The cold stabbed sharply at the exposed skin around Bond's eyes. He was wrapped up from head to toe with his eyes exposed. The 'heat trapping' visors he is advised to use are useless pieces of crap he adamantly refuses to wear. In his opinion, they do more damage than good. Fogged up goggles and an impaired sight will have your throat ripped out before your fingers can even brush the smooth wood of your stake.
The sharp sound of a twig being snapped underfoot jerks Bond's attention toward the underbrush directly behind him. He swings around, stake in hand, and stills his body completely. Sinking low to the ground to seek a somewhat petty cover from the small bushes scattered at his feet.
"Don't bother. I already know you're there. If I didn't, I would never have broken the stick."
Bond freezes. His eyes swivel up to a tall, thin figure emerging from the thick, black trees 50 paces away. The swollen silver moon casts eerie shadows upon the young dead man. He mustn't have been more than 25. A shame to have such a young soul destroyed. But it wasn't his job to pity them; it was his job to kill them. Bond mimicked the vampire's casual demeanour and let the stake fall to his side. The cold blue eyes belonging to the vampire followed the stake's path intently. Only when he thought it safe, did he speak again.
"So! Out for a late night hunt are we? Bit dangerous out here isn't it?"
Finding his voice, Bond responded coolly "The daylight's not much safer. Not anymore." The last part escaped his lips as a growl. Low and hard but he knew the vampire heard him, not matter how far away he was.
"Ah yes. Bit of a worry isn't it? Personally I hate them. The bastards are practically mocking their own kind."
"So not you then? You still burn?"
"to a crisp! Personally speaking, burning sounds a lot more appealing than sparkling." The young Vampire had begun pacing back and forth across the little clearing they were in. Bond could just make out the disgusted curl of his lips from where he stood. His initial impression of him changed from horror and disgust to wonder. This one was…different, still dangerous, but somehow a little bit off.
"So how are they doing it then? Walking in the light?"
"The daytimes, as I like to call them, don't like to share much. Well, that's how it used to be." There was a mischievous twinkle in his eye now. Something that made Bond very uneasy.
"'How it used to be?'"
The twinkle turned into an expression of smug satisfaction. "Wow! You really don't know anything do you?" his thin lips tugged up into a sly smile revealing razor sharp fangs on his upper and lower rows of teeth. A small trickle of fear slid down Bond's spine. Gripping the stake just a little tighter, he composed himself before speaking. He would not quiver under him.
"Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to stand here all night in the bloody freezing cold just to get two words of use out of you?"
Bond took two small steps back when the vampire standing across from him made a sound. A sound he had never heard a vampire make before. The vampire began to chuckle. So soft that if it weren't for his lack of a heartbeat, Bond might have thought him almost human.
"Well, while the latter does sound so much better, I came here to bargain for the former." The un-dead young man dropped his good humour and faced Bond straight on. In the blink of an eye, he crossed twenty paces. "I will tell you everything you want to know, I will answer any question you ask. For a price."
Bond's blood ran cold in his veins. His heart beating at a frighteningly fast pace, he said: "Name it."
Before Bond could blink, the boy was mere inches from his face. His breath caught in his throat, he tried to take a step back away from the cold creature in front of him. He should kill him. He knows he should. But this could be their biggest lead yet. And there was no way he was going to waste it.
"Immunity."
A little bit of pressure left Bond's chest as confidence began to pump its way back into his blood. That could be arranged.