A/N: It's my new story, whee! Vampires in Ankh-Morpork... I think that Sam Vimes might have something to say about that. The vampires are mine, the world isn't. There's yer disclaimer. Tell me if you like it, everybody! (The story, not the disclaimer, heheh.)
Prologue
Item: vampire jailed in Quirm for killing a Morporkian traveller.
Item: vampire jailed in Quirm has disappeared.
Item: Ankh-Morpork ridden with vampire attacks.
Sit quietly. No sound. Don't make a sound. A good hunter waits. Wait. Wait. Wait. Quiet. Wait. Wait. Wait. Don't move.
She could smell the blood. It was driving her mad.
Her quarry moved in the dark, and her nostrils flared. It would be in range in one... two... three...
The girl sat at her desk in the candlelight, staring at the parchment rolled out in front of her and tapping her quill absent-mindedly on the table, leaving a growing ink splotch. She had been at the homework for hours now, and she was still on question six. "Damn and blast," she muttered.
A crash of breaking glass shattered the silence. The girl didn't flinch, much less look up. "You're back eeeeaaaaaarly," she stated, humming the last word in a taunting tone. "Not to mention the fact that the landlady with have our HEADS for that window. And you've been so GOOD so far."
"Ask me if I care," the figure muttered in a guttural tone, standing up and brushing some glass off.
The girl looked up without moving her head. "Rough night?"
"Like always," the shadow grunted, slouching over to a bed in the corner. "Why aren't you in bed?"
The girl sighed and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Homework."
The figure grimaced. "Ah."
There was a moment of silence.
"Daylight isn't for five hours," the girl said slowly, watching the shadow on the bed carefully. "Why aren't you still out?"
Silence.
"Close call?"
A grunt.
"I see." She began inspecting her quill, turning it over and over in her black-stained fingers. "Was it close, or...?"
"Just close. No more. I managed."
"You managed. So no mindless slaves to make my bed?"
"No!"
"That sucks. Why can't you let loose just once?"
The shadow on the bed growled.
The girl sighed. "Forget I mentioned it. No, really, I'm serious, forget it. Now," she continued, turning back to her parchment, "what is 39x(48y-9z)...?"
"No! No math," the figure shot back, tense and shivering. "Don't you understand? There's something else out there. People are going to think it's me. They ALWAYS think it's me."
The girl turned. Her eyes glinted in the candlelight. "Then make sure they don't," she said, the beginnings of a grin on her face.
Prologue
Item: vampire jailed in Quirm for killing a Morporkian traveller.
Item: vampire jailed in Quirm has disappeared.
Item: Ankh-Morpork ridden with vampire attacks.
Sit quietly. No sound. Don't make a sound. A good hunter waits. Wait. Wait. Wait. Quiet. Wait. Wait. Wait. Don't move.
She could smell the blood. It was driving her mad.
Her quarry moved in the dark, and her nostrils flared. It would be in range in one... two... three...
The girl sat at her desk in the candlelight, staring at the parchment rolled out in front of her and tapping her quill absent-mindedly on the table, leaving a growing ink splotch. She had been at the homework for hours now, and she was still on question six. "Damn and blast," she muttered.
A crash of breaking glass shattered the silence. The girl didn't flinch, much less look up. "You're back eeeeaaaaaarly," she stated, humming the last word in a taunting tone. "Not to mention the fact that the landlady with have our HEADS for that window. And you've been so GOOD so far."
"Ask me if I care," the figure muttered in a guttural tone, standing up and brushing some glass off.
The girl looked up without moving her head. "Rough night?"
"Like always," the shadow grunted, slouching over to a bed in the corner. "Why aren't you in bed?"
The girl sighed and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Homework."
The figure grimaced. "Ah."
There was a moment of silence.
"Daylight isn't for five hours," the girl said slowly, watching the shadow on the bed carefully. "Why aren't you still out?"
Silence.
"Close call?"
A grunt.
"I see." She began inspecting her quill, turning it over and over in her black-stained fingers. "Was it close, or...?"
"Just close. No more. I managed."
"You managed. So no mindless slaves to make my bed?"
"No!"
"That sucks. Why can't you let loose just once?"
The shadow on the bed growled.
The girl sighed. "Forget I mentioned it. No, really, I'm serious, forget it. Now," she continued, turning back to her parchment, "what is 39x(48y-9z)...?"
"No! No math," the figure shot back, tense and shivering. "Don't you understand? There's something else out there. People are going to think it's me. They ALWAYS think it's me."
The girl turned. Her eyes glinted in the candlelight. "Then make sure they don't," she said, the beginnings of a grin on her face.