Chapter One: Another Restless Night
Playing with her long blondish hair; the 5'4" beauty over looked the graveyard in front of her. She noticed the few new graves; 7 to be exact. She paced; her white and pink graffiti DC shoes swishing through the newly dampened grass and as the blond didn't mind the swishing noise she hated fighting after the sprinklers had been on. With a long drawn out sigh she turned back towards the graves… her blue-green eyes examined them for any sign of change; like an undead-dead hand sticking out or even a head gasping for air out of habit. No luck. However she was being watched.
"This Sucks," mumbled the blond, "Almost As Much As You Do."
"Brittany, Brittany," started out a mans voice as a figure appeared out of the darkness and in front of the blond, "Hasn't Anyone Taught You Your Manners Little Girl?"
The young blond, Brittany, squinted to look over her enemy. This was the first time she'd come face-to-face with him. His raven black hair covering his dark brown eyes; he dressed in black like most of his kind. As she gazed at him… her eyes wondered over his muscles. She observed his well-built body but it wasn't over built and she figured he must be hiding a six pack under his black button down shirt. His pale skin with just a gaze of tan made him fairly more attractive then other vampires; although what really made him attractive was his mysterious sense that also came with being a vampire. She noted his smirk and decided it was time to knock him down… a bit.
"Shame," she mimic his smirk and the accent in his voice, " I'll Have To Kill You."
A small chuckle came before his voice answered, "You're a Feisty One." With that he began to move closer to her as if the smile he just placed on his face charmed his way into her life… and bloodstream.
She however took a step back as she reached for her stake. Her nails that were painted bullet sliver scraped against the edges of the wooden stake that was stuck into her tight jean pockets. By then it was to late… he was already after her. She side-stepped him to the right which helped her dodge his attack. She stood in a fighting stance; this time she'd be ready for his attack. Her stake however remained stuck in her jean pocket. He stumbled but kept his balance as he turned to her, his brown eyes looking straight into her blue-green ones. She knew it was a tactic to make her look away and stay unfocused; so her gaze remain with his. He smiled showing the glint of his fangs; yet his forehead never wriggled.
"I'm Usually A Hi, My Name Is…," began Brittany. Her voice was filled with confidence.
The vampire rudely interrupted, "Adam."
"Then Why Did You Sign Your Notes Khaine? And Why In All The Demonology History Book Things Are You Known As Khaine?" she demanded.
The vampire smiled as he stayed in a normal conversational stance. He was non-threatened by Brittany's stance; which only seemed to make the young blonde slayer nervous. He knew she'd let her guard down sometime and decided to just reply to her questions, "Canes Are What I Like To Torture Young Ladies, Like Yourself, With. I Love the Way They Scream To Stop But Moan For More. I Like Spelling It A Bit Unusual… But My Birth Names Adam."
Brittany only could manage to blink as Khaine held a nasty smirk. She had nothing to say to what Khaine had said right now; maybe she could manage an "ew" or even "pervert" if she didn't notice 4 of the new graves were sprouting hands and morphed faces. She panicked going for the only weapon she had brought… her stake. Big mistake. Next thing she knew she was being thrown to the ground by Khaine. The back of her white and pink Skin t-shirt now wet from the dampened grass. Brittany threw a kick as he came down after her, but he had anticipated it. It was blocked and Brittany struggled under his weight that held her down. She punched at him and the air around her, which Khaine had also anticipated. He held her wrist down to the ground. Brittany screamed for help, but soon it became a shriek as Khaine placed his teeth into her neck spilling fresh blood. Brittany hands gripped the grass; pulling some of it out as she gasped for air. She began to get groggy. She felt his teeth pulling out of her skin and as her eyes rolled back; she fought death. Soon she felt blood in her mouth… his. He was turning her.