4 Vampires. 1 Mortal. Who will survive? One would think that, logically, an immortal would kick a mortals ass... but this was a special case. One girl, made a difference in the world. She was a vampire slayer, a young slayer.. But that did not undermine her natural skills.

To be the hunter, you must know how to be hunted as well. She was one of the rare few who had learned and kept this to herself, using it whenever she could. She had been hunted many a time, but the hunters did not know that they themselves were the prey.. Waiting to be killed. Do you have what it takes? I know the hunter does... but do you? Would you have the guts to take on 4 fully powered vampires... even though they were not the elite of their kind? Could you even survive for more than a few seconds under their piercing gaze? Follow the story of a woman hunter and her story of how she was captured, tortured and...

A piercing scream cut through the night, blood curdling sound echoing through the silent Green street. A dull thud resounded through an alleyway as a body fell to the ground, dark figure standing over it with a Cross like steak held in it's hand. A hollow, cold laugh rung through the alley, bouncing off of the dull metal trash cans and cardboard boxes that resided in the otherwise empty alley.

The corpse before the figure slowly disintegrated into ash, ash turning red as it was churned upward by a small breeze passed by. The ash took on a figure, it glowed a soft white as the figure gently whispered 'Thank you.' The glowing white figure was that of a woman, about 30 or so in age with long dark locks of toffee brown. "Think nothing of it, say hello to my brother Richie Phillips for me." The figure that had slain the other said, in a voice quite unmatchable to either male or female. The white figure gave a gentle nod, fading away into oblivion. Her soul was set free once again, another job well done.

Bruised and slightly bleeding, the dark figure leaned against the wall of the alleyway, pulling a sharp piece of glass from it's shoulder blade. The figure gritted it's teeth in pain as it discarded the glass, quietly awaiting a regaining of strength. A few choice words were muttered under it's breath, tone taking on a more womanly tone than a few moments ago.

After regaining enough strength to walk, the figure pushed itself off the wall and stalked out into the street, almost being blinded by a nearby street light. The artificial light danced across pale arms and the skin of her face, giving off a soft eerie glow. Dark locks of purple and black were illuminated as she scanned the area around her, deep blue eyes peering testily at the area surrounding her. A breeze blew at the tree's out in front of the businesses and pubs that resided along green street, Pubs absolutely buzzing with noise as the doors were open and shut.

An irritated sigh fell from the woman's lips as she glanced to the pubs, knowing she needed a drink if she was going to make it through the night without much more pain. She took a sidestep out of the glaring fluorescent light, wrapping the wound on her shoulder quickly, like a pro. She pinned the gauze closed and tugged an overcoat around her slender shoulders, picking up a bag that had, until now, been hidden underneath a bush. She pulled the bag over her good shoulder and strode toward the pub, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach growing. Something bad would come of this, but she needed a drink.. And a place to stay which she knew this particular pub had.

A small bell was heard as she opened the door, laughter and sounds of joyful conversations reached her ears as she stepped forth into the pub. It was a grand little pub, full of people who knew each other well and that had friends or acquaintances to speak with. A small sigh passed her ruby red lips as she sat herself at the bar, setting her bag gently beside her on the floor. Her elbows found themselves sitting upon the bar, forehead placed upon one of them which was balled into a fist. She flagged down the bartender and ordered a brandy, not needing any more alcohol than that in fear of doing something she'd regret in the morning.

A smaller older man of about five foot five inches tall toddled over to her, squat features beaming at her. "Hello there mi'lady." he said kindly and sat himself upon the barstool beside her. "I've noticed you were alone and needed some good company." His dark brown eyes were watery, and full of happiness that simply bubbled over into his speech. She couldn't help herself as she smiled him, answering charmingly.

"Good company would be wonderful indeed." she turned to him gently, observing his almost glowing face. Wow.. Someone was way to happy.. But she could live with it. Being overly happy was better than not happy at all. "I'm Ashton Harris, nice to meet you." she said. Finally, the mysterious girl now had a name. But was it her -real- name? No, it wasn't. A Fake name to prevent nasty little things to pop up, she used different ones everywhere she went. She held her hand out to him, he took it and shook it gently.

