Sound of the Fiddle

Okay, so here's my Carlisle story! This is just the prologue, so it'll get good soon. Again, this story is what I thought about when certain things were elluded to during the explaination of Carlisle's history. There were a few questions I had, so I decided to turn those into a story and see what came of it!
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Prologue: Hunters

London, beneath its grey and dishearteningly dominant exterior, was a place of mystery and unenlightened obscurity. In these times, fear reigned supreme, stemming from the inner city where the greatest power of the world fought to maintain control as a second and equally as impending power rose to take its place as the religion of the world. But as with the old power, the new power would bring with it into the hearts of many whom it affected a fear perhaps greater than the old power had ever sanctified. At long last it would seem the old power of the world had, at least in London, been forced to share its powerful throne with the new influence. But wen this happened, those who followed the new power followed it with a vitatlity that had not been seen in ages. With every law that was carried out by this new power of the city, London folk followed with vigor.
Fear blended together with supposed righteous judgment, judgement the new power thought it was its right to uphold against the filth of the city, And people, fearful of what would become of thier souls if they did not follow, carried out the judgement of the new Church when it found something wrong with an individual, group, clan, race, or any other miscreant that followed the rythym of what had been set in place before new power had arisen. Those faithfully following the old power and thus disconcerning the laws of the new power were judged and found guilty, and so not even those who were innocent were truly innocent in the eyes of the new power. Over the course of years, the new power became greedy and power hungry and it would feed on the fear of its people.
Witch hunts ensued like they never had before, hunting down those who were innocent, albeit walking to the beat of their own drums. Women who held a love and reverence for the earth were hunted down and tired as witches andfound guilty, and men who bre the same reverence for God's creations and who did not attend Church regularly and did not lead his family as religious leader of his house were tried and found guilty to be witches, or in league with the devil trying to rid the world of goodness, despite the attempts of the righteous church. The church saw no fault in the murder of those they hated.
There were others whom the Church hunted, but it hunted these beings with special teams of horsemen or skilled swordsmen. Like witches, there were many who were taken to trial and found guilty who were not so. But there were a few who were real, and they imposed a threat not only to the religion the Church preached, but the very wellbeing of the clergy and its subjects, or such a threat the Church feared vampires and werewolves would impose.
At the head of a team of "devil" hunters-or so the creatures they hunted became known among the citizens of the city of London-was a reknowned Anglican pastor, and he led his son and several men who were brave enough in hunts for witches, werewolves, and vampires. The father instilled a hatred for the 'creatures' he and his son's troop hunted into the mind of his child, though not the same desire to kill that he bore. The son was called Carlisle, and his father treasured him and held him high on a pedistal in his life, so that he was more precious to his father than all of the wealth of the world. When Carlisle had grown into a young man, however, he found fault with the harsh judgement his father carried out and he grew weary of the killings he had been subjected to since his youth. His father knew the peacefull nature of Carlisle, and feared that it would be the end of the name they had established for themselves.
This name was infamous amidst the ones they hunted, and those they hunted knew their faces and their names, and waited for a chance to bring them down into their misforutne. Carlisle and his father became the prey of the hunted, though it was not until Carlisle's father became to old to hunt that the creatures of the night found thier long awaited chance to rid the earth of the ones who blighted their race.
Carlisle inherited his father's place as a leader of hunters, though he did not want it. He only accepted to see his father happy with him, to see the fear he knew was in the old man's eyes fade away with the knowledge that his place in the world would not be forgotten. But young Carlisle lacked the enthusiasm his father had failed to imprit upon him for the killing of vampires. He hated them, that was true, and he thought them monsters, but he did not wish to kill, though no one knew why. Without a reason to their questions, the creatures Carlisle hunted saw their chance to take he and his father down at last.