A/N- Hello all of you, especially my dear old friend who has returned to read more of my vampire writing. Just thought I'd take a moment and give a bit of an explanation as to the reasoning behind this piece. Well, Amy and I were discussing something and I began to note how I seemed to have more bisexual and homosexual vampires than straight. Her witty retort was something along the lines of "If you're going to live forever, why restrict yourself?"

I got to thinking about that. How very true it was. And then it dawned on me; an idea for a fanfic/crossover. I had been meaning to work on one for a while but hadn't found a suitable topic as I didn't know how I wanted to deal with Amy's characters (they're so personal, one's characters, extensions of the self, that I wanted to be sure that I would have something interesting to deal with.) I started to think, Who was the one character that had been portrayed as completely heterosexual? Well that was obvious- the favorite among many, Aubrey. And I thought "How amusing it might be to see Aubrey in a loving relationship with a man!" And ta-da! Here it is.

And yes, it IS a crossover. I have already inserted some of my vampire stories' characters in and shall be having a few old favorites making appearances, for old times sake.

So, enjoy.

Until!

Ollie



Chapter Three

The first thoughts that came to my mind was that he might have been a tool of Satan himself, but I had seen him once before during in daylight. From all that I could remember from my Sunday rests at church, no creature of hell could withstand the light of God's day. No, the evil of the man who stood before me was something far more sinister than the supernatural; his was an evil from deep in the hearts of man.

He looked down to the girl, smiling softly at her. "I had hoped that she wouldn't have scream so much. It's the screaming that really makes women awful."

I scoffed and glared. "I'd have to disagree, sir. Children are by far worse. Infants are of a particular breed of exasperation."

He gave a short laugh and then his eyes went narrow. He stepped towards me, saying, "You may be right, but I have never had the privilege of feeding from one so small. What would be the point?"

His right hand began to rise from its still position at his side, but I refused to move out of his reach. I wasn't going to be intimidated by a man who wore gloves made by a commoner. As I looked to the hand that was nearing my throat, I saw the blood stain very faintly upon the fabric over his palm and a silent anger crept through my skull.

Such a waste of perfectly good gloves. He'd have to throw them away after that little mistake.

I stared intently upon his eyes, glaring all the while at the one who would destroy my work so carelessly and without a thought as to my feelings. In those moments where I would not yield to the fright I knew I should have been feeling, I saw his expression of intended double murder melt away to reveal something of a question mark drooped over his handsome face.

He pursed his lips together thinly. "Why do you not cower in terror? You obviously lack the knowledge of who stands before you."

I snickered. "The one who stands before me knows no proper way to treat handmade gloves." I then added as the dead prostitute was caught in the corner of me eye, "Or a lady for that matter."

He sniggered. "I only treat the lady with the amount of respect that she deserves. This one, this disease-spreading whore, was lucky to receive the gift of death from me to-night. I could have dealt her far worse, good sir."

I took a step back from the woman and took a full look at her. At the crook of her neck, I saw a thin trail of already-drying blood that ran down her the flat of her chest and pooled over the top of one exposed breast. She bore two marks, the insignia of her murderous death. I rolled my eyes back to the murderer, the vampire who walked in daylight.

"So it is all a lie." I whispered.

"What's a lie?" the vampire asked, seemingly genuinely.

I let out a slow, deep breath. "The word of the Lord. They tell us that no creature of Satan can walk the daylight, which is why the night is so perilous for it is their time to roam free in the world and feast upon the evils around them."

I braced myself against the monument beside me. How could it be? Was there even a God then if these things were allowed to be free during the hours that man was working in innocence? Where had the thing come from, then? Why was he there, tormenting me?

He laughed full out. "I know of no Satan that controls my movements. It seems you've been completely deceived into believing in something that might not exist." He gave another, shorter, burst of laughter.

"Ah," I said, taking back the step I had given between us, "So you think this is all just some joke, do you? How would like it if one day some thing came along and destroyed your world? Shattered your illusions on life?"

The vampire lunged at me, his hands grasping firmly around my neck. We fell to the cold ground, his fingers digging pressing hard against my veins. His eyes were wild and savage. His fangs were exposed like twin daggers unsheathed from some dark and secret place. He growled low, but with calmness, "You don't know anything about having your world destroyed. You haven't witnessed the end of the things you held dear and had hope in. So don't whine to me of broken fantasies."

I narrowed my eyes further and gathered my strength to me. With one mighty shove, I managed to push the vampire from me just enough to roll out from under him. I stood as he did the same. "Are you going to stand there debating theology all night or are you going to fight? I've seen what you've done. I will go to authorities if I leave here, I promise you that."

The vampire grinned.

In one foul moment, he drew forth a knife and sliced at my shoulder with it. My hand shot to the wound and I held my jaw closed as I bit back the scream of agony the blade had caused. The blood was warm between my fingers and it ran through the cloth as easily as water through sand. I took a deep breath, composing myself.

He spoke, "If you go to the jailer tomorrow, I can promise you that that scratch is just the beginnings of what I'll do to you."