A/N: Okay, so please don't hate me for posting yet another story! i know I have all these others ones posted, but I really do like getting these things up so I can get everyone's general opinion so I know it will be worth continuing once I get a chance to update! "Blood Pet" IS my number one prioirty at the moment though, so this story may not have an update for awhile, but I will try! I do like to work on other stories when that story isn't cooperating with me. :)
My hands were in the pockets of my jean jacket as I walked down the deserted street. This was boring. Usually there was at least some action… it had been a good several months since I had had a night like this, a night where absolutely nothing happened. A night where I could have actually enjoyed it at home if I had known that none of the towns' vampire population was going to be out and about.
I glanced at my watch: 11:34, by this time I had usually spotted a few vampires and had either killed them, or at least scared them in some way… what the hell was up? Were all the vampires having an official holiday from feeding or something? Even as I thought it, I knew it wasn't true.
I passed a particularly dark alley, one that didn't have an outlet to cut through. It was dark and rather menacing looking. I wasn't scared of the alley exactly; it just gave me the creeps, an uncomfortable tingle went up my spine and so I picked up my pace in order to pass it as fast as possible. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a dark chuckle. I turned on my heel and came face to face with my first vampire of the evening.
He was leaning nonchalantly against the wall of the building I had just passed. And I knew that he had not been there only seconds before when I have actually walked past the building and had actually glanced at it.
I looked at him, he was one that I hadn't seen before, which was strange; this was a small city and there weren't that many vampires around. It had been several months since I had seen one that I hadn't come across at least once before. Kind of weird too, but I didn't dwell on that. Instead, I took time studying him; trying to see if I could recognize some of his features. He was partially in the darkness, due to the streetlight being several feet away from him, but my eye sight is better than most humans, so I was able to see him pretty well with the minimum amount of light available.
He had dark hair, either black or brown, it was too dark to tell for sure, but I guessed it was either black or a very dark brown color. His eyes were just as dark as his hair, not that I was surprised, it wasn't very often that I came across a vampire who had any eye color besides black, dark blue or brown. Everything about them was usually dark, most of the time it was a clear indicator of their personality, which was also dark and foreboding.
I moved my head down to study the rest of him, taking a moment to look him up and down, seeming to size him up in my mind; he was wearing normal clothes, heavy set of work boots, dark blue jeans and a short sleeved button up shirt. I could feel the power radiating off him, so he was obviously old. Very old.
"Like what you see?" he asked softly, making me glance up at his face again. He was smirking at me.
I looked him dead in the eye, "I've seen better, leech." I responded evenly, my blue eyes not leaving his brown ones.
He arched an eyebrow, "Ah, not as dumb as you look, are you?" he asked, still smirking. I vaguely wondered how he was able to talk through the expression.
My eyes narrowed, somewhat offended that this vampire didn't know who I was.
"Oh, I know very well who you are, slayer, make no doubt about that." His voice was soft as he pushed himself off the wall and began walking towards me in slow deliberate steps.
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Raised and trained by her aunt to become one of the best vampire slayers in the world, Alana is determined to find and exact revenge on the vampire who ruthlessly murdered her parents when she was only six years old. She shows no mercy towards the d...