This is not your average story. It's told from all sides, written by two authors (Myself and Kerospirit91 on Gaia).
Stephen brushed a lock of silver hair away from his blue-green eyes. He growled inwardly, his eyes narrowing from the light of a street light. He hated cities and people, yet he couldn't survive without the later. He burst into a run, passing the street light and heading deeper into the city where drugs, violence and unlawfulness was everyday news, where no one would care if a person or two went missing.
The wind brushed her blonde hair across her face and she watched the streets from below. From her appearance, most people who guess she was about nineteen years of age; and was carrying a gun. But in this city, that wasn't extremely odd either.
Kina Caling was her name, and vampires were her game. She was a young slayer, somewhat trained from herself, and her older brother. But she was just as good as he was, even not naturally better.
She searched the darkness, knowing she would find a vampire. It was getting harder and harder to pinpoint them nowadays since they blended so well.
Stephen inhaled deeply, catching the scent of a human. Good. He was hungry. He followed the scent trail until he finally found the lost little lamb. It didn't take long, not at all. He pinned the man up against the wall just inside the alleyway, biting into his throat and ignoring the man's struggling which grew weaker as he drank. Finally, the man went limp and Stephen disposed of the body, just chucking it in a dumpster.
He walked out of the alleyway, wiping the blood off his face using his red jacket sleeve. He looked around before taking off running, heading for the shadows.
She seemed to blink and it there it was; the smell of blood. Normally, someone not trained in the field of vampires wouldn't be able to detect it. But it was there, she was sure of it. She glanced up from her spot and looked down into the darkness of the alleyway. Something was moving in the shadows--running actually. She smirked, jumping down around the corner and into the path of the creature. "Don't even think about it," she hissed to it, pulling out the gun from her jacket.
Stephen growled inwardly, skidding to a halt only a few feet away from a young woman. He could tell immediately that this was no ordinary human. "Hunter," he hissed, barely audible even to himself. To her he asked, "What do you want?"
She scowled, then smirking. "What the hell do you think I want? You reek of blood," she told him, her nose cringing at the smell. She was definitely a very acute-sensed human, accurate at most everything as she was trained. "You have some issues I need to take care of." She added, "Did you hear this was a no-feeding zone?"
Stephen raised a single eyebrow as he looked at her. "Is that right? Actually, I did hear somethin' about that. About a moment ago, from you," he said. His irritated mood seemed to have drastically changed to one of ...playfulness? Surprisingly, yes. "What're you gonna do about that?"
She rolled her eyes. "Great. A vampire with a sense of humor. Just what I need," she said with a sarcastic tone. She put her gun back, deciding that it would be too quick. No. If this one wanted games, she'd give it a few. She pulled out a switchblade from her pocket, it extending a lot longer than a natural sized one. Plus, it was pure silver. "I think I want a fight. How about you?"
Stephen couldn't help grinning at her sarcastic remark. Now he seemed amused. His moods seemed to be as changeable as those of a pregnant woman, at best. He tilted his head slightly, watching her with interest. "Oh, but I don't really feel like fighting," he said, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his dark blue jeans.
She stepped forward, putting her hands down at her sides. "I think you forfeited your right of backing out when you killed that poor loser down the alley," she told him in a quiet tone. She shrugged. "Just saying," she continued forward, not at all afraid of the vampire. He looked young for one, but certainly not inexperienced. He would've gone wacko by now at even the sight of a slayer if he was new.
"Eh, he would've died eventually anyway," Stephen said, shrugging. Though she continued forward, he held his ground. He didn't even take a step back and showed no intention of it. Then a thought came to him. "And how do you know I killed him in alleyway? Have you been watching me?" he asked curiously.
She glanced up at him with a mild shrug. "Why should I tell you? For all you know, I've really been following you for the past week, trying to bust you so bad that I had a reason to finish you off," she then smirked that devilish smile. "I watch the alleyways, and it's all over you. You've had so much blood, he has to be dead."
"Wow, my very own stalker," Stephen said. He absolutely loved turning people's words around. He smirked a bit as he added, "That gives a really nice ego boost." He looked at her evil smile, saying, "Of course he's dead. I already knew that."
She gave a curious look, then smiled. "Oh? So you admit it now?" she questioned him, gripping the switchblade a little harder and taking another step forward, but now to the side. She was trying to circle him around, maybe put his back to the dead-end side of the alleyway. It'd make it a bit easier.
