Author's Notes: Greetings mortals. I decided to start a new fanfic, other than "Got Milk?" I just feel like writing this. ^^''

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Sweet Blood (PG) By: Hell's Huntress (DawnVampiress@aol.com)
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" Good evening Mr. Shields, " a man with dark gray hair greeted.

Darien Shields looked up to face the old man and nodded.

" Take a seat, " the old man gestured toward one of the stone chairs.

Darien sat himself down on the cold material and narrowed his midnight blue eyes. " Why am I here, " he quickly snapped, making sure his interrogations took up all the time he needed. He didn't want to come here just to waist his time.

The old man chuckled. " You know why you're here young man. Don't play innocent. "

Darien clenched his fists. The old man was right....he did know why he was here. He just didn't want to admit it. Over and over again, he had asked himself constantly why he was chosen as the slayer....why him? Why not some other man? He had asked these questions already, and the answers he recieved were always the same...because they would fall for him.

" She's alive and she's here, " the old man stated solemnly.

Darien growled. " She's not alive. "

" You're right....she's dead. Yet she roams these very lands right now. Midnight is drawing near Shields...get to work. "

" No. Get someone else to do this job. "

" No one else will. Besides, you're the only one fit for her and her kind. They'll fall for you- "

" I know. I know they do. But I'm sick of it. Why not pick James? "

" James is standing on guard right now. That's his job and this is yours. Besides, she is the most powerful, the most important, and the strongest of her kind. It is important that you do this, " the old man replied, feeling a bit impatient.

Darien stood up. " Cline, this will be the last time I do this favor for you, " he stated firmly. He wanted to be a normal man....not a slayer.

" Fine. Meet me back here at dawn. Go seek rest within the woods. James shall call you if she rises, " he replied.

Darien nodded before turning away. Heading into the darkness, he muttered a few curses to himself. Every day he had to risk his life....and everytime he couldn't believe why or how he managed to let the old man talk him into this.

" Shields, " Cline called out.

Darien turned around and narrowed his eyes. " What, " he barked.

" She's a dangerous one. Don't fall for her, " he replied before turning to leave.

Darien growled. Wasn't it his job to have her fall for him? Why should he fall for her? Shaking his head, he stomped off into the darkness.

On the other side of the woods, James stood in front of some old stone ruins, shifting from his left leg to the right leg. " Bloody bastard....always giving Shields the job and not me, " he cursed.

A cold wind blew across his face, causing him to shiver. James continued muttering to himself while wrapping his arms around himself. Everything was dark and silent. Nothing except the wind could be heard.

James shivered even more. That old ham shouldn't have picked him for this job. There was a huge chance that he wouldn't make it. Unfortunatly, the old goose wasn't smart enough to figure out that if James died...Darien wouldn't know about the coming danger.

A femenine sound slowly began to creep within his ears. James froze and tried listen. All he could hear was the wind, though he could make out part of what he heard. Some female seemed to be calling out to someone in the distance. The soft sound of footsteps against dried leaves echoed while the calling voice seemed to draw near.

James grew alarmed. Was it her? Didn't he have to warn Darien about this now? Turning around, he was about to leave but froze in place instead. A warm breath seemed to be blowing upon his neck, sending waves of shivers up his spine. Suddenly, the sound didn't seem too far any longer.

A small gasp escaped his lips. A warm liquid ran down his neck as he felt his own fluids being sucked out of his body. Unfortunatly, there was nothing he could do. He had met his fate.

James fell to the ground looking as white as a corpse...perhaps he was. Above him stood the dark figure of a female who licked her lips twice. A small grin rose to her lips. Looks like no one will be out there warning Darien any longer. She knew about the conversation. She knew about their plan. Too bad they didn't know what was coming after them.

" We'll see who falls for who, " she hissed before marching off into the darkness, in search of her meal.

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Author's Notes: Kinda wierd huh? Well, I just felt like writing this. If you want more chapters, tell me. If you don't then tell me....I don't really care. ^^'' This is just another one of those moods I have in which I feel as if I have to write something close to horror.

Anyway, I must take my departure. I shall see you all at dawn.