Warnings: Potty language.

We're about to overtake Argentalium Bones on the chapter count :) whooooo!

Chapter Twelve – Night Drive

Whilst a killer stalked the streets of Lancashire so did Jonno.

He was dressed in full slayer kit including a stab proof vest and was adjusting the collar on his turtleneck as he explored the back alleys and shadowed streets of the city. The treaty between vampires and slayers did actually prevent him slaying vampires but Jonno, spooked by Vlad's no composure had lost all trust for the Chosen One. If he found a biter then he decided he'd be well within his rights to do what his job dictated and slay.

As he was thinking and preparing a contingency plan in his head in case Vlad went postal Jonno wasn't really looking where he was going and walked straight into any elderly woman. He quickly moved back, steadying her with a polite, curt "sorry ma'am."

She smiled wrinkled cheeks curving in response to the banana shaped crescent. "Army, are you?"

Jonno nodded, slightly uncomfortably; the guild technically was a branch of the army but it was a stretch. "Uh, yes."

"My son was in the army, just like you, always so polite," Jonno gave a strained smile back but he doubted the woman could tell that it was faked in the poor light that lit their alley minutely from the street. "It's nice to know someone cares about protecting our streets." Then she hurried by and Jonno had to wonder if she'd spoken at all.

He shook his head and mainly forgot about the encounter as he headed off to patrol the twilight streets where vampires tended to prey on innocent streetwalkers.

It was rather helpful how street vampires didn't ever seem to have any kind finesse in their killings. They apparently didn't have the brains to pick a victim from a club or bar kind of establishment and preferred to wait until an unsuspecting meal walked right past them. It was dumb really.

He eventually found a vampire who looked rather ugly in direct light was clenching his fists around a woman's wrist with a crooked smirk. "You're pretty. I think I'll turn you!" Definitely dumb.

"Unfortunately you are very obviously not and while that does not warrant staking, attacking an innocent woman definitely does." Jonno silently cursed Robin in his head as he launched himself at the vampire, ducking the fist that flew just where his head had been seconds before. The vampire geek had stuck an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on and somehow, against Jonno's better judgement, had convinced the slayer to watch it. This was the cause of Jonno's aggravating comment on attack as he'd been infected by the need to sass his opponent before killing him.

The fight was easy as vampires went and Jonno rammed his stake that Robin had cleverly dubbed Mr Pointy, possibly another Buffy thing, into the ugly vampire's chest and was showered with dust.

He then looked to the woman who was rising from where she'd been unceremoniously dropped on the floor. Jonno kind of wished that every girl in the alley turned out to be a vampire slayer. She gave him a scared look before murmuring.

"Thanks," She frowned at the floor, brushing bronze curls away from her eyes. "I d-don't know why he attacked me or how he turned?" She gestured at the dust.

It slipped out before Jonno could stop it. "Your shoes."

The woman's expression turned stormy as she lifted her head to sharply stare at Jonno. "My shoes?" She looked at the six inch heels adorning her feet. "They're Jimmy Choos!"

Jonno shrugged. "How do you expect to run away wearing those?!"

She scowled the volume of her voice increasing as she spoke. "I don't usually have to run away from people in the middle of the night!"

"So you wander around alleys in the middle of the night often then?!"

"No!"

"Then why are you wearing those?!" Jonno waved his arms in an exaggerated gesture. "At this time?!"

"I was with my boyfriend!" She protested angrily, sweeping dark hair behind her ears.

"Well is he here now?" Jonno snapped. "Did he help you when that creep showed up?"

She shook her head and her eyebrows approached the bridge of her nose. Jonno briefly wondered how he'd gone from saving someone to yelling at them for irresponsible dress choices.

The woman huffed and, as she'd done many times this evening, she adjusted her hair. "Usually when people save someone they don't insult their shoes!" She muttered angrily before turning and retreating into the street.

Jonno shrugged and continued his search for vampires, slipping into a side alley in between two buildings – one was a club judging from the heavy bass that pounded through the wall.

Then the vampire slayer froze as he saw gold fanned out across the pavement like the rays of the sun spilling across the sky.

Apparently some vampires had taste in murder as this victim was obviously from the club Jonno was stood next to. Sadness blossomed in the Van Helsing's chest as he realised he had to leave the scene immediately. He could do nothing for the poor girl whose neck was adorned with a pair of red scars and had died of exsanguination. Her pale eyes were wide open, staring up at the sky.

Jonno paused to close her eyes before fleeing the scene.

Lady luck was not shining on Jonno today however; he was two streets away from the poor blonde's body when he came across another.

This one was lying in an alley just off the high street. It was just the same as the first body, right down to the woman's appearance.

The bastard obviously had a thing for blonds.

The woman's eyes were closed this time and Jonno was forced to retreat just as he had the last time. His stomach clenched as he thought of the brunette he'd passed that night, what if she became the next body in the alley? She certainly had no chance of running from the beast who ravaged the first two woman.

Okay, before you close this window, I need some luck wishing.

Next week my future is decided. I have exams that are going decide how well I will do in life, luck wishing is desired :3

I won't post anymore chapters until my exam week is over sadly so wish me luck!

See you in a week :)