"When did I deny it?" Stephen asked, tilting his head a bit. He seemed to do that quite a lot, mostly when he was confused or curious. He kept his head turned towards her, never letting his gaze drift from her own. Some would say that his gaze was piercing, that he looked right into your soul. He didn't look into your soul, but if it freaked people out, he could work with it.
She kept her pacing slow and slightly to the right, to move him if he kept himself facing her. She was still trying to get him trapped in the alleyway; although vampires can move high and fast, so she doubted that it'd give her much more of an edge.
"No, I guess you didn't deny it either," she said with a serious tone. She returned the look, as if fighting it with her own.
Stephen didn't reply anything, simply watching her. He finally turned his whole body towards her, as his neck was getting a bit tired from the strain since she seemed intent on trying to get him to turn his head right off his body without even touching him. "Hmm.... So how long have you been stalking me?" he suddenly asked.
Kina shrugged. "To be honest, a mere ten minutes. I wasn't searching anyone in particular, just keeping watch over all the alleyways from the rooftops," she commented to in reply. She felt she was set in her step finally, and paused, not moving forward or to the side. "How long have you been a vampire? And how long have you been here?"
Stephen couldn't help but smile. "Oh, that hurts. You could have lied and said ten days," he said, still smiling. At her questions, he didn't say anything, making it look like he was thinking. "Well, let's see.... none of your business and.... none of your business." How he managed to pull off saying that in a teasing tone was, well, weird.
"Why lie? There's no point to it. It only makes the situation worse sometimes." She put on her scowl. "Fine. You want to play that way, let's go," she said with a serious tone. If he didn't want to cooperate, then she wasn't going to keep him around any longer. Plus, if she began to communicate with him, it made it harder for her to kill him. It was like making a friend, then having to kill him because he was an enemy in the end.
She squeezed the dagger one last time and stepped forward, jumping light on her tiptoes to lunge forward at him, her knife swinging out. She was fast, faster than the average human.
But she wasn't fast enough. Fast or not, she was no match for vampiric speed. Stephen stepped to the side, avoiding getting hit before he reached forward, aiming to grab her wrists with one hand and attempting to grab her throat with the other.
Her eyes caught the fast motion and she knew that she wouldn't be able to match his speed, no matter how hard she tried. His hands darted out and immediately her instinct told her to keep her neck down. Her wrist was captured, but she tried to duck below his hands. Immediately, she kicked out with her legs, aiming to knock out his legs from under him.
Stephen watched as she dug out of his grip, his right hand grabbing nothing but air. He hadn't even seen the kick coming. His legs came right out from underneath him, landing on the ground with a grunt. But the beauty was, he still had a grip on her wrists, and brought her down with him which left them in a less than appropriate position.
She thought he might've let go of her wrists before falling, but instead pulled her down with him, making her drop the knife to the side to avoid any injury. She let out a silent gasp of surprise, trying to roll with the sudden fall she had to partake in. Her mind searched for a way out of this release, firmly pulling on her wrists.
Stephen, once he realized what had happened, smirked. He took one wrist in one hand and the other wrist in his other hand. He pulled her down to the ground before rolling her onto her back, pinning her wrists to the ground on either side of her head, him looming over her. "Well, this is an interesting change of events," he said.
Kina glared at him for a second, then smirked. "Oh bite me," she said sarcastically, not taking her words to heart in any way. She lifted up her legs, giving her best attempt to slip her legs under him and hopefully push him completely over her head and possibly to the ground.
"I might just do that," Stephen said, leaning down so his face was only inches from hers. He frowned when he felt her legs manage to get underneath him. He put all of his weight on her legs, not supporting himself at all what's so ever. He wasn't exactly light, so he would love to see if she could manage to life him.
She growled to herself; there was no way in hell she was going to let herself get beat this easily. She felt his weight go to her legs and she tried her best to lift him up by those, but failed with all his weight there. So immediately she pushed upward from her top, using her arm strength to instead try and roll him on his back.
Stephen let out a grunt as he landed on his back, but he still didn't let go of her wrists. He looked up at her, not really sure how exactly that had happened. His eyes changed from ones of surprise to annoyance as they narrowed into a light glare.
