Blackout

I was alone and lost. I didn't know where I was, and I didn't know who I was. You can't get any more lost than that. With what I knew, and what I didn't, why would I crave the darkness where monsters hide? Because that's where the slayers hide too.

Cal Leandros has always walked the bloody line between keeping his mortal soul free and clear (more or less) and his horrific, otherworldly heritage breaking loose. But the memory of his brother Niko, his friends, and those he loves has always saved him. Until now.

Cal wakes up on a beach littered with the hacked-up remains of hideous creatures that were clearly looking for trouble. The fact that he probably caused the carnage doesn't faze him. Nor does the fact that he feels like a natural-born killer. What does faze Cal is that he can't remember Cal at all… and he's not sure he even cares.