-Chapter 2-
It was dawn when I returned home. I looked at the mirror, and saw no bags under my eyes. Which was exciting. But when I got into the shower I had some road burn on my leg from the tackle and a nice hand print on my arm thanks to Jason. I scrubbed clean despite that it was a dull night. I fell onto my sleeping bag and took my diary from my pillow and scribbled down the events, dubbing it "interesting" instead of "normal and uneventful".
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I laid on my sleeping bag waiting for dusk.
Today was hell. All the fake smiles I had to use for all my interviews. Lying about my folks and shit, it was almost exhausting... except for the fact I've been doing it for two years, and expecting to lie for many more years to come.
I'm use to three or four hours of sleep a day but squeezing in less than two hours today had drained me. I laid there trying not to sleep, I opened my second storey window to let any breeze in. Just as the sky became purple, something jumped into my home. I grabbed my dagger from my bedside table, and I slunk over to the hallway area.
I saw the figure, and it looked like the person didn't have any weapons on themselves. So I came out with my dagger at the ready. Soon I was whimpering as my arm was quickly twisted behind my back and the dagger fell to the floor.
"I was going to comment on your dark dingy home, but you had to pull a dagger out." The voice behind me said, which sounded vaguely familiar.
"Most people come through the door." I replied trying to ignore the twinging pain in my shoulder.
"Just sit on the bed." He pushed me toward my bed.
I sat down and looked up at the vamp named Jason, and I tried to hide the look of surprise on my face.
"If you're not a hunter then what are you?" he growled, obviously new to the vamp thing because he had a speech impediment. "You look for trouble, you don't hide your tracks, and how frickin old are you?!" he looked down at me.
I scowled.
"Are you good or bad?" he said, getting that I was not going to say anything about myself.
"Good to mortals, worst nightmare to the undead." I said, looking at my dagger on the floor.
He followed my gaze for a bit and shook his head, then chuckled. "Worst nightmare?" he chuckled a bit more. "I'm everyone's worse nightmare. Now who are you?"
"Are you good or bad?" I asked him the question.
"Good." he replied shortly.
"Well I just moved here, and I was trying to find out what I'm up against. Fresh, weak, or fighters."
"Punks, Skinheads, or Dandies--" Jason listed.
"Dandies? Well dressed Aristocrats? Dandy Vampires." I tried not to laugh cause he didn't think it was a laughing matter. I coughed lightly, "So I guess that means you have gangs instead of outcasts trying to find a place, or gamblers, and the like?" I asked.
"Yes."
"Kay." I said, and sat back on my bed and thought.
"So are you going to answer who you are, or what?" he asked, looking down at me.
"No."
He growled, and I didn't flinch.
"I've been a slayer for three years. I would be considered the undead's worst nightmare if only I was let to leave and not pestered. I work alone. Though I'm up for a challenge and I'm not afraid of competition." I said, standing up from my bed. He was about a half a foot taller than me but it didn't matter.
"A slayer?" he asked.
"Yes, one who slays and doesn't let anyone get away. Unlike a hunter, who misses but continues." I said, feeling cocky.
"So you slay?"
I nod.
"A killing machine?"
I nod.
"Just like who you are after?"
I think before I say anything. "What is your point? I destroy bad creatures and protect the innocent. I leave no mercy for demons on this earth."
"Just like Vampires." he growled.
"No. They are ruthless with everything. I just kill vamps." I said. "Which this conversation is going against my beliefs."
"Well you don't have your blade." he said, smirking.
"Crossbow in my table, and stakes in my closet." I replied, but did not reach for them.
"You want me to leave don't you?" he asked.
"If you would, please." I gave him a fake smile.
"Could I have your name then?" he asked.
"No."
He sighed. "The how do we call on you if we need help?"
"I'll be on the look out, every night. So if you do need help, I may stumble across and help." I said, sitting back on my bed.
"Okay then." He said and left out the window. A small thump was heard outside of the building.
I sigh, first decent conversation with a vamp. Should I congratulate myself or beat myself up for it? I so could have killed him, what made me not? I sighed again and got into my hunter clothes.