She gave a mocking smirk. "Who's the one to bite now?" she told him. She pushed all her weight she could down evenly on his legs and wrists, feeling for any slight movement. Without her knife, she wasn't quite sure what she would be able to go to him...there wasn't much more to kill him. She was aware of the grip on her wrists, trying to use that to keep her balance on his arms.
"Still me," Stephen said, smirking. He spread his arms as far as he could, forcing her to stretch her arms as well, her torso lowering down closer to him. "Not the smartest thing you've ever done," he said, his breath warm against her face despite the chill of his body. He looked up into her eyes for a few moments before asking her, "What ya gonna do now?"
Kina stared him down, forcing herself not to flinch in the face of a vampire. She felt stupid, wondering what the heck her father, or her brother would do in this situation. She searched her head, knowing what she'd have to do. She needed to get out of the position she was in--it was odd and not helping her at all-- and she needed to get the knife...the knife and her gun were her only sources of weapons, and the gun was hardly a use unless she was able to get her arms on it, which the vampire was currently holding. She waited, thinking it in. Then, with her weight, she attempted to push off and let herself up, but only if she was able to get out of his release.
Despite how she tried to get free, Stephen had an iron grip and wasn't going to let her go. He raised his head, holding her down. He reached up to her ear and whispered into it, "You should have known better than to take on a vampire older than your great-grandparents. Stick to hunting newly-turned vampires." He paused for a moment, turning his head and breathing in the smell of her hair. He then went back to her ear, whispering, "Here's a little something to remind you of that." He leaned down an inch or two, biting and piercing her earlobe before releasing it, licking at the drops of blood that seeped out of the hole.
She didn't let her gaze falter, and she didn't whimper or scream at the bite, but her body did shudder. She felt the pain, taking it in. Her adrenaline was racing and she felt her heart automatically pump. She gasped slightly, but then regained herself. "You don't scare me...I've taken on vampires far older than you before," she told him. He obviously didn't know who she was, but she would make sure he knew. Her family was well known, and she wasn't going to let it die at her end.
Stephen smirked mid-lick, drawing his tongue back into his mouth. "Then I would have expected much more of a challenge," he whispered into her ear before going back to earlobe but sucking on it instead of licking the blood away. He truly didn't mean to seem like he was trying to turn her on, her blood just tasted really good. Better than any of the crap blood he'd had in the past weeks, months even.
She didn't move, but inside was pretty much steaming with anger. "I'm out of practice..." she muttered bitterly. Which was true. She hadn't gotten a vampire in quite a few months, much less on her own in awhile. There was a story to that she wouldn't tell him now. She tried to pull from his grip, irritated.
Stephen didn't make any indication that he had heard her. After a few more moments, he reluctantly released her ear. Her blood was, in fact, quite delicious and would have enjoyed feeding from her neck, but he knew his time was growing short. He gripped her wrists tightly then dug his right boot into the ground, using it to flip them over so he was on top once more, looking down at her.
Her heartbeat seemed to calm down and she started to get into the state of mind she was taught to have around vampires; she was stupid for letting him see her out of control, bringing unnecessary thoughts about the Caling name. No doubt she would have heard mocking comments from her family at this.
She glared up at him, her mind still searching. The gun rested at her side and she longed to grab it and shove the barrel where his beating heart would've been. She was fully aware of the dull pain where her ear was, now pierced no doubt. "I'm surprised you wouldn't have just killed me," she said to him.
"Well, we can't all be heartless killers now can we?" Stephen asked. He glanced up at the sky for a moment before looking back down at her. The sky was starting to loose its darkness with the approaching dawn. "Besides, I like you. You got spirit, something I haven't seen in a long time." He then leaned down, his face only an inch or two from hers. "Til next time." Then he leaned down more, kissing her deeply and leaving a drop of her blood on her lips as he pulled back. Then he didn't waste any time in releasing her and getting up, walking away rather quickly, his figure growing smaller as he walked off.
She got up rather slowly for her standards, and watched him walk off. She touched her fingertips to her lips for a second, the taste of blood only faint to the thought of him kissing her. It almost seemed to make her heart stop.
Her mind wandered and now she thought she was confused. Killing him...just seemed too harsh now that he had spared her. Her thoughts were grumbled up and she didn't know how she felt about the whole incident.
When he was gone, she started to walk, walk slowly, since she felt a little beaten both physically and mentally here. She was heading home, to the darkness of her own home. She had no school, thank goodness. Maybe she could get some sleep.
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