Vampires have been around since the beginning of time so it only makes since that the Slayers that hunt them have been around just as long. Both sides have waged a constant and bloody war against the other. Neither side gaining complete dominance and both hoping for the total annihilation of their enemies.

The vampires are not like the myths that people know today. They are able to walk in sunlight if they have been a vampire long enough, because the older a vampire is the stronger they are. They still need to drink blood and are not able to live without it, but if the vampire has enough control they are able to drink the blood of a human without killing them. A vampire is able to control the mind of a human. They can make a human do as they want and they are able to wipe their memories. This does not work on a slayer or a dhampiar.

A dhampiar is the offspring of a vampire and human. They are rare because most vampire offspring are born dead or as a human. A dhampiar has the advanced senses, reflexes, and speed of a vampire, but they are not as strong. They are much stronger compared to humans, but still no match for the strength of a vampire. A Vampire has to feed every week and sometimes twice a week while a dhampiar has to feed every two weeks unless they become extremely injured. The largest difference between a dhampiar and a vampire is their blood. A dhampiar has an ancient powerful magic in their blood. As a result of this if a vampire were to drain them (which would kill them) that vampire would become extremely powerful. This is why both vampires and Slayers have hunted them to near extinction. The vampires for gain and the Slayers to prevent that gain.

The only way to kill a vampire is by putting something through their heart (bullet, arrow, dagger, ect.), beheading them, or having their blood drained (done by another vampire). You can use these methods to kill a dhampiar, but they can also be killed if they are injured severely enough or by loss of blood (like a human).

'I hate planes' was the single thought that dominated the young girl's head during the long flight. Planes are one of the worst things ever invented. It was just a hollow tin can for crying out loud!!! At the moment she was pretending to sleep so the annoyingly cheerful stewardess would leave her alone. What was wrong with that lady anyway? I wouldn't be surprised if her face was permanently stuck in that perky smile.

I had my chair in the reclining position and my white hat, which was covering my newly cut, black hair that had a natural green tint to it, was covering my closed eyes. I was still sad at the loss of my hair. A couple days ago it had hung in curly rings down my back but now it was styled in a short boy cut. Unfortunately, it was necessary to complete my disguise as a boy. As a girl I would be easier to find, but as a boy… well you get the picture. My baggy red shorts and large, loose fitting white long sleeved shirt helped to disguise my true gender. I had no problem with the clothes. They were comfortable, but the bandages I now had to use to bind my chest were irritating.

If that stupid slayer hadn't discovered my location I would still be with my family not flying half way around the world, alone, to this god forsaken place called Japan (no offence intended to anyone or to Japan!!!) with my father and mother going into hiding somewhere else. I may never see them again. That was the root of my sadness. Even though Nanjiro was perverted and Rinko was too strict at times I love them both sooo much. Now I have to trade the happy, love filled home I have always known for a lonely apartment. Doesn't that sound awesome (sarcasm intended)!!!

The last time I saw my parents was filled with tears. Even my father, who was a warrior at heart, could do nothing but embrace me and shed silent tears. Hoping that we would see each other again, but knowing that there was a good chance that would never happen. We both knew it was a miracle that our family had stayed together as long as we had.

Now I had new papers saying that my name was Ryoma Echizen. Kate Thompson no longer existed and it was all the fault of that slayer…

Flashback

I was walking down a deserted street, heading home after tennis practice. The extreme heat caused every other sane person to hide inside with their air conditioners on full blast. I hate the heat. It was so uncomfortable and always put my tennis coach in a bad mood. She then seemed to make it her duty to make everyone on the team as miserable as she was. The saying misery loves company comes to mind. To put the icing on the cake my lazy father forgot to pick me up today. I guess I will just have to let it slip to mom where dad's latest stash of porn magazines are… it was during this thought that I suddenly felt the magical presence of a slayer and heard the thwack of a crossbow after it releases an arrow.

My senses quickly located the arrow and registered that its target was my heart. Damn there is no way I am going to be able to dodge that arrow completely… This is gonna hurt I thought as I lunged to the side and the arrow went through the spot above my heart and slightly below my shoulder. My training quickly kicked in and I rolled with the shot pulling out my two daggers that I had hidden under the back of my shirt in the process and ending in a crouched position. The arrow hurt like a bitch but that was the last thing on my mind as I saw a man dressed in black step into my line of sight from behind a building.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him as I felt the full blast of his magical power rush over me. This was a man who had done many horrible things in his life and would no doubt go on to do many more after he was finished with me. I had to fight my natural instinct to run as the man took a step in my direction. His dead silver eyes assessing me in a way that only a killer could. I was mentally cursing the fact that I had forgotten to grab my swords this morning because I had been running late. Mental note: if I get out of here alive I swear to always carry my swords with me wherever I go.

Smirking at me the man says "And what are you planning to do with those butter knifes you little half breed? You better put those away before you hurt yourself." He then started laughing like he had made the funniest joke in the world.

