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The day had passed and Jessie was roaming the night in search of something good to eat. It has been too long. I shouldn't have waited this long she mentally scolded herself on her starvation of blood. She was ancient and powerful enough to not need to drink blood every night or even every year but she still had a taste for it, just like every other vampire, but unlike other vampires, she only hunted the guilty and left the respectable alone. Her age had given her the ability to read minds so she knew who the killers were that made her look like a saint.
The man walked alone down the street, unaware he was being followed by red death. He had killed and didn't care. He would kill someone for looking at him funny. But he had caught Jessie's attention. She would kill him before he killed again.
It was in a forgotten alleyway she took him in. The lights from the street did not reach the little cut out path; so it was perfect for the vampire. The man had originally attempted attack and have his way with her that was what she wanted for it would fuel her desire for his blood. Only now he was dead and on the glass littered ground. Jessie couldn't leave him here, his corpse would be discovered and questions would be raised about the bodies where the blood was no more. So, using the power of her vampiric mind, she set the body on fire and walked away as the flames engulfed him. No one now would know he had lost all his blood when they found what was left of the murderer.
They had watched her as she hunted down the man and killed him in the alleyway. They were out to destroy her like she had destroyed hundreds of thousands of humans in her incalculable lifetime to feed her bloodlust.
"Despicable creatures, vampires," one of the slayers muttered, "are you sure she is the one Soma?"
"Positive, she is the ancient Jessica Lavin and will avenge my ancestor who had failed to kill her," the slayer Soma nodded. His family was the oldest family of slayers out there and he was the last of the Crosses. The other slayers respected him because he knew the best ways to kill vampires and had killed the most.
"Soma, why must we attack her? She feeds on the guilty when she decides to feed at all. Also, she destroys other vampires who have come here in the past," a younger slayer asked.
Soma Cross whirled around and glared at the young questioner, "Jessica is the reason my family are slayers and she is the reason I am the last." The young slayer said nothing for she knew the terrible temper Soma had on the subject of vampires. Jessie isn't evil like the others. She is kind and doesn't even punish those who burn her house. The flames do not even seem to affect her. How can Soma think he can kill her? The young one wondered but did not dare voice his concerns.
"Soma, you saw what she did with the fire that the gang brought down upon her garden, how can you expect our attacks with fire will kill her?" the original slayer asked.
"She is flammable the same as all other vampires but she will be more resistant to it so we must attack near dawn before she retreats to hiding spot from the sun," he answered as he watched the red hair vixen sit on the damp grass near the little pond in the park looking so harmless but he knew better. From his father he was told the stories of Jessie and how she had seduced their ancestor only to kill him. He took to heart those stories and made a silent promise to kill her.
"Why can we not attack her while she sleeps?" one asked as Soma pulled himself out of his memories.
"A sleeping vampire is more dangerous than an awake one. An awake vampire thinks and that slows it down somewhat. A sleeping vampire doesn't think for the mind is asleep and the body acts alone. That speeds the vampire up because there is no thinking involved," Soma explained. The slayers were silent as they watched their seemingly unaware target.
Jessie knew they had watched her but she didn't care. What were slayers to her? They had tried to kill her in the past but nothing worked. Fire could harm her but it seemed incapable of killing her like it had killed fledglings. She didn't bother listening to them plot but knew it involved the sun and fire. So the little bastards will try to get me either by fire or the sun she laughed a little. The sun could harm her but it would take more than one day in the sun's harmful rays to kill her.