So, obviously this is an AU fic. Kerry and her father are vampire hunters. And Michel is a little...bad. Hope you enjoy!

P.S I own the plot only...Most of the characters belong to Vivian!

Standing in her favorite robe, hair damp from her recent shower, Kerry roughly uncorked a bottle of white wine and poured herself a glass. Isaiah had called and said he would be running a little late, so she knew he wouldn't mind. She had more time to get ready for their date and the bundle of nerves that had been twisting her stomach all day calmed. She wasn't accustomed to dating, and even though she had been seeing Isaiah longer than any previous guy, she was still worried he would run off if everything wasn't perfect. But she was relieved. Even as the smell of lasagna filled her tiny kitchen, Kerry could still hardly believe that she actually had a night off.

As soon as the sun went down, she was usually running surveillance or helping her father hunt. And hunting in their world didn't entail dressing in camouflage and trudging through the forest. It involved weeks of study, confirmation of a dangerous predator, breaking and entering, and murder. They had the names and addresses of every vampire in the county and it was up to her father's team to weed out the most dangerous ones and snuff them out.

Most of the time, the job wasn't perilous. Vampires didn't kill often, and when they did, it was because it was absolutely necessary. Too long in between kills and a vampire would lose all rational thought and turn into a complete monster. They also killed to defend themselves against the ignorant hunters who believed all vampires were evil and should be exterminated. Sometimes, these hunters posed more of a danger to her team than their quarry did. But some vampires took pleasure from torture and nightly killings. Her team's main objective was to eliminate this threat. Tonight, however, Kerry's father was training a new recruit and Kerry was given a night off.

It couldn't have come at a better time. Their last mission had trudged up memories she had spent years trying to bury. The female vampire was older in immortal years, therefore stronger, but insanity always came at varying times for the undead. Sometimes it set in right after the change and sometimes it took centuries. Kerry would have pitied the female, had it not been for the dozens of children that had been ripped apart by the monster's hands. The thing had also put up a hell of a fight, leaving a long gash down the left side of Kerry's torso. Luckily it hadn't been deep, and the stitches had been removed last week.

The only similarity between her most recent mission and her first kill was that they were both female, but even that was enough to remind her of the beginning. The beginning of her life as a hunter and the end of her life of domesticity. Kerry shook her head and went to turn off the oven. Tonight was her night to be normal and forget about murderous vampires and she was going to make the best of it. A knock at the door disrupted her from her thoughts and she quickly downed the rest of her wine as she went to answer it. She paused in the hall and frowned. No one had called for her to let them up and she wasn't expecting Isaiah for another thirty minutes. It could be a neighbor asking to borrow a cup of sugar or something, Kerry thought as she slowly moved toward the door.

She looked through the peep hole and saw the small figured resident of apartment number 214 standing in the hall, looking around inquisitively. She unlocked the door and opened it to face the short, middle-aged woman who peered at her from behind a pair of think framed glasses.

"Hello Margret." Kerry said with faux sweetness. The woman was downright annoying and Kerry couldn't stand her. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Well, Miss Nowicki," Margret said, with rude exaggeration on the miss. "Some idiot of a delivery boy left this package addressed to you outside of my door. How on earth someone can be as stupid as to leave a package on the wrong floor, much less at the wrong apartment number, is beyond me." Only now did Kerry notice the small parcel that the overbearing woman was holding. It looked a little beaten up and Kerry wouldn't have been surprised if the nosey hen had opened it.

"Thank you for bringing it up to me, Margret," she said, reaching for the package. Margret pulled back, taking the package out of her reach.

"My pleasure, Miss. Nowicki, but if I may? I…I think someone is spying on you." Kerry raised her eyebrows skeptically, but the woman looked serious, if not frighteningly concerned. Margret had never shown any kind of warmth toward Kerry in all the years she had lived here, but she suddenly looked scared for her life.

"What makes you say that, Mrs. Frobisher?" Kerry said, respectfully using her surname. The woman looked around nervously.

"I'll admit that I opened the package. I have a terrible curiosity and it was left on my doorstep," Margret said sheepishly. "Just open it yourself and see if you come to the same conclusion. I think you should call the cops." She finished gravelly, her voice drifting to a whisper. She gave the package to Kerry with shaking hands. Then she turned and walked briskly down the hall, looking around suspiciously.

Kerry stood there for a moment, then backed into her apartment and locked the door. The parcel felt heavy and foreboding in her hands and she walked into the living room to set it on the recently cleaned coffee table. She stared at it and for some reason it intimidated her. Whether because of Margret's warning or the lack of clutter surrounding it, she didn't know. Finally she sat down on the couch and reached for it. The tape had lost its stickiness, proving that Margret had indeed opened it.

She pulled back the flaps and found a large manila envelope folded inside. As she reached for it she noticed there was no writing on it. She glanced at the front of the box and saw that there was also no return address. Figures, she thought nervously. Unfolding the envelope slowly, Kerry's heart began to race; she was sure she wasn't going to like what she found inside. She felt the glossiness of photographs when she reached inside and sure enough, she pulled out a stack of them. She observed the first one and felt her blood run cold.