Just as I left the building three people swarmed me and two put their arms around me.
"So?" one asked. Again a familiar voice.
"What do you want?!" I growled.
"Your name." they said.
"Oh, shut up and leave me alone." Figuring out who they were.
"Sorry."
"Want to join?"
"I work alone."
"We know." the vamp jumped in front of us.
"You don't need me, and I don't need you." I said. "I'm staying a week, then I will leave. I work where I'm needed. Yet.." I stopped and looked at the Vampire. "where lunatics live with a vampire, you wonder if the place is really safe."
"Why don't you trust vampires?" Jason asked, with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
"You can't leave that fast." The tall one grabbed my arm... the same arm that was bruised from last night. I flinched.
"So what is it?" I asked angrily, shoving his hand off my arm. "My name, or you want me to join?"
"Okay. We want to know, why a 'slayer' is in our territory." The vampire said, using quotation signs.
"I wondered in, didn't think there would be anyone else in here. Hunters are less known than bounty or slayers. So like how was I suppose to know?"
"How about asking?" the one with glasses said.
I sighed and kept walking with them following me.
"Don't you like have fights to like do." I said, smacking myself mentally for they were getting to me. It was like a frickin bad dream.
"Meh." they shrugged.
"Well then fuck off so I can work." I spat, and walked faster knowing I couldn't out run or jump any of them.
"Fine." they said and walked off. "We should have used plan A." one said into the darkness.
I rolled my eyes once again, and started to rub my arm. Scowling as I walked into the night.
I was bounding around in the streets, feeling free. I always loved the dark, despite the demons stalking the streets. It was an hour before dawn when I heard a ruckus a block from where I stood. I ran down the streets sliding and jumping over any obstacles that fell or were in my way. I slid to a stop and gapped at the sight in front of me.
Overly dressed vampires were winning a fight between the so called hunters. I walked quietly in and looked around. This was the only advantage of being short and walking into a fight with guys, no one looks down.
I looked around carefully with a dagger in one hand and a stake in the other. I dusted a vampire before I saw the shortest member of the Hunters on the bottom of a dog pile. I laughed, and dusted the top one, getting stares from the other three. I backed away for room and put myself in the ready stance. They got up and started to laugh at me. I smiled assuring them I was ready for anything. The first one walked up to me and punched, I ducked and staked him. This got everyone's attention including the other Hunters. Two girls jumped me from behind, I staked them with both arms. The guys tried again and I spin kicked them down, quickly staking them without delay showing my jumping skills and efficiency. The Hunters took the Dandy's surprise and dusted a lot of them before they retreated.
"Ow..." the shortest said, holding onto his neck.
I snickered.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. I told you I'd come if I noticed anything." I smiled. "Man that was fun-er than waiting in graveyards."
"Glad they were able to oblige to your fun." the vamp said.
"Yeah..." I said and started to walk away.
"Hey, hey. How come you always walk away?" the tallest asked.
"You know that old saying 'When you have nothing good to say walk away'?" I said.
"Don't you know it's 'when you have got nothing to say, don't say anything at all'?" The guy with the glasses said.
"Yeah, I like mine better." I retorted and started to walk away again.
"But hey! You helped us."
"My job."
"But now you have to know us!"
"No I don't." my voice getting quieter as I get further away.
"Well it's rude not to introduce ourselves."
"I don't care."
"Yes you do. You love us!"
I turned around and looked at the figures standing twenty feet from me. They walked up to me while I waited.
"See, she loves us." the tallest guy smiled.
"Shut up." I said, narrowing my eyes.
"Okay, you first." the vampire said.
"Kali." I said, feeling my mystery had been solved.
"Jason." the vampire said.
"Garren." the guy who got bit said with a smile.
"Pierre." the guy with the glasses said, doing a little pose with his weapon.
"Scott." The tallest blushed.
"Yeah uh, you're still vamp to me sorry." I faked a smile for Jason. "Well nice to meet you all, I have work in the morning." I walked away, knowing they were standing behind me bursting with some kind of pride.