A/N: Hello, everyone. This is the first story I'm posting here, but rather than the usual request for everyone to be kind, I'd much rather people are honest. Please tell me if you spot any problems with my work. Or if you like it, of course ^^. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I only own Saida. Everything else is either property of whomever has rights to The Little Vampire, and in this chapter, whomever owns Van Helsing 2004

My name is Saida Lusin, and I am a vampire hunter.

Now, before you freak out, let me explain. Yes, vampires exist, but you probably won't ever encounter one. It's my job to ensure that no normal human need ever deal with something so far out of their comprehension, and I do my job we-

What's that? You already know about vampires?

Well, crap. I guess I've been slaking of a bit too much lately… But don't worry, I'll be back on track soon enou-

Oh? You don't want me back on track? You like the vampires?

Well, thanks for your concern, everyone…

Since you're all so well informed, let's get on with it. Listen up.

You may not like it, but the truth of the matter is that vampire hunters are necessary. Just think about it! A normal vampire "eats" about once a week. So one vampire, in just a month, turns into sixteen! And if it's a whole coven? Three to five vampires become forty-eight to eighty!

The vampirism spreads. That's just a fact.

Now, please don't think I'm totally evil. I know perfectly well that they just need to eat, as everything does. Which is what the more… gentle side of the hunting organization – the Guardians – take care of: feeding the vampires.

More statistics: around the world, a person dies every five minutes. That's 288 people a day, or 2016 in a week. So, we make arrangements with hospitals and funeral homes to extract the blood from the bodies and send it to us. There are around six quarts of blood in the average human, so that's around 3024 gallons of blood in a week. Of course, before you get too disgusted, keep in mind that this procedure is undertaken anyways, in order to prepare the remains for wakes and the burial or cremation process itself.

Back on track: The organization receives around 2000 gallons of blood (the other 1024 is generally kept, either for autopsy results or for the individual's religious reasons) a week. That's more than enough to supply the entire vampire population with blood twice over.

In the late 1890s, the hunters officially dropped the title of "slayer" and took on "guardian" or "hunter", depending on their job description. This change was brought about by the demise of Dracula himself, as well as two of his deadly brides, at the hands of Van Helsing. With his death, the more… shall we say, humane vampires poured out of the woodwork, lead by none other than Verona. The vampiress personally visited Van Helsing and asked for his forgiveness for everything in the past, explaining her longing to give her children life, and her bitter acceptance that it would never happen. The two powerful leaders created a treaty, in which the vampires swore to take only the blood that was provided to them by the organization, and the hunters promised to use their world-wide connections to retrieve the blood the nightwalkers needed and were sworn to hunt only those who broke this agreement.

It took several years for the alliance to fully form, and it almost all fell apart when Verona took her own life to join her children, "sisters", and husband (all of whom she truly did love) in the afterlife, but it was fully in place by the 1950s.

Perfect, right? Now everyone can get along!

Except it's not perfect. The vampires, used to being free to eat as they wished under Dracula's rule, had a bit of a hard time getting used to only feeding when they were near a station, no matter how many there were. Some complained that the blood we provided didn't suit their palates.

Either way, some vampires choose not to acknowledge the agreement.

I am a hunter. It's my job to hunt down and end those who break this law between us. It is not a fun job, but it is necessary.

A true vampire hunter isn't in this for the money (believe me, the pay sucks), nor for the glory (what glory? Nobody knows vampires exist!). No, a true hunter only ever joins up if they've lost someone.

And it's fairly normal, after that initial loss, to go a little stir crazy. Well, usually a bit more than a little. That's what happened to Rookery, you know. He just lost it. I can't really blame him, though…

But that's not the point. Nope, this story's about more than just my ramblings on vampire hunter criteria. I'm sure, clever people that you are, you've realized something. The Sackville-Baggs have been flitting about, chomping people (okay, mostly cows) left and right for three centuries. Which means…

Yep, that's right. It's a violation of the code.

This is the story of my experience with the Sackville-Baggs; how we met, how we reached a truce, how a hunter decreased the vampire population by…well, a lot, and maybe, just maybe, about love's tendency to not care about the details.

A/N Thank you for reading, more will be up soon. Please leave a review!