by in an aimless haze. Some called him blessed, others a hero, and still others a champion of God. He still hated his life. Countless monsters he'd slain. Some by the stake, others by the cleansing light of the sun. It wasn't until he met Bill that he realized he was a murder. The vampires he hunted weren't monsters: Satan's army of darkness, they were people, just people trying to make due in a bad situation. After Bill, Thomas had found meaning in his life. He vowed to help his enemy rather than hunt them, to help them live and not just survive. Little did he know with this vow, he would gain new enemies, enemies he used to call friends.