Hey everyone I hope you like this new story; it's inspired by both classic Dracula and Buffy the Vampire Slayer! I hope you enjoy it.

Peeta glared through the halls of his manor, for so long he'd lived there. Since nearly the sixth century in fact...it was his own domain but he knew what his peers must think of him. A master of vampires...all powerful among them...with no bride. It was true he could have had his pick of vampiric women...or even mortal women. But he couldn't. He'd had his love long ago...centuries ago. He paced his lavish bed chamber. His bed was draped in deep black and green silks...her favorite color it had been. The mirrors were covered in thick black cloth and the curtains blocking his way from the balcony billowed in the windy night air. He strode through the dancing silk and stood in the light of the moon and relished in the silence of the air. He could see the fields of grape vines below in his vineyard. The south of France was beautifully secluded and as long as the wine paid the bills humans would hardly ever come to call. Those who did were served for his supper. He opened his eyes once more and gazed up at the gigantic silver sphere hanging in the sky but all he could see were the silver eyes of his love. His Katniss. He remembered their final night together...

Flashback 519 AD

The air was still and light as the silver moon shined down on them, her hair was dark brown and fine like silk. Her eyes matched the moon above, they made her pale face look smooth and flawless. "For you I would cross a thousand oceans and battle any army" He whispered as he wrapped his arms around her slim frame. Her nightgown was white and billowed in the light wind, almost like wings. "I will love you for all time" She whispered in return. Her voices was as rich and sweet as honey

"Katniss, my heart. When I return I'll make you forever mine. I'll marry you on the very moment I return" he lowered his lips to hers and sealed them in a ferocious kiss. "And what will become of Gale? Father has promised him my hand" She broke away and whispered this into the cool night air.
"I will cut his hands from his arms if he so much as touches you" He replied with a fierceness he hadn't known he'd possessed. She blushed and slid her arms around his neck "And if my father tried to marry us in your absence?"

He hadn't thought of that...he hadn't. "Then run away, wherever you are my heart will guide me to you."

"Do you swear Peeta?"

"I swear it my love." He sealed this promise with another soul searing kiss.

That was the last night they'd ever spent in one another's arms. The next morning he'd left to join a battle to defend their home. He'd fought endlessly it seemed but never relented so that he could return home to her. But it was not to be. He returned to his home to find his love had left him...she lay in her grave for weeks before his homecoming. She'd been told she must marry Gale, her father's apprentice and she did as he'd bade her to. She packed her things and tried to run, but her husband to be would have none of it. He caught her on the edge of a high peak, he tried to bring her back but she saw only two options...to marry someone other than her beloved...or to jump from the peak and meet again in the kingdom of heaven. And so rather than live with Gale, she jumped from the peak to her death. He'd come home to her father cursing his name, her husband to be on the hunt for another bride, and her bed cold with her absence. So he did as good as he had promised despite his tardiness. He split Gale nearly in two with his sword and slain her father as he slept. With their blood on his hands he went on his way...or on some way. He'd lost his own when he had lost her. His heart had broken into a thousand pieces when he'd sat at her grave. He slept there as well. For three days he did not leave her side, and for three days he neither ate nor drank as he mourned her. At midnight on the third day he had little strength left and paid no mind to the man that had strode up to him.

Flashback

"Why do you weep boy?"

"I have failed her. I will die here and join her beyond the veil"

"You could see her again in this life" He said as he laid his cold fingers on my shoulder.

"Lies. She is gone, nothing but worms in her resting place"

"Did you love her?" his voice was hoarse.

"She was my heart, I would have done anything for her. I would have died for her"

"Then she will be back, it will take years but you will find her again. Love so strong crosses the bonds of life and death. Just with time"

"And how do you know this old man" Peeta snarled as he finally raised his eyes to meet the man. But the old man's eyes were ghostly and...his teeth were frightening. He had teeth that shined like jewels and two...two were long and pointed...his canines.

"Demon!"

"I'm no demon, I am of the eternal living. We are few but we are everlasting. And with everlasting life you'll find your beloved once more."

These words swam through his exhausted and sorrow addled brain. "Are...are you certain that I will find her?"

"As certain as the tides"

"What must I do?"