It was clearly of her, taken quite recently. She remembered the day it had been shot. A few days ago her washer had broken and she was forced to go to a laundry mat. She had asked Isaiah to go with her so she wouldn't feel so alone. The photo showed her smiling as Isaiah cursed at one of the machines for eating his quarters. She could tell that the photographer was standing on the other side of the street, possibly sitting outside on the patio of the Italian restaurant that she and Isaiah had considered for dinner.

The next was of her carrying her garbage out to the trash can behind the apartment building, chatting with an old man that had offered to go with her. The next showed her and her friend Nelle outside of a grocery store. She flipped through the rest with growing horror. They were all of her doing random things and they all looked like stills of a surveillance video; her shopping with Nelle, her going to the bookstore, her visiting Ian and her father, her kissing Isaiah outside of her apartment, her watching TV inside of her apartment. They all looked to be in reverse chronological order, going back weeks. She noticed they were all taken at night as well.

The pictures of her with her friends and family she considered threats. This creep knew where her little brother lived! And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. The last picture was of her behind the wheel of a moving van, and behind the van, were two figures carrying what looked to be a rolled up rug. It wouldn't have meant anything to Margret, but Kerry knew what was inside of that rug.

"Shit," Kerry muttered, her hands shaking violently. She moved to set it down with the other photos, now spread out all over her coffee table, when a piece of paper fluttered to the ground. She picked it up and read the small typed out message, her heart beating loudly in her ears.

Thought I'd do a little hunting of my own.

She read it five times to be sure that it said what she thought it said. It suddenly felt very hot in the room and she felt like she was going to be sick.

"Shit," she said again, panic making her voice loud. Someone knew what she did in her spare time and they were clearly upset about it. But why had they left the pictures outside of someone else's door. It would have been just as easy to leave them outside of hers. Easier, seeing as how whoever was hunting her could have posed as the deliverer and forced their way into her apartment. No, she thought after a second, I would have screamed or made a ruckus…and I definitely wouldn't have let them in willingly even if they had asked to use the bathroom or something. But it still didn't make any sense. Leaving it outside of her apartment would have been simple. Leaving it for Margret to find seemed unnecessarily precautious, unless it was all just…

"A distraction," Kerry whispered out loud. She stood up as she realized this and almost flipped over the couch in her haste to get to her gun. Her heart skipped a beat as she stopped suddenly, her body rocking forward as her momentum balanced out. The silhouette of a man blocked her path and as she watched with wide eyes he stepped forward. He was surprisingly young looking, with black hair and blue eyes that paralyzed her with their gaze. His skin was pale and he was wearing a dark dress shirt and black jeans. A zing of recognition went through her, she just couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

He took another step toward her and she responded by taking a step back. His face betrayed no emotion whatsoever but his gaze chilled her to the core.

"So you're the one who's stalking me?" Kerry said boldly, despite the terror radiating through her. The man smirked, the act filling his face with life. Having gotten over her initial fear, Kerry noticed that the man was very attractive. That coupled with his pale skin and predatory grace, Kerry concluded that he had to be a vampire.

"I guess you could call it that," he said, his voice flowing like silk over her skin. "But you and your team followed me first so don't try to act surprised." Kerry opened her mouth to deny this but she suddenly remembered where she had seen him.

"You're Regina's lover...Ethan." She said, moving to put more space between them. He took another step forward. Regina had been her last assignment. She quickly learned the identity of her young companion, Ethan Bryne, whom she had dismissed as a threat when she confirmed his ignorance of Regina's crimes. He definitely seemed to be a threat now…

"You certainly seem to be well informed," He said dryly, "However I was Regina's…friend I guess you could say, not her lover."

"What do you want?" Kerry asked after a few second of silence that seemed like an eternity.

"I want to know what gives you the right to hunt us. We police ourselves. We don't need humans to judge and sentence us. It's not your place." Kerry could tell he was trying to keep his anger in check, but his voice rose as he finished and his eyes grew hard.

"And how many more children had to die before you finally realized what was going on?" Kerry asked, her own anger getting the better of her. "Would you have been able to think the worst of your friend? You should be thanking us that you didn't have to kill her yourself!" Kerry regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth. This man was dangerous and he proved it by closing the space between them in an instant. She gasped in pain as he gripped her arm with bruising strength.

"I want all the files you have on us; all the addresses, pictures, birth dates, everything. You give me that and maybe I will let you live." He met her gaze with grave eyes. She shivered and tried to pull away from him.

"I don't know where they keep them," She lied. She wasn't about to hand over their whole archive to one vengeful vampire. His grip tightened and Kerry cried out, her knees buckling beneath her. He held her up by the arm he was slowly mangling. "My boyfriend is on his way," She gasped, looking up at him through tear filled eyes, "You can't just kill me and expect to get away with it!"

"But you could kill her, couldn't you?" He asked venomously.

"She was insane! She killed little boys and girls because she couldn't have children of her own! How could you not see that?" Kerry asked, anger and outrage breaking past her pain. She felt his grip loosen and she fell in a lump on the floor. He strode away angrily and when he came back he had her cell phone in his hand.

"Call your boyfriend and cancel your date. Tell him you fell ill or something," He said as he tossed her the phone, "If you say anything else…I will tear off something you will sorely miss."

So there you have it! Please don't be too angry with me! Michel definitely has a taste for revenge and I just get all fuzzy inside when he's angry! Please review...and I might continue with this fic XD