Chapter 1

It was nighttime the moon high in the sky. A full moon. Kristin loved a full moon. Especially tonight. Because tonight. Her Hunter was on her trail again. Her Hunter, with the golden hair, who has made it his mission to be the one to track her and try to hunt her down. Her Vampire Slayer. She wished she knew what color his eyes were, but her clever Hunter kept himself blindfolded, so not to fall for her thrall. Relying on his inferior hearing, and his other duller senses to engage in battle with her.

She smiled fondly at the memories of their deadly dances.

He was so swift for a human. His movement fluid and graceful. Other Hunter paled in comparison. He could track her no matter where she went. Not knowing that who she truly was. Or maybe he did.

There weren't many of her kind left. The ones that were there from the very beginning. The original Vampires. In truth she wouldn't be surprised if she was the only one left. The last ancient of Vampire of the Undead. In truth she usually never engaged with Hunters for long. She was always quick to dispose of the annoying creatures as soon as they tried to drive a stake through her heart, without so much as a blink. Content to wonder and watch from the shadows as the humans grow and learn.

She watched the younger Vampires too. Watched as their own society and coven interacted with each other and humans. Watched as those too bold and unappreciated of their food source got their karma. Some by the hands of her Hunter even. He always seemed to know she was there too. Though she never interfered or tried to help the Vampires that would meet his blade. And they knew to never beg her. Most refused to meet her eyes as well. It was considered rude to look upon an Ancient. Or show weakness in front of one. Most Vampires including the Elders had taken to calling her their Queen; Ancient were royalty, the first, their makers. Something that seemed so boring after all her years of walking the earth.

She would always wait for him to kill his intended prey before she let him engage with her, and as always danced their deadly dance. His blade always so close to a strike, but missing by a hairs-breath. His blindfold and unseeing eyes useless as she playfully tap his shoulder, causing her Hunter to spin instantly his silver blade singing in the air, voicing its sharpness.

A playful hiss there.

A witty taunt here.

She would try and get him to lower the blindfold. To look her in the eye. "Wouldn't you like to see the face of the Monster you've been fighting?" She would asked.

He would barely speak a word to her. Always focused on his task.

Even when she threw his fragile body across the room, he would land with barely a grunt and roll back onto his feet. And maybe she let him reorient himself, if he landed facing the wrong way. Maybe she would make the slightest of noise so he could face her properly. And maybe she marveled at times at how relentless, stubborn, and strong he was.

He must think himself very skilled, or very lucky to survive their encounters. She wondered if he knew, she could end him whenever she wanted. Their deadly dances always ending when she noticed his fragile muscles in his arms and legs began to shake from exhaustion. When his breath would stutter and gasp with pain when she broke a rib. Or when she would hear his heart beat frantically when he would be trying so hard to keep up with her. When he knew that Beings like her, never tired. She would always hit or disappear when she noticed the signs. To let him rest until another night, they meet again. Always just the two of them.

Except for tonight.

Tonight was a special night.

She would not willingly walk in to his trap this time. She would lead him into hers.

It was the night of their first meeting. The night of when she woke as a Being of the Night. She had been on this earth for close to two billion years now. And possibly the last of the Ancients. Her birthday was long forgotten even by her, but she had met her Hunter on a Night of celebration the Vampire community held just for her. A night the Elder Council claimed to be her birth. How they would know was always laughable to her, since she was alive even before them. Knew everything, even magic that their kind had long forgotten.

They liked to give her presents. Sacrifices and a lavish feast, with the rarest blood type that could be found. Every coven would come. They would bow in her presence, present their newest fledglings, for her to bless. Along with a ball, with music that lasted throughout the night.

Tonight though. She had requested something different.

No party.

No sacrifices.

She didn't want to drink the rarest of blood.

She had requested her Hunter, and for the Ball Room to be prepped for a turning.

It had shook the entire Elder Council, for Kristin was always known for being the Last Ancient, and the only one ever known to never request a human be brought to her. And be her first turning recorded in history. She never found any worthy of her until now.

And since tonight was her night. All she had to do was wait in the big castle that the Elders insisted was hers