The night air was violently cold. The rushing wind would have cut the cheeks of whomever would brave it, leaving the feeling of warm blood trailing down their face. Tonight was a night you wouldn't want to be out. Well you really wouldn't want to be out any night if you were a human. Zandella and her gang were the beautiful guardians of the moon and whomever her light touches they'd make into a sweet bloody satisfaction to their never ending hunger.

Zandella's brother Ryou hisses in anger as they ran to hide. The rest of Zandellas' gang was safe in their cave but Zandella and Ryou got caught at a bad time in the trail of vampire hunters. Zandella took a sharp turn left and her brother drew his long stunning black angel wings and took flight.

"Get her!" Zandella could hear the voices behind her so well as every note of every word echoed through her acute ears. "You call yourselves vampire hunters!"

Zandella dove into the window of an old building. 'I'm safe' she thought. She sat quietly with her eyes closed, slowly breathing as the hunters passed the window. She stayed there for a few minutes calming herself. 'Now where the hell am I?' She stood up and looked around. The room was dark and empty. Undisturbed for years. There was a piano in the corner. Its dark shiny raven surface was now covered in sickly grey dust. There was cobwebs layered on the bottom near the legs and all around. The curtains were moth eaten and faded. Zandella went to the door and pushed it open sending the sound of the squeaky hinges echoing through the empty building. "A church?" she questioned as she saw the rundown and broken pews and the dust covered alter. The walls were bare and the stained glass windows were broken and hole covered allowing moon light to seep through is small streams. "How very ironic me ending up here." She lay on a pew and stared up at the ceiling to wait until the hunters were far gone.

Chap 2

The next morning….

Zandella woke to someone touching her face. She slowly opened her eyes and when her vision came to her she screamed. The man jumped back.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you." he said shyly. Zandella just looked at him in horror. "Are you alright?" Zandella shook fearfully. The man walked over to her. "Ma'am, I'm not going to harm you." She backed up into a stream of sunlight. Zandella winced and jumped out of its way. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" asked the man again. Zandella softly spoke something in her native language hoping the man would go away.

"You don't understand a word I'm saying do you?"

She closed her eyes and began to cry silently. She had been discovered by a human. What would her brother think? What would her father think? He'd kill her for being so foolish. The man walked over to her again and pulled her into his arms this time hoping to comfort the girl. She grabbed his shirt with her clawed fist and sobbed. "Its okay" said the raven haired man softly.

"No… no its not." She spoke quietly with anger and fear in her voice as well. The man was a bit taken aback by her voice.

"Why not?" He pulled her chin away from his body and lifted it so he could look into her eyes. She snapped them shut instantly.

"I cant tell you"

"Why?"

"Because…because of who you are."

"What do you mean 'who I am?' We've never met before. Or are you referring to the fact that I am a priest?" She nodded fearfully at the last word. "Oh my… Who are you?" She opened her crimson eyes and looked at him. "You're…..you're…a….a…..va…va-vampire?" The man gulped.

"Yes…." He pushed her away and pulled from his shirt his cross necklace.

"Back you…you demon!"

She regained her composure and spoke normally "Put that thing away. I'm not going to drain you of your blood"

"Why are you here?….and in a church of all places" He stuttered trying not to let the fear in his voice show.

"Hiding but what's it to you….not like you give a damn about me you'd rather have me destroyed"

"What are you hiding from?" he asked slightly calming himself.

"People like you" she stated coldly.

"Like me?"

"Those who want my head" She kept her bitter tone but it was now laced with a bit of sadness. She couldn't understand why she was explaining any part of her life to a human and one of the Holy at that.

"I'm sorry" he said lightly. "I sorry for judging you, its not in my nature to judge anyone, so I shouldn't be judging you just because you are a vampire."

"I'm used to it. Just because I am different everyone fears me and hates me. Wants me dead because I am out of the norm and I may be a threat to society. They think my kind could take out the human race. It would never happen, as long as you people keep breeding the human race will never die. But my people on the other hand…we will some day. We will stop existing or be killed off by those damn vampire hunters." Zandella growls slightly.

The young priest watched her pace about the room. Her dark hair moving with her every step. Her hips in a bit of a sway. How could someone like her be so lovely. Wasn't vampires supposed to be the living dead, she should look like a zombie but instead she was beautiful. No wonder they always said her kind was seductive.

"How do you deal with them if you don't mind me asking"

"We can't stand against them alone we have to be in a pack before we can hold our own" She stated with a sigh. She thought about her clan. She wondered if the had noticed her missing. Of course they would. Her father would be furious when she returned.

"You're victims" he whispered automatically.

"That's what I have been trying to tell you." She stopped pacing and placed herself upon a pew and sighed, looking away from the priest.

"What is your name?"

"Why should I tell you, so you can hunt me like the rest of them because I defy God!" She snapped at him unintentionally.

"No I give you my word that no harm will come your way on my behalf."

"What makes you think I will trust you? You're one of them. A human. A Holy!"

"You can trust me."

Zandella glanced outside it was still really early in the day. So any hope of leaving soon would just be out of the question. She was stuck here with him until nightfall.

"That's right. The sun. You cant leave here until nightfall."

"Wanna bet." She stood up and stormed over to the door and opened it. The bright sunlight beamed down on her sensitive skin, she backed away and slammed the door with a hiss.