The night he'd been turned from a mere mortal into one of the everlasting. One of the living dead. A vampire. He'd waited for a sign that Katniss would come back to him. He did as he was told, traveled in the night, slept in the day, and drank of the living. Eventually the old man who had turned him was staked by a priest and he was left with the rest of the living dead. As the decades past and Katniss was still lying in her grave he began to turn cold. His heart was locked in his chest and he decided that if he must live on forever without her...he would do it with power. And so he'd risen through the ranks of the everlasting. He'd battled anyone who stood in his way, he slayed any mortal that challenged him until he had finally reached the pinnacle of their society. He was now a Master, and those lower than him referred to him as such. He was given riches of untold amounts and built a castle that would be in what was now France. He'd cared little for these things. His vampiric and mortal servants alike threw themselves at his feet hoping to please him. But he felt nothing. He only knew survival now. Until one fateful evening he sat in his bedchambers with one of those mortal inventions, a cigarette clamped between his teeth. As he inhaled the smoke of the small stick he heard the tight tapping of someones knuckles on the heavy door.

"ENTER" he snapped

A young vampire with black hair...Spike he called himself Peeta dimly remembered. "What? Why do you interrupt me? The sun is to rise at any moment. We all need our rest." He said although he didn't care. He didn't sleep often.

"Master...there's tell of a vampire hunter"

This was odd, there hadn't been hunters of their kind since the 1600s. "Where? Who has sent word?"

"In Maine...some little town in Maine. Victor has sent word. He and Fran have encountered someone..."

"Are you certain it would be a hunter? Surely it's one of Fran's fantasies" Peeta took another drag on the cigarette.

"No, they saw her she had a stake. She hunted down one of their new ones. She staked him."

He couldn't believe his ears "And they didn't kill her? Surely they're capable! Even the weakest of us are stronger than their best!"

"They said it was like she was tracking them. She even found their crypt...she lit it on fire." Peeta couldn't believe his ears. There hadn't been a hman making this much trouble in so long...he felt as though...he was excited. Perhaps he just needed to hunt again. That must be it. "Call Finnick, tell him to get the plane ready to fly before the sun is fully up. Have Delilah pack my things and send them to the plane with the mortals."

"But Master, surely some of us-"

"You dare to question me? I have walked the earth longer than you can conceive. Do not ever question me boy or your head will roll" He snarled like a wolf. Spike's resolve crumbled and he fell to his knees "My apologies master! Please forgive me!"

"Get off of my feet boy. Do as I've said before I change my mind about allowing you to live." He scurried to his feet and out of the door, faintly calling for the other young ones to help him do as Peeta had commanded. He stood and gazed at the bruised purple sky that was lightening by the second. He pulled a thick black cloak from his wardrobe. He chuckled ruefully as he remembered the dracula that mortals prattled on about. He supposed he must look very much like a vampire by the ideas of mortals. But that didn't matter, he wanted to get to Maine. He wanted to find this stubborn hunter...and extinguish her.

Nearly 8 hours later

Peeta stretched as he stepped down the steps of his private plane. The cold night air of Maine hit his already cold skin and he sighed in relief. He hated flying, unable to open the shades of the windows for fear sunlight would burn his pale skin...thankfully he'd left all but one of his simpering servants back in the castle. He'd taken along a young human servant, a day walker to him. Someone to be his eyes when the sun shined above them. He flew the plane and would drive him to a small manor in Maine, nothing as beautiful as his home in France..but suitable for his presence nonetheless. He wondered what the America's had become like. He hadn't made a visit since before the second world war. But the night blanketed the landscape as Finnick ushered him into a long smooth limousine and began to drive him to the house. It felt like only a moment however before he called "Master, we've arrived"

"Thank you Finnick." He stepped out from the vehicle and looked up at the four story manor house "It will do fine. Take my things up to the master bedroom. I'll be back before dawn"

"Yes sir...do you want to know which way town is?"

"I already familiarized myself with maps. While many of my colleagues prefer to be left in the ways of the past, i know that the way of the future involves technology." With that he made himself scarce. He molded into the shadows and moved as swiftly and silently as the wind. He'd hardly spent a minute in this state before he found himself in a graveyard. He materialized in the shadows of a stone mausoleum and he heard the unmistakable snarl of a vampire. He turns his head to find a vampire with a stake in his heart just before he exploded in a pillar of dust. Through the falling debris of his fellow vampire he saw her. Her hair was the color of warm chocolate and her eyes shone like silver even in the dark of the night. "Katniss?" His whisper carried through the still night air and reached her ears. She turned to Peeta with wide eyes.

"Who the hell are you?!"