"Wonderful to meet you Miss Harris." he said with a broad smile, nodding his head. "I am David Chandler." he dropped her hand gently and sat his rather chubby one onto the bartop, thick sausage like fingers tapping against the wood. The bartender slid the brandy across the table and, without looking, 'Ashton' reached out with her left hand and grabbed it. Mr. Chandler almost gaped, but kept his voice level. "Handy trick." he said with a deep chuckle.

Ashton nodded, taking a sip from her brandy. "Handy indeed Mr. Chandler." she said with a soft, almost hollow sounding, laugh. She chatted simply with him, not having talked with someone other than death threats or quick witty banter before they died for a week or so. 'Ashton' laughed genuinly as he told a story of him and a friend when they were teenagers, going out and getting positively drunk He told her of a camp that they went to and sat 'round the campfire, doing rather humorous things and playing drinking games.

Across the bar, a man sat with a dark haired companion. The companion chatted while he, 'listened.' though, his listening was impaired by watching Ashton. He had seen her before, and something told him that she was the one he was looking for. He turned and excused himself from his companion, saying he needed to go to the restroom, which was conveniently right behind the bar.

He went into the small corridor that seperated the bar from the bathroom and stood behind the door with tinted glass and studied 'Ashton', knowing that this was not her real name or even her real appearance. She was a vampire slayer, she had to change up her appearance every once in awhile to not be spotted by vampires who knew of her. But the man knew better. He went over in his mind what he knew about her, like some sort of flash card for a memorization quiz. He knew that her real name was Elizabeth Amber Parker. She was19 years old, and as good of a vampire hunter as those who had been hunting for a full 30 years. She was one of the best, which was why they sent one of the best vampires to retrieve her. He watched Amber chat with the chubby short man as if he was an old friend as she drank her brandy.

A couple of girls in the corner chatted away, spying the man who was looking out of the tinted window. They, being conceited and overly narcissistic, sent one of the prettiest to go see what he wanted. As the blonde hair blue eyed girl passed Amber, she gave a scoff of disgust and flipped her overly fake Barbie platinum blonde hair over her shoulder and walked behind the bar and into the small corridor with the man. Amber rolled emerald colored eyes at the girl, shaking her head and muttering something about 'Bimbo's' under her breath. This caused Mr. Chandler to snort and almost choke on a beer he had ordered earlier. Amber didn't bother to look in the bathroom, where the man was pulling her into the unisex bathroom and draining her. The screams of pain and agony were barely audible through the two sets of doors, and what little sound made it past there died out in the hustle of the bar. The man walked out, smirk on his face and his now warm skin looking of a more healthy tan-ish color. He leaned against the bar wall, eyes casually scanning over Amber once more as he tuned in to her and Mr. Chandler's conversation.

"So Ms. Ashton," he started, not knowing that this was indeed a fake name. "I take it you've had your fair share of experiences with girls like her before?" he jerked his head as a gesture to where the blonde girl had disappeared to.

"Oh dear Mr. Chandler... you have no idea." Amber said, shaking her dark head. "Shallow beauties do nothing for the sake of our world which is becoming more shallow and more attracted towards the girls who are beautiful and have wonderful bodies but have nothing in the pretty little heads of theirs." she said, rolling emerald eyes gently. Amber was not the most beautiful girl you had ever seen, she was an average beauty... but when you looked into the eyes and saw the soul... she was made into one of the most beautiful.

"Wise words from someone so young in age." Mr. Chandler observed, nodding his head gently. "You must be a treasure in your home town." he said with a kind smile, his watery chocolate brown eyes shining with his kind nature.

Amber gave a small chuckle. "Oh Mr. Chandler, you flatter me so." she said with a small, rare smile. The dark mysterious man that leaned against the wall's jaw almost dropped at the sight of her smile, for it seemed to brighten the whole room with just a small one.

"I knew there was a smile in you somewhere." Mr. Chandler said, beaming.

"Oh, you mustn't tell anyone." she whispered, as if she was hiding a secret. "I've got a reputation to keep you know." she said, coughing as if she hadn't said anything, tapping her fingers upon the bar top in an innocent manner. To tell the truth, Amber was never a happy go lucky, bright (in a sunshiny morning person way), humorous teenager. Amber did have a sense of humor that came out only when she was in the company of people she enjoyed, and she became happier in the presence of these people. She was a bright, quick witted, sarcastic and slightly cold girl when forced to be, but only let her true personality shine through when she was comfortable with those surrounding her.

