Summary: AU Ororo is a vampire, but not just any vampire. She is a well respected leader of the Death Dealers. What happens when she crosses paths with a dark stranger. A stranger with secrets that could lead to the end of her kind? NOTE I did borrow the idea from Underworld.

Life. Death.

Two vastly opposing concepts, yet somehow they were one and the same for her.

Living in death. She chuckled at the irony of it all.

At one time she basked in the warm, inviting rays of the sun. At one time she rode the winds with sheer joy, relished the raw power that nature offered her, and worshipped the Goddess in the pure light that life had to offer. At one time she lived.

True, she still was called the Windrider, but it evolved into the name of a hunter. A killer.

When the sun sinks in the horizon and earth is engulfed in darkness, she stirs from her restless, gray slumber. Her senses and reflexes fire with a passion. A passion for the hunt.

Ororo Munroe was no longer the serene, peaceful woman she was long ago known to be. Now she was a ruthless vampire leader. A Death Dealer.