((A/N: Hello everyone this is pretty much my first fanfic, except for one that... well didn't go according to plan. Anyways I would like to state that all of these characters, plots, etc are all my own, but I feel like it is impossible to truly be original now or days, so I bet my mind picks up bits and pieces everywhere and makes myself believe that I came up with them, but enough of that. Initially this was going to be a sequel until I spotted another Fanfic that had the same plot as the previously planned one, so I'm dropping that idea for now, and if this goes over well I might write it as a prequel. Once again I digress, I have wasted enough of your time with these Author's Notes so yeah, I hope you enjoy, and I would favor it if you gave me reviews so I can continue improving this story for the better. Good day.))

Chapter 1

Meet James

"Some people aren't meant to find that cozy suburban house with a beautiful wife and two perfect children… a lot of people aren't meant to, and we're those people."

~Robby Chester

People have the tendency to meddle in places they are not wanted. They see the warning signs, but their natural curiosity always seems to get the better of them. It is not an instinct of the Super Ego which greater beings such as humans posses, not it is a much simpler nature that could most likely be traced to the Id. All beings self conscious of themselves, though cautious, seem curios about the world around them. Humanity, and me, being a member of humanity, are no different.

It saddens me that some law enforcers decided to take action on the workings of my profession. Not due to the fact they were irksome, though that may be true. It just truly felt like a waste of life as they slowly died out on a pointless adventure with no real end. What truly disappointed me was when the last living one reached his goal of uncovering our works he killed himself. I have no sympathy for him, but I also do not have animosity towards him. It's not easy moving on from a crumbling life into a new world, especially one with no exit.

Nevertheless they all died, one or two at the hands of immortals, and one by me and my associates. Like I told them, "One too many visits to the peephole and you're bound to get caught." But I digress from the situation at hand that has almost become routine enough that my mind slips during the act. Admittedly, one should be more wary when risking their life.

Our lips once again separated as we stared at each other's wax smiles on our faces. The bricks behind me sang the muffled electronica from the club we had both just exited. It was an easy way to pick up prey, for both slayer and immortal. Luckily though my opponent was blissfully unaware of whom I was, as she probably was with most of her victims, and this moral upper of killing the anonymous hand that was bound to be her physical downfall.

Her soft practically ivory hand pressed lightly against my chest and gently pushed me to the back of the wall. The smile I had on my face turned into a faux drunken grin, one that was to be expected of a gentleman loitering around the bar. This facial movement was met by her grin, which was faintly tinted with maliciousness and the slightest appearance of a hunger. The moment of ultimatum was soon to be reached as our lips met again.

Now I simply waited as my hand flowed through her long blonde hair. The courtship was nearing the tenth minute and I grew weary of waiting. Half of my mind wanted to take out my knife and end her now, but she could easily still be on alert for any sudden movements, so I chose to side with my better half and waited it out.

The soft red lips brushed down from my face and onto my neck. Amongst the kisses she delivered I felt the slightest sharp nibble which confirmed my suspicions and allowed me to fully acknowledge the fact I was indeed dealing with an immortal. With my data collected and confirmed, my hand slid into my right pocket, bringing forth a still closed butterfly knife. Then the kissing stopped, and we were both fully prepared to strike. It was ironic, the time most vampires feel superior is the time they're also the most vulnerable.

The majority of my kills follow a certain suit that I found worked the best. First cut is to the back, normally the sliding up the spinal cord. Second, it is followed by a kick or push to the torso, meant to send the immortal to the wall opposite of me. Then before they can collect themselves and fight back, I grasp their throat and slice it wide open. To end it I slowly lower them to the ground making sure they fully bleed out as to make death certain.

Well that was what normally happened, but much to my dislike things took a turn for the worst. I made the initial cut up her back but she instantaneously sucker punched me in the face. All punches from female vampires felt like sucker punches due to the fact that the force behind the fist compared to the immortal delivering it never, quite matched up. Not wanting my jaw to be shattered I rolled with the punch trying to cushion it as much as possible.