It was the sound of his laugh that finally pushed me over the edge. This whole situation had been calling to the warrior in my blood. It was the part of me that put my complete focus on the fight not on trivial thoughts like pain and exhaustion. It was a primal urge that only people who had fought to the death have ever felt. I could feel everything around me from the slayer standing 37 feet and 6 inches away from me to the gentle breeze. My fear was instantly extinguished and the blood lust (both physical and psychological) that took its place was a thrilling replacement. All that mattered was the thrill of the fight. I would do anything to win. My dad had told me stories about vampire warriors who could enter this state at will and had been training me to do the same. I still needed something to give me the final push but when that happened my enemy had better watch out. Thank you father. This did not guarantee victory by any means, but at least now I was fighting with everything I had.

"These butter knives are all I need to kill you and what exactly are you wearing. You DO know it's the middle of summer right? Who wears all black in the middle of 98 degree heat? You really must have a death wish." I casually brought my hand up to the arrow sticking out of me and pulled it out. I managed to hold my grimace inside. I refuse to show him any weakness. Instead I raised my eyebrow. Taunting him with a look I threw the bloody arrow at a little tree that stood about half way between us. Easily embedding the arrow in the middle of it. Kate one slayer zero. Yay me.

His smirk turned into a snarl as he aimed his crossbow at me again firing almost instantly. Was he retarded? Did he really think I would stand there like an idiot and let myself get shot again? Fooled me once shame on me but I'll be damned if I get hit with the same trick again. Now that I'm expecting his shot there is no way I am letting him hit me again.

Sensing that the trajectory of the arrow was aimed at my heart once again I easily dodged. The movement opening the wound on my shoulder that had finally stopped bleeding. My white shirt was quickly becoming soaked with my blood. Man that was never going to come out! What a day to wear white.

I dodged several other arrows as he continually fired at me. Though my speed and reflexes were good I knew I would not be able to keep this up forever. I was barely dodging the arrows now. If I slow down even a little bit I would be hit again. I needed a plan. My body went on auto pilot as my brain and senses worked together trying to figure out a plan of action.

That's when I saw it, a small ally between two buildings. The only problem is it was located between me and the slayer. That would mean moving closer to the slayer. I would have to do this just right or my crazy plan would never work.

Very subtly (I think that is how you spell it) I started moving closer to the ally with each dodge until I was close enough to dive into the ally. As expected the slayer ran after me. Listening for his heavy steps getting closer and closer I had my daggers in both hands positioned to throw as soon as I saw him at the head of the ally. I got a glimpse of him and I let my daggers fly aiming instinctually for the heart and stomach.

Realizing it was an ambush he dove back behind the building at the last possible moment. The only damage was the deep cut he got on his arm as one of my daggers nicked him.

"YOU BITCH!!!" he yelled as he stepped around the building and fired his last arrow at me. There was no room for me to dodge so the arrow pierced my side, nailing me to the ally wall behind me. The pain was like fire as I slumped over, but in spite of that I was secretly watching those black boots walking closer to me. When the boots stopped in front of me I felt a rough hand grab my hair, yanking my head up. Making my look into the silver eyes of the killer.

"Your little plan failed you stupid half breed." He said with a seer. "And now you will die."

I could feel his hot breath on my face as he reached behind himslef for the sword that was harnessed to his back.

"That's what you think." I said as I thrust the arrow that I had hidden up my sleeve into his throat. I had grabbed the arrow from the tree right before I dove into the ally (the one she had thrown there earlier). The arrow had started this I felt that it was only natural that it should finish it. The slayer released me at once and tried to yank the arrow out, but he only succeeded in pushing it in farther and breaking off the shaft. He quickly collapsed next to me spilling his life blood over the dirty cement.

"They others will come for you and I will see you in Hell…" were his last whispered words as his life left his body seeming to take my blood lust with it. In its place was an exhaustion that seemed to reach my very soul.

I pulled the arrow out of my side tossing it out of my way and just sat there breathing heavily for several minutes. Images from the fight running through my brain. Leading him into the ally was the only choice. If I had waited for him to run out of arrows he would have used that big broad sword on his back and then I would have really been in trouble. Sword vs. dagger I wonder who would win? I needed him to think that I was defenseless and cornered.

I very carefully pulled myself up gasping for breath as my side and shoulder rebelled at the idea of movement. I limped/dragged myself to my tennis bag that I had dropped at the beginning of the fight and quickly found my cell phone. Pulling it out I dialed the familiar number and prayed that my lazy father was near the phone…

End Flashback

I gripped the two swords that were leaning against the empty seat next to mine, their comforting weight calming me down. They were in a long and thin looking duffle bag. I always carried them with me now. With a little magic they were easy to slip past security.

I really need to stop thinking all of these depressing thoughts. Instead I should be thinking about what my new school is going to be like. Seishun Academy… I hope they have a strong tennis team…

i am still kind of new to this writting thing so please be nice when you review!!! hope you at least enjoyed the story line!!! there will be other chapters soon so if you enjoyed it there is going to be more