A Daywalker meets A Snowman Chapter 20, a blade fanfic

It seemed the longer time went by right now, the more I felt myself digging into my own mind. The conversation with Eric brought this on. Was he really satisfied with hunting vampires all his life? I never once thought to ask him about the future. It's just what we did. We woke up and killed then slept and did our best to fight our hunger.

I let my nails gently scrape across my throat at the thought of our hunger. Eric, even though he tried not to let it show, was slowly starting to lose control of his own hunger. I could survive on human food and blood if I wanted, and he could too, but it seemed the hunger for blood was growing. Would that happen to me? I mean we were twins, so why didn't I feel the urge to drink blood? Maybe I would in time. Whistler, no matter how hard we try and act like it's not happening, is aging. I know he's worried about us, worried what will happen once he is gone.

"You'll keep him leveled, but you are both the same sides of a coin. You're both positive and the closer you get, the further you'll push each other apart"

He once said to me. I loved the old man but in he was right. What if I wanted to be more than just The Daywalker, the enemy to both humans and vampires? Eric doesn't care but I never told him I did. Like it would have mattered.

I need to get out now, feeling cooped up in this place with vampires literally around us made me annoyed, minus Zao of course. I got up, got dressed, only this time, I dressed in a red dress with black floral lace. It was sleeveless and I pulled my black leather jacket over it. I let my hair down so my tight curls could come to life on its own. I slid on a pair of black heals and tucked my sigh into one jacket pocket and my fans in the other pocket.

Make up? No, I hid behind no masks. I looked myself over in the mirror and smiled. I left my room and walked down the hall passing the large open room where Whistler and Scud were chatting about something. As they saw me, they both did a double take.

"Woah where are you going dressed like that?" Whistler asked. Oh Dad. I looked at him and shrugged, my face as plane as usual when around them.

"I'm going for a walk." I said. Scud smirked.

"Yeah you are." he said. Whistler shot him a glare as if saying watch it and Scud raised his hands in defense and took a bite of a sandwich and turned back around as he started tinkering with something. Whistler approached me crossing his arms.

"You don't need to be going out, at night, looking for trouble." he said. I shook my head.

"I never look for it. It finds me. I'll be back." I replied pulling out my headphones and placing them to my ear.

"Do you have you cell phone on you at least?" he called out. I just raised my and waving good bye, a sign I was fine. I moved to our garage, took one of my brother's cars and drove it out. I greeted the darkness. The city was off in the distance and I drove to it. I thought of nothing as I drove. Tonight would be only for me.

As usual, I went to an abandoned parking garage, parked and exited. The air smelled of many things and I was curious of what awaited me outside this garage. I hated to admit it and was downright embarrassed, but I didn't go too many places without Eric. Not because he wanted to watch me, but because enemies were everywhere. If it wasn't vampires at night, it was familiar trying to impress their vampire masters during the day.

Eric was fine with just hunting and killing for the rest of his life and at what point of time, so did I. But then what changed? Watching Whistler age, Scud coming into the mix? If he weren't a familiar he would have had potential. Eric doesn't want to kill him just yet. But I knew the answer. It was Zao. It's like an endless world of possibilities came into my life the second he signed to me.

I suddenly hissed. Come on one night, just stay out of your head. I exited the parking garage and let myself be submerged into the busy city. My music blocked out the sound, but my senses wouldn't let me drop my guard. I smelled everything and everyone. I saw the vampires on the corners and getting out of cabs shocked almost. Vampires quickly moved around me to avoid me, but none of them were in my line of sight as long as they didn't try to start anything. I let Ellie Goulding take me away.

I had a way then
Losing it all on my own
I had a heart then
But the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now
The dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping up
The strength I need to push me

I liked the beat and how the music took me away into another world. No one mattered tonight except for me: Not vampires, not humans, nothing was a threat to me.

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine them when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine them when I'm alone

I raised my hands dancing gyrating on the sidewalk seeing vampires all in my peripheral watching me wildly as I danced fast on my heals not falling or tripping on my slim heals. I was cat like. I shook my hips smirking at the men who smirked flirtatiously at me as they passed. I kept walking popping my chest to the beat of the music.

Noises, I play within my head
Touch my own skin
And hope they'll still be there
And I think back to when
My brother and my sister slept
In another place
The only time I feel safe

As I strut and danced, I knew I was moving through an alley and when I did, I knew the vampires that followed me and I kept dancing reaching into my jacket and pulling out my fans and opening them continuing to dance and spin about riding the music into pure bliss. The vampires hissed and moved back into the darkness. I could dance and kill at the same time it was not hard. I continued walking through the alley until I was on the other side engulfed another sea of people.

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine them when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
Dreaming when they're gone
'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine them when I'm alone

Home, home
(Lights, lights, lights)

Snowman's POV

The blood lust was stronger tonight. Usually two people were enough, but for some reason, I needed more which was odd. I had a very good control on my hunger, but tonight, I wanted more. Could it have been because I had taken Tamara's blood?

Did her daywalker blood have some mystical powers. After years of learning to control myself, I always try to take the blood of murderers, serial killers who had yet to be caught to be exact. I had stalked a few weeks earlier so when it was time to feed I would know how to find them. I was quietly following my last meal, Dean Morrison, a serial killer who liked to rape and kill African American prostitutes from the ages of thirteen to twenty-seven. He was a ghost for the longest time until, but tonight he would be mine.

It would only be fitting to let him have his last "meal" before he became mine. He was moving through the city which is usually what he did when looking. He was a quiet man who lived alone with no family. I didn't know his day job of course, but I didn't need to. It didn't matter. I've seen the blank look in his eyes. He'd found someone, he found his last meal. I kept a reasonable distance behind him watching him. He's a large man, a hobby of his has to be hitting the gym. He was mountain of a man, but none of the human women ever seemed interested in him or the men. But he wasn't interested in them either. As I followed him from the town and into the Grand Park, I could tell he was getting close to his meal. Usually he didn't need a weapon, but tonight he used a knife from his kitchen.

He was going to play with this meal before killing her. He stopped and immediately, I became a shadow as I disappeared into the trees. The darkness hid me well. I had a good view from this tree. I could see everything below and I could see his victim. I looked over at her and my body froze as I realized who it was. Tamara. She was in a short dress, headphones in her hear dancing as if she were the last woman on earth. My eyes widened as a frown played on my face as I leaned forward at the sight. He was going to try and kill her? He was going to take his time and try and do horrible things to her that I have seen him do to others. I could see it on his face. The disgusting vile look of lust on his face as he watched her dance. I could smell the arousal he had… for my mate. My lips twitched into a snarl as I was shaking hard, a deep growl escaping my throat. I thought about just pouncing on his back, getting my fangs in him and holding on while I drained him. He would flail around for a bit, then give in to death.

But not this time. This time, my sword will taste his blood.

Author's notes

Don't worry all, the nomak/tamara scenes are coming. I just want to build up Snowman and Tamara first