Her antics earned another hearty laugh from Mr. Chandler, who wiped tears of joy from his watery brown eyes. "Oh Ashton my dear, you crack me up." he said with a chuckle before sipping from his beer.

"Oh no Mr. Chandler, never! It's the beer talking." she said with an affirmative nod. This earned, yet another, laugh from Mr. Chandler and he almost spewed his beer out of his nose. Amber finished off her brandy, as if she hadn't said or done anything, and gave a genuine smile to Mr. Chandler. "I'm off to rest, I've had a trying day." Yea, killing 2 vampires and 2 werewolves in one night would do that to you sometimes.

"Goodnight m'dear Ashton." he said, waving to her. "Sleep tight, don't let the vampires bite." he chuckled, having no idea that vampires were real, though they were rumored to be in this area.

Amber shuddered in fake fear. "Oh Mr. Chandler, you should not frighten me so." she said, eyes growing wide as if in panic, clutching her hands to her chest dramatically. "You will keep me up all night with that." she said, flinging an over dramatic hand to her forehead. "But Alas, I must bid you adue anyway." She grinned and bowed to him, taking her bag and heading toward the inn in the back of the bar.

"Goodnight, keep your neck covered." he said with a chuckle before making his way over to the dark-haired woman that the mysterious man had left earlier. Amber rolled her eyes, waving and disappearing behind a door which lead to the inn-keepers office. The Mysterious man, who will from now on be referred to as Mr. Mystery for my own record keeping purposes, though this is not his real name, followed Amber in just before she closed the door. The hairs on the back of Amber's neck stood straight up as she felt a small gust of wind rush past her and she looked about suspiciously before making her way to the inn-keepers desk.

"Hello Dear." the lady inn-keeper said. "My name is Mrs. Mc Mullins and how can I be of service to you?" she said, curls of gray hanging in kind, gentle blue eyes.

"I'd like to rent a room for the night, if you please Mrs. Mc Mullins." Amber said, keeping manners and other things in check.

"Last name Dearie." Mrs. Mc Mullins said, grabbing a pen and poising it beside a large number 7, indicating that this was the room she was going to stay at.

"Harris, Ashton Harris." Amber said with a small nod.

"Beautiful name, Ashton." Mrs. Mc Mullins said with a kind smile before writing her name down next to the number seven. "That'll be 100 for the night Ms. Harris." she said, finally looking up to her.

"Can I charge it?" Amber asked with a small, fake, hopeful smile.

"Of course you can dear." she held her hand out for a credit card, which Amber gave her without a second thought. "The credit card belongs to my boyfriend.. He sent me out on a sort of vacation for the weekend." Amber said, small giggle rolling past her lips. It was fake, but one could not tell unless they knew her. Amber had no boyfriend, the man who owned the credit card was her BOSS not boyfriend. Amber hated lying to people, but she could not risk being found. Although, she already had been found.. She just did not know it.

Mrs. Mc Mullins smiled. "Ohh, I hope you two are a happy couple." she said, swiping the card before handing it back to her.

"Oh we are." Amber 'assured' her with a small nod.

"Well then dear, here is your key." she said, handing her a key with a 7 keychain hanging off of it. "Have a wonderful stay here." she said with a kind smile.

"Oh, I will. Thank you so much Mrs. Mc Mullins." she said, taking the key and heading upstairs.

"It's the 4th door on your left dear!" Mrs. Mc Mullins called just as she reached the first floor. Mr. Mystery darted quietly up the steps after Amber, staying in the shadowy corner at the far end of the hall, far past Ambers room.

"Thanks!" Amber called back before walking down the hallway, and sure enough.. Room 7 was the fourth door to her left. Amber opened it quickly, darting in at such a speed that startled Mr. Mystery and closed it so fast he could not slip past. He was close to hitting the door, but stopped himself from falling and hitting it and stepped back, wondering how he would get to her now.

Amber, now safe in the room, sighed and locked the window, sitting in a chair beside it. She dropped her bag next to her bed and leaned her forehead on the cool glass of the window. She relaxed slightly, slouching in the chair as she looked about the fairly neat inn-room, nodding as if she was impressed.

