Alchemist history had been drilled into me nearly as much as the philosophies that governed our actions. “A long time ago—like, back in the Middle Ages—when the Alchemists were forming, a lot of factions had different ideas on how to deal with vampires. Nobody thought humans should associate with them. Those who eventually formed my group decided the best way was to work with Moroi just enough to keep them separate from humans. But there were others who didn’t take that approach. They thought the best way to keep humans free was to eradicate vampires—through any means.” I was relying on facts again, my old armor. If I reasoned away this argument, then I wouldn’t have to acknowledge what it would mean if there were people actively hunting Moroi.

“Sounds like vampire hunters to me,” Adrian pointed out.

“Yes, but they weren’t successful. There were just too many vampires, Moroi and Strigoi, for a group like this to take out. The last records we have of them are from, oh, I’d say the Renaissance. Those hunters eventually faded away.” Even I heard the uncertainty in my voice.

“You said that sword had alchemy symbols on it.”

“Old ones.”

“Old enough to be from the time that splinter group was breaking away?”

I sighed. “Yes. That old.”

I wanted to close my eyes and sink into my seat. Cracks were appearing in my armor. I still wasn’t entirely sure I could accept the idea of vampire hunters, but I could no longer rule out their possibility.

I could see Adrian studying me out of the corner of my eye. “Why the sigh?”

“Because this is all stuff I should have put together sooner.”

He seemed very pleased at the acknowledgment. “Well, you don’t believe in vampire hunters. Makes it hard to really consider them an actual threat when you operate in a world of facts and data, huh? But then… how would they have stayed under your radar for so long?”

Now that Adrian had given me the seeds, my mind was already working out the idea. “Because they’re only killing Strigoi—if these hunters exist. If some group were taking out Moroi, your people would notice. The Strigoi aren’t organized the same way, and even if they noticed, it’s not like they’re going to report killings to us. Plus, Strigoi are killed all the time by Moroi and dhampirs. A few dead ones would just be written off to you guys—if anyone even found them. Toss a Strigoi out in the sun, and you’d never even know they’d been there.” Relief poured through me at my conclusion. If a group like this did exist, they couldn’t be killing Moroi. Strigoi-hunting was still dangerous, however. Only Alchemists could be trusted to deal with those fiends’ deaths and keep them secret from average humans.

“Could you ask other Alchemists about hunters?” Adrian asked.

“No, not yet. I might be able to dig through some records, but I could never bring this up officially. They’d stick to my dad’s theory—that it was just some random, weird group of humans. Then they’d laugh me away.”