Next chapter is up. Just letting anyone who reads this know this will not be a yaoi! I don't not write that stuff! Anyway I hope you enjoy the next chapter! xD


Rose Hunter 4

It hadn't taken long for Kamijo to realize his newest assassin was following him. Kamijo doubted that he would try to kill him in broad daylight; it didn't seem to be his style. Just in case however he found a table in the middle of a crowded outdoor café. There was no way the assassin would dare try to kill Kamijo here, it would attract too much attention for him to be able to slip away.

He watched from the corner of his eye as Yuki sat down at one of the few tables with an umbrella and leaned into its shade as much as possible. It seems he doesn't enjoy the sun that much, thought Kamijo, and then smirked; Time to have a little fun.

Getting himself in a comfortable position Kamijo prepared himself for a long afternoon of sitting. He wanted to see how much patience this man had, and find out how easy it was to irritate him. Signaling to the waitress he ordered his first glass of wine.

Kamijo loved wine. Before he became a vampire, he had owned his own vineyard and was known throughout the land for his excellent pallet. In all the time he'd been undead not much had changed. He still had the vineyard today, if anything it had grown lager over the centuries, but now he couldn't taste the wine that was produced. It wasn't just wine that he couldn't taste; it was any type of human food or nourishment. The only thing he could taste as a vampire was blood.

Kamijo wasn't sure why he continued to drink wine even though he couldn't taste it, let alone get drunk from it, and the only conclusion he could come to was that it was a human habit that his body couldn't let go of. Besides, even if he couldn't taste it, with his new enhanced senses he could definitely smell it. In his opinion it was the second sweetest smelling thing next to blood.

Taking a sip of the tasteless wine he looked around casually, making it seem like he was enjoying the scenery, but in reality he was sneaking a look at his assassin. He smirked as he noticed that the man was already drumming his fingers on the table; his face appeared to be in a permanent frown. It had barely been and hour yet, and the man was already becoming impatient, and from the looks of him, hot. Too bad Kamijo wasn't ready to leave yet.

Digging into the left breast pocket of his jacket he pulled out a book. He chuckled to himself as he looked at the title. Dracula. The book was true to its genre; Fiction. The only thing the author got correct was the fact that vampires did in fact drink blood, and the fact that their actually were vampires, though Kamijo highly doubted the writer knew it himself.

Opening the book he angled his body so that the books title was clearly visible, decided to give the assassin a subtle hint as to his actual identity, although he found it highly unlikely the man would figure it out.

Another two hours later, and six glasses of wine down Kamijo glanced over at Yuki again. He was a little surprised to see that the man looked like he was suffering from heat stroke. His face was extremely flustered and coated with a thin layer of sweat making his bangs stick to his face like glue. He was also holding a hand to his head like he had a headache.

Kamijo frowned; this assassin didn't handle the sun very well, in fact worse than most humans. Sure all of them sweat and got red in the face, but this man seemed to lose his energy the longer he was exposed to it. Kamijo couldn't help but notice the irony of the situation. As a vampire he was no longer affected by hot or cold, yet the human reacted to the sun the way a vampire from one of the human novels would.

While debating on whether or not to give his assassin a break, Kamijo ordered yet another glass of wine and watched with amusement as Yuki did as well, promptly proceeding to chug the bottle. Smiling Kamijo decided to give the assassin a break and started to single the waitress to ask for his bill when the sounds of an argument reached his ears.

Looking over he saw a clearly wasted man harassing one of the café's waitresses. At first it looked like the waitress would be able to handle the man without any difficulty, until the man started to get rough; clearly an angry drinker, and harshly grabbed the woman by the arm and pulled her onto his lap.

Deciding he had seen enough, Kamijo started to rise from his chair. Even if he was a vampire, it went against his honor code not to help a woman in trouble. However, his assassin got their first, and from the look on his face he was pissed.

Kamijo sat back and watched, quite impressed as Yuki took out the rowdy man with ease even with his eyes covered and his arms behind his back. Even some vampires Kamijo knew would have difficulty with that feat. Realizing he might get caught staring by the man, Kamijo quickly turned around asked for, and then paid his bill.

Walking at a somewhat slow pace he listened closely for the sound of his assassin's footsteps. He had committed them to memory when Kamijo had first discovered the man was following him, and now could pick the sound of the man's stride out of thousands.

Kamijo frowned in confusion as Yuki's strides quickly went from strong and determined to weak and stumbling. It took all of Kamijo's self control to stop himself from turning around and seeing what was wrong with the man. Instead he slowed down even more, pretending to look in a shop window while listen intently to Yuki's footsteps. When the footsteps gained an echo like sound to them and then stopped, Kamijo realized Yuki must have stepped into a dark alley to escape the sun and rest for a minute.

Deciding to risk a backward glace he saw three large men blocking the entrance to the ally Kamijo assumed Yuki had stumbled into.

Once again using his powers of astute hearing, Kamijo picked up the whole conversation between Yuki and the three men. From the sound of Yuki's voice he was far from being able to protect himself from the men, it sounded shaken and weak to Kamijo's ears.

Kamijo found himself becoming enraged. How dare those miserable excuses for human beings try to ruin his fun! If anyone was going to kill Yuki it was going to be him, so until then he had to stay alive. Swiftly and silently Kamijo turned and walked towards the dark alley, still listening to the men talk cockily at Yuki.

"…To bad for you we don't leave our victims alive." Kamijo heard one of the men state. Kamijo entered the alley and saw the 'middle man' about to plunge his knife down on Yuki's face, bringing Kamijo's anger to a whole new level. Menacingly he shouted at the men. "What a conscience neither do I."

With inhuman speed Kamijo attacked the man with his knife posed to strike Yuki. While wrestling the man to the ground Kamijo glanced at Yuki, he was unconscious but other wise unharmed. Good, thought Kamijo, Now I can dispose of these goons the way I want to.

Glaring at the man with piercing white eyes he said. "You picked the wrong person to settle a grudge with. Humans should know when they are targeting a Vampire's pray!"

"V-V- Vampire," said the man shakily. "That's impossible, they don't exist."

"Well then, I'll just have to prove it to you," stated Kamijo, elongating his fangs. "To bad that by the time you believe me you'll be dead."

Before the man could even utter a scream Kamijo sank his fangs into the man's neck and drank up all his sweet warm blood. Of course the fight was not over however. At the sound of the two other men's retreating footsteps Kamijo turned to see the other two brothers running towards the alley's exit in hopes of escaping their brother's fate. Unfortunately for them Kamijo was faster, and there was no way they were escaping with their lives after learning what he was. Grabbing the two men by the backs of their necks he dragged them back into the darkest part of the alley and broke their necks. He was already full from drinking the 'middle' brother's blood, and didn't want to be gluttonous.

Walking back over to the 'middle' brother Kamijo looked for the telltale signs of fang marks on the man's neck and proceeded to slice the man's throat over the marks. Kamijo had made sure to leave enough blood in the man so he would bleed heavily out of the wound; At least enough so that the police wouldn't get suspicious.

Getting up, he turned back to where his assassin lay unconscious on the ground. Smirking Kamijo looked down at him and asked aloud.

"Now, what to do with you?"