It had one large king size bed, made up with a blue cover and silver satin sheets. The theme of the room was simply Midnight blue and silver, and it worked well with it. The walls were painted a simple dark blue, making the room look darker than it normally would, accented with silver picture frames and trim. There were silver and blue armchairs, the silver one was currently holding Amber. Thinking she should shower before going to bed, she lifted herself from the armchair and got her toiletries and comfortable pj's from the bag and headed to the bathroom, water soon pouring from the shower head. Steam poured from the water, fogging up the mirror and leaking from under the bathroom door.

Amber quickly undressed and hopped in the hot shower, muscles relaxing as the hot water hit her porcelain like skin. Many bruises and gashes marred her skin, many of them faded but you could still see where they were. Some of the bruises were from fairly recent hunts, one rather large one coming from her first kill of the night.. An egotistical male vampire. My my, that was fun and a piece of cake for Amber. It wasn't often that Amber actually enjoyed killing a creature, but that one was particularly pleasing. It wasn't exactly enjoyable, for he kept making perverted jokes about torture as she killed him. She thought of it as killing an egotistical bastard and a vampire, since the world would not miss either. Small bruises along her upper thigh were from the female vampire, as well as the grotesque gash that was now in her shoulder blade.

She hummed a beautiful tune of old, the melodious sound leaking under the doorway with the steam and reaching the ever listening ears of Mr. Mystery who was standing right outside of her room. He leaned against the wall just beside her door, closing his striking sapphire eyes and listening, brushing a hand through his pitch black hair. He remembered the song from his childhood.. It being one of the few things he remembered at all from his childhood. Memories flooded his mind, images of screaming women and yelling men running from a town that was burning down to the ground, a lone boy sitting and staring as the fire engulfed house over house, sadistic smile on his lips.

As suddenly as the tune began, it screeched to a halt as the water turned off and Amber stepped from the shower, scent of vanilla and roses hanging in the air filled with steam. Oh, the wonderful scent of vanilla. Mr. Mystery licked his blood red lips, smirking gently. The blonde from earlier smelled of vanilla... though her blood tasted bitter and revolting. She might've been pretty, but her giggle made him want to cringe. 'Honestly, could I not take a girls life who is at least half way interesting and doesn't fling themselves at me?' He asked himself, leaning his dark head leisurely against the wall 'Of course not, I am too handsome and mysterious for that.' a darker voice replied, smirk coming from Mr. Mystery as he heard the voice. "Too true." he whispered under his breath. 'But I bet Amber wouldn't fling herself at me.' a quiet voice murmured in the back of his mind. A thoughtful look passed over Mystery's face as he took in a large breath, inhaling the scent of Amber once again. "Too true.." he whispered again before pushing himself off the wall and escaping down a fire escape, off to his hideout for the night. He would continue his hunt of her when sundown came, but for now.. He needed rest and time to think.

Amber dried her hair off by rubbing it with a towel, soft waves now cascading down her back, which was at one point perfectly straight. She put on her comfortable pajamas and headed off to bed, after placing removable tar around the windows and doors and hanging a clove of garlic in the window. One could never be too careful in a town you knew nothing of.

The man was sent to capture her, and take her to a remote vampire school in North America, in a remote little town called 'Shadows'

Some days I sit staring out the window watching the world pass me by. Sometimes I think there's nothing to live for anymore & I almost break down & cry. Don't use excuses. Don't ask why. It's just a break down. It happens all the time so get out of my face. Don't even try. You wanna help me? Just let me cry

A heart is like glass, dropped once, broken forever,
& even if the pieces finally get put back together
it will never be the same.

So many of my friends are guys. They're great in times of emergencies like when you need a date to the prom or a stand-in boyfriend when some guy you don't like is hitting on you. No matter how much you fight, they always keep coming back

Life brings tears, smiles, & memories.
The tears dry. The smiles fade.
But the memories last forever

You're not the breath I breath, just the sweet scent that I enjoy. You're not the sights I see, just the most beautiful of them. You're not the water I drink, just the flavor that makes it taste so good. You're not the ground I walk on, just the partner I sometimes lean on. You're not the blood in my veins, just what makes it burn so sweetly. You're not my life, just the one I want to spend it with. You're not my world, just the best thing in it.

She's not the kind of girl who likes to
tell the world about the way she feels about herself.