AN: So after what i'd say might be quite a long wait? I've finally come up with the first chapter. *heaves a sigh of relief* i really do hope this was a good one, please do leave me some comments to tell me what you think about this chapter! I look forward to seeing you in the chapters to come!

Chapter 1: Lonely

In the dark of the night a man was chasing an animal through the woods. No, it wasn't just an animal he had to remind himself. It was human, it was human in everyway possible but for that one factor where they were bloodsucking vicious monsters. They were vampires and that was never any good news. Of course to a hunter a like him it was good news, considering that he was helping to rid this planet of them, he thought, as he crouched down hiding behind the bark of a tree watching the vampire as it finished off his victim.

Another thing to mention was that this hunter was much different, he didn't save humans from the vampires like many others did, he let nature take its course, or so he told himself. If vampires wanted to feast on humans, he would let them, because who knew, if the next time he didn't let a vampire feed, the one that would have been fed on might be him and he didn't want that.

Slowly, John got up from his crouched position, carefully maneuvering himself as he crept to the next tree trunk, hiding there. His fingers were curled around the hilt of the stake, ready to strike. In this business one had to kill or be killed. It took courage to kill a vampire because…it was very much like killing a human and John had done that. He'd killed someone, he'd killed his own sister just before she'd changed.

Peeking around the tree trunk, John saw that the vampire was gone. He cursed, 'This isn't the time to be thinking about the past,' quickly he dashed deeper into the forest, trying to catch up to his prey. He could just barely see the slight movements of the vampire that slipped through the darkness. Soon the forest thinned out into a clearing and John, panting rested against the trunk of a tree, catching his breath.

His eyes scanned the clearing, he was so sure the vampire had come by this way. That's when he spotted the cavernous mouth of a cave, a little off to the left. Nothing could be seen beyond the shadows, it was as if the cave dropped off into a black shadowy pit of nothingness. He smirked. Sometimes even vampires could be predictable. Reaching his hand into his pack, John fumbled around the other vampire hunter necessities and pulled out the flashlight.

John turned the flashlight on, the bright beam of white light radiating in the darkness of the forest, casting a huge halo of light in the path around him. After his eyes had adjusted to the invading white light in the forestry darkness, John continued his journey into the cave, swallowed up into the dark cavernous depths of it.

The sound of his boots crunching on the hard rock beneath his feet echoed off the walls of the cave. It smelled strangely of water and John guessed that there had to be a stream of sorts nearby. Overhead, stalactites dripped with water as John's torch ghosted over them, they cast a shadow which he thought crudely resembled a vampire fangs dripping with human blood. He shuddered at the thought and kept on walking through the cave, finally the paths spilt one dropping down and away to the right other staying on course and leading further in on the left.

For some reason, John continued down the path on the right headed deeper into the cave system. Here, he could hear the sound of a trickling underground stream and the air was slightly colder around these parts, his fingers re adjusted his grip on the stake and his eyes scanned the lit up area that the torch pointed him to.

The beam of his light fell across the base of what looked to be a large shard of ice. 'Strange…this place isn't that cold for it to freeze over…' he thought as the beam of his light continued its trail along the shard of ice. John walked even closer to the area, the halo of his light moving to chase away the dark shadows all around and what it revealed had John's breath stolen away. For there, frozen in the ice, eyes closed as though only sleeping was a man whose beauty was ethereal. It was love it first sight for John, his heart clenching at the beauty of the frozen man. Curious, John lifted a hand to the ice, it was cool to the touch and a spark ran through him suddenly causing him to draw his hand back.

"What are you?" he whispered as he circled the frozen tomb, looking for something, a plaque of some sort maybe… There was no way that this could have been done recently, right? It didn't seem so. John moved in closer to examine the sleeping man, his dark ebony curls fell around his face, framing it. His cheekbones were well defined and his nose well cut. The man's lips were beautiful, pressed together in a thin line. His jawline evident, his face looked like it came from the heavens or like the art work of a master stonemason who had carved a face of the gods into this man. He looked to be of an aristocratic background with such stunning beauty. He could have been a celebrity…if the business of movies and Hollywood hadn't run dry already.

