Ok,so this is my first fanfic...I can't believe I'm actually writing fanfic and posting it, but one day I just had a dream and I've decided to write it down and it turned out to be fanfiction... I'm not really sure about, but I hope u like it :)

Rated T for some language

And I think I'll need to say...

Disclaimer: I do not own the Night World Series.

(Tell me if I missed something out...


She was the huntress. The absolutely cruel and ruthless huntress.

She advanced on her, but the girl stood there without a move.

"You know why we're here."

She felt her lips curling back, her face becoming more and more dangerous and inhumanly beautiful. She could feel her two sharp, canine teeth. Delicate instruments of death. She could feel more blood running in her lips, making her lips redder.

The girl lowered her eyes, "Yes." She took a deep breath, a look of determination appeared on her face, "I know you want me for something. Do what you want, but make it quick." She lifted her eyes uneasily, and looked right into the huntress's eyes. Deep, warm, mesmerizing brown eyes.

She hesitated. "You know what I am." the huntress said dryly. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. She didn't know how this girl knew about her , or how much she knew, but it all doesn't matter right now. Not anymore. "Why did you still follow me then? You knew what would happen."

"I trust you." She answered simply.

"I'm afraid I'll have to prove you wrong right now." She laughed. But This is wrong. She thought, This is weird. A prey that isn't scared of me, and says she "trust me?" She knew it herself that she was two-hundred-percent evil. Cruel, ruthless. She works for the Circle Midnight witches, and also other secret dark organizations. She was famous for being cruel to her victims. Vermin preys especially. Most of them were scared to death at the first sight they saw her, before she even does anything fun to them. And she found that quite annoying. She wanted them to scream, to struggle, and then she could watch them die slowly. Nobody who knew her wasn't afraid of her.

And yet, this girl with deep, warm brown eyes, was allowing herself to be the prey of the most dangerous vampire in the world, and she knew that she was a dangerous vampire.

So why? She couldn't help wondering.

You know her. A voice in her mind told her quietly.

Shut up!! She snapped. I do not know any vermin, and I don't care about them. The most important thing of being the most dangerous vampire is to forget love, forget friendship, and anything that gets in the way for revenging.

Revenge. The only thing that kept her alive for years. The only thing that mattered. To revenge the world. To revenge how unfair her life had been before she became the ruthless Dark huntress. She have no feelings at all. She had never loved or cared about anyone anymore since she became the Dark huntress. She had a heart as cold as ice, and as hard as stone. To her, love is weak, useless, and dangerous. She absolutely hated love. She'd seen people before who once was strong, independent, and was ready for everything, but then because of love, love ruined everything. It made them weak and miserable, and they gave up everything they had just for love. She would have twisted someone's head off if she heard them saying some cliché like "Love conquers all."

She stepped back, tilted her head and looked at the girl. She had dark auburn hair and fair skin, narrow cheek bones with a few very light freckles spread across her nose. Most of all, her warm, chocolate brown eyes. It was like as if it could melt the coldest snow on the highest mountain-tops, and molten the hardest stone. But now they looked frightened, yet somehow in a way they were sad too.

"Why would you think that? I tricked you to this place." She managed a cold hiss, "And you're not scared or mad or anything?"

"You are my friend." She said, her warm eyes lit up again. "I know you." She added quietly.

That was unexpected. She wanted to laugh, laugh at the non-sense about "friendship", she also felt shocked. How dare her to compare me, the Dark huntress, to those filthy weak things like friendship and love? But more of all, she was angry.

"You think I would have friends like you?" She said angrily. "I never have any friends!"

"Yes you did have friends." She said in a quite, calm, controlled voice. "Do you remember when we still were young? When you haven't become what you are now?" She lifted her head, and continued slowly,

"You were my best friend. You understood everything about me and you knew about me more than anyone else. You always gave me hope. You were like a big sister to me." She shifted her weight uneasily, but her eyes had inexpressible tenderness in it. " I remember once, I fell down while I was cycling, it really hurts, and I was crying." She laughed softly at herself. "And then you came. You told me not to worry, and you helped me all the way to the nurse. Don't you remember?"

What the hell is she talking about? It's probably because she's too afraid she's turning crazy.

How could I bring people hope? I blast people's hopes. I am the demon, the monster, the monster that everyone is afraid of.

"I don't understand a thing you are talking about. And if you think I would let you go because of that, you're wrong." She said dangerously, her voice was hard and cold, as cold as ice splinters that could dag right through your heart and kill you with it.

The girl fought hard not to flinch at her voice. Her skin turned paler, which made her look amazingly fragile and breakable. She closed her eyes and shook her head lightly, trying not to tremble.

"I do. And I know you remember that too, deep in your heart. I cared about you, and you cared about me. You just don't want to admit it." She let out a shaky breath. "You've changed." She finally decided.

She was slightly shaking at this point, agitated. "How dare you—" And then she paused and gained control of herself again. This is no time for wasting time on this girl. She glared at her darkly, and took a deep breath. She laughed darkly and said: "Yes, indeed. I've changed. And I've learnt a lot from the past." She said in a strange tone, "And I hope you would learn something from this—" She lunged herself to the girl.

But something stopped her.

Those brown eyes. They were as clear as the purest creek that flows from the highest mountain. And they were warm chocolate brown. They weren't frightened or scared. They weren't surprised or angry. They were sad. They had inexpressible sorrow in it. It was somehow like a hurt animal's eyes that knew it was going to die. But the only difference is they weren't sad because she was about to die. It was as if she was worried and sad for her. The demon. The monster that was about to kill her. And then there were tears in her eyes. But they weren't tears of fear. They were tears of sorrow.

"Anne-Marie." The girl closed her eyes and whispered, "Anne-Marie Honora Dark."

The scene shifted to another misty scene. It was another dark valley, and two dark figures were standing there.

It was the Dark huntress. With another girl, a girl with darker hair and violet eyes. And she was slowly closing their distance between them. She held the girl's shoulders tightly, and was ready to lunge. And the girl's huge violet eyes looked terrified.

Wait, I know her, she's—

But the huntress's lips were already on her throat.

"NO!"


Please review and tell me what you think, I think I'm kinda nervous...lol