My face ached, but the sudden adrenaline rush began to numb it away as I moved through my next attack. She hadn't quite backed away from me yet so I quickly shoved the knife into her upper right shoulder. I could see the pain surge through her body as the vampiress practically writhed when the foreign object was forced into her flesh. Her hands scrambled to remove the blade, but as she reached behind her she left her front wide open.

I then delivered blow upon blow onto her face. Whenever I'm in the situation I feel somewhat bad, I know that it's either me or her, but punching the daylight out of a female vampire, well any female, doesn't feel quite right. But my sympathy was short term as she evaded one of my punches and clamped down on my left arm as it flew by. She had officially demobilized my appendage not because of its inability to move, but the consequences if I did. Theoretically if I moved my arm the flesh would be marred which would further complicate the punctures themselves' prevented a large enough problem as it was. So hoping to get the vampiress to release her grip I began repeatedly smashing my fist on her head.

These repeated blows to the head eventually persuaded her to let go, but the wound made my arm ineffective. My situation was worsened as I saw my own blade glinting in her hand. I quickly dodged right, even though she didn't move yet, but I concluded that standing there would have meant a knife to my stomach, or worse my chest. As predicted the blade jutted in front of me after I had moved, thus giving me the ability to disarm her. With a quick kick to vampire's wrist the blade was dropped, and her hand was retracted into her other to comfort it.

Knowing I had to end the fight quickly before anyone came out or notice, I quickly grasped her head with my right hand and pushed her bag to the brick wall opposite of me and began incessantly smashing her skull against it. Her screams had been muffled by my hand, and her arms, instead of hitting me, were just trying to peel away my fingers from her face.

Finally a muffled crack reached my ear, and her body finally relaxed. I released my hand dropping the immortal to the floor not quite sure if I had killed her or not. There was no life in her eyes, just a frozen stare of fear and horror which made me wince slightly. I released a deep sigh and stated, "Thank my fucking go- what the-!" Suddenly the vampiress launched herself from the ground at me hissing. I quickly side stepped, but grasped her long hair as it flew by. I saw my knife on the ground and using my foot I propelled it back, and then placed my foot behind it making the blade land on top. Then flicking my ankle the knife was launched into the air where I caught it and swiftly slit the throat of the immortal.

Breathing heavily I collected my composure which was shook by the sudden attack. I was suddenly filled with a rage as I dropped the immortal's head with a somewhat forceful push. I heard her nose break, but I ignored it just staring at the wall frustrated with no exact source of the emotion. It was probably another heavy shot of adrenaline, but quickly the hormone's power began to wane.

I sighed and looked over my wounds as my adrenaline finally wore off and the pain returned. Only receiving two teeth marks was a sign I didn't mess up to badly, but it was still a danger to my health and if not cleaned would become infected. With no hydrogen peroxide or rubbing alcohol carried on me, my hand reluctantly reached into my pocket where I kept several adhesive bandages and a bottle of hand sanitizer. Even though the hand sanitizer was meant to clean my hand of blood, it became necessary to also clean my wound with it. Ignoring its warning to keep out of cuts I poured a small amount into each tooth mark and then quickly covered it with two bandages. The stinging sensation flowed through my body, but like the rest of the pain, had to be ignored as I turned to the recently created corpse.

The routine then made its return as I had to dispose of the body. First I went through the immortals pockets to see if they were carrying their wallet. She was and so I took the money but left the rest for obvious reasons. Then after that I picked up the body, dropped it in the nearest garbage can, along with all of the evidence and burned them. After all the police finding a corpse of a vampire could prove troublesome, an example being several months ago.

I only stared at the burning corpse for a few seconds, but had to turn away my head as the rank stench began arising from the inferno. I began walking away, away from the alley, the near death experience, and whatever sympathy I had for the immortal. Death is a part of life, and every day I choke on the stale air of its presence only hoping that its victim lies before me instead of vice versa. After all wound rendered me incapable of any further hunting, so with another sigh I set my direction to home.