John's eyes caught a glimpse of the clothes, a black blazer under which was a deep purple dress shirt tucked into black pants, his body was lean, lightly muscled and so so beautiful. John tucked the stake away now, his interest in hunting down that vampire gone. The statue before him was much more intriguing and it seemed to call out to him. Reaching again to touch the ice tomb, his fingers trailed over the smooth surface, it was like glass. Then an idea, strange though it might be, popped into his head. Maybe it would be easy to break if he found the right materials.

"You wait here," he murmured speaking to the frozen beauty as he moved away scouring the insides of the cave for some sort of thing to use on the ice. He found a pile of broken stalactites and a few rocks that were large enough that they looked like they would be able to break the ice, lying around the cavern. He picked up one of the rocks. It was almost a big as his palm. Shining his light in the direction of the ice tomb again, John hefted the rock up and threw it.

It arced across the dark cavern, John frozen with bated breath as he waited for the sound of shattering ice. Yet nothing more happened when the rock just seemed to bounce off the ice not even leaving a crack. John sent another few more sizeable rocks arcing across the cavern in the exact same manner and just like the rest of the rocks, they bounced off the ice tomb not leaving a scratch.

Shaking his head in defeat he crossed back over to the frozen tomb. What had he been expecting if the ice tomb had shattered and broken? The man inside to come alive and thank him? That was impossible. The man was probably dead and it would be best if he stayed like this, down here, hidden and preserved. Frozen forever.

"You must get lonely down here…all alone…" John whispered, his fingers trailing over where the man's face was, trapped behind the ice. There seemed to be no way to get him out. The areas where the rocks had been thrown had left nothing more than mere scuffmarks. John wished that he had a way to bring the whole tomb of ice back, just to keep him company it did get lonely out there, alone in the mansion that he lived in. But it wasn't realistically possible and he knew that. If vampires were to come in a coven to attack his house, they might break the statue. After all they were the strongest and fastest creatures alive now.

Just then his cellphone rang, breaking the silence around him and snapping John out of his trance. John fumbled around in his pockets searching for the phone and finally managing to grab it, the incessant ringing ceasing only when he answered the phone call. Pressing the phone into his ear now he listened to the voice on the other line as it spoke.

"John, did you get him? Did you get the vampire?" it asked.

It was Greg Lestrade, his informer of sorts. He was the one who gave him information on which vampires to hunt, where they were and stuff like that. You could say Lestrade was the leader of the hunters in a way since he gave rewards for each time a vampire was staked by a hunter and the gruesome photo was shot and sent to him.

"No. He slipped by me," John lied, still staring up into the face of the frozen beauty, distracted.

"Where exactly are you now?" Lestrade asked.

"In a cave system. I must've gone down the wrong route. I lost him," John replied his breath coming out in little puffs now.

"What? How could you lose him?" he asked with a hint of shock in his voice, "John, you'd best visit the area again tomorrow. Most likely the vampire's stuck somewhere inside the cave system thinking it's safe," Lestrade instructed.

"Yes, alright," he murmured, a sigh escaping his lips. It was right of Lestrade to be shocked, after all it wasn't everyday that his top hunter got distracted by a beautiful being trapped in an ice tomb and let a vampire get away. "I'll tell you if I do get anything tomorrow then," John said then ended the call. He smiled up at the man frozen in ice, happy for some reason, "Well looks like I'll get to see you again tomorrow after my job."

With a last long lingering look back at the statue, John turned the flashlight back in the direction that he had come and headed out of the cave system. He trekked back out of the forest, this time leaving markings on the trees to lead him back to the exact same area so that he could find his way easily tomorrow when the sun came up.

There, deep in the darkness of the cave, a small crack formed on the surface of the ice, a single droplet of water trickling off the smooth surface. The time had come and the man in the ice was awakening.