A/N: Holy forking shirt balls, it's here fam squad! I am so beyond excited to finally start dropping my story, It's Amore. It is based off the show Moonlight for those familiar with the show it was such a great loss, but I figured why not put our favorite couple in the mix with it? A massive shoutout goes to kmomof4 for her never ending support and love and putting this all together! Also, a huge I love you to hollyethecurious for not only being my beta but doing the artwork for this story! Thank you darling, cannot wait to see where we end up on this journey. I feel like I owe a lot of thanks to a lot of other people who have been supporting me throughout this time already, just know that I am sending all the love right back to ya! It's been too long fam squad, sorry about that! Just know I will try my hardest to have somewhat regular updates weekly (if not aiming for bi-weekly).
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They settled into their seats, the room only lit by the two spotlights on him. The room felt cold, not the temperature per se, but the atmosphere chilled her to the core.
"Mr. Jones, we've asked you here today because-"
"Aye, I know why you asked me here, love. It's because you humans are so obsessed with my kind."
"Well, yes. You have to admit it's rare meeting someone with you..like..that you're…"
"A vampire, you can say it. I won't bite, unless that's what you're in to."
She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, as if she could swallow her fear.
"Just kidding love, I have no need for you to offer up a vein, I have a guy." He acted as if that was natural, but then again, he wasn't natural.
"Like a dealer?"
"Sure, let's call him that."
"Do you sleep in a coffin?"
A deep chuckle left his throat, he tried to clear it without seeming like an ass. "Sorry, bad form to laugh, it's not like you know any better with these ridiculous wives' tales floating about. No, I do not sleep in a coffin. I sleep in a freezer."
"Speaking of these wives' tales. Garlic? Does it repel you?"
"Repels my dates, perhaps. Toss some holy water on me I get wet. Oh, and I can't turn into a bat. How cool would that be though?"
"Daylight?"
"Doesn't kill me, however, it weakens me. Best stay away from it when possible."
"So, you're undead." It sounded more like a question than she intended it to. He nodded solemnly encouraging her to finish the question. "How can one kill the undead? Wooden stake I'm guessing."
"Fair question, a bit hard to do so, but there are ways to exterminate us. Wooden stake won't kill, but it will paralyze us. After that all you have to do is chop off our head or set us on fire." A frown overtook his face, remembering an unpleasant memory. "Other than that, we heal."
An awkward moment of silence overtook the room.
"So, you don't feed off people? You seem, well you seem kind enough."
"Thank you, love. You see I don't attack innocents, women, or children. I live by a code, I believe in good form, and protecting people."
"Is that why you became a PI?"
"If the gods have made this mons - way I want to find a way to use my skills to help the world. I can hear things, see things people can't. I can help. And, there are some predators out there that need to be dealt with that need my special touch."
Her breath hitched on emphases he placed on the word. Here as he talked about violence, she could only imagine what it would be like for him to touch her.
"Anything you wish to say to the vampire wannabe's out there Mr. Jones?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, Miss. Swan." He shifted to the edge of his seat, looked dead into the camera and said, "stay out of my way."