Alae cursed as she made her way down the dilapidating stairs, practically jumping down three flights.

The katana swords at her sides slapped her thighs as she dashed out the door, Oraca on her heels.

Wait up! Oraca hissed into her sister's mind as Alae turned a corner.

I'm not waiting for you, he's already moving! Alae hissed in replied, drawing her two swords to catch Kaema's attention.

But Kaema had already heard the two, dagger once more in hand.

"Shit." He muttered, seeing the two Vampires beyond his hockey mask as he turned.

"So you're the slayer who's been hunting my people down in this area." Alae spoke, not caring if it wasn't something she would usually had done.

"Well, it hasn't always been just me." Kaema muttered, knowing the Vampire could hear, but he involuntarily spoke. He shifted, flexing his fingers around the hilt of his dagger. Alae smirked, stepping forward, katanas brandished with threatening skill.

"You've forced me into action." Alae said, mocking an apologetic tone. "And now, you're going to pay for the lives you've taken." She added, lunging forward with one katana blade facing back towards herself, one facing towards Kaema. Kaema blinked, receiving a moment warning to step left to dodge her attack, dagger slashing at her upper arm. Alae suppressed a yelp in protest as the metal and wood blade sliced the skin of her bicep, the crimson liquid of life dripping down from her new scar-to-be. Oraca stood back and watched, her mind searching for faults in his tactics to help her sister. She blinked, opening her mouth slightly and contacted her sister via telepathy.

He'll step right next slash you go for, she said as Kaema stepped right three seconds later, dodging the first swipe from Alae, but the second beck swipe made contact. He suppressed his own cry of pain as the blade slashed across his black shirt, ripping the fabric and tearing his skin. Blood filled the crevasse of the wound, pain scorching his chest as Kaema fought the urge to double over and leave himself open to another attack. Alae smirked, taking this moment as an opportunity to sheath one of her katanas and get a grasp on his shoulder. She did so, turning him around so his back was against her chest, sword against his throat.

"You're a silly one." She hissed seductively into his ear, causing him to grasp the situation and try to wriggle free. "No, I wouldn't do that." Alae laughed, pressing the cold, smooth metal of the sword against his jugular. Kaema ceased his struggle, one hand against his chest to try and stem the blood flow and the other holding onto his dagger, thinking of a possible way to get out of this predicament. Alae shifted her grip, moving her hand to the other shoulder. Kaema bit his lip, trying hard to suppress another cry in pain as she squeezed his chest. Alae smirked once more, her hand sliding down to his bicep. She tightened her grip, little finger brushing against his bare skin for the first time.

That was when it all changed. She didn't see it coming, nor did her sister, and Kaema was perhaps oblivious that the principle existed.

Life for the three would never be the same from here on.

Miss Mary Lou- Thanks for reviewing. And no, you're not just stupid, he does occasionally kill Vampires with his wooden drumstick – yes, the kind you play drums with-, it's sort of like a stake, but not as pointy and thick. . And I agree, Alae is strange, but then again, why would I make every character perfect? . I loved reading your review, made me laugh, which is pretty hard to do.

Moonjava- I'm glad you liked it, so here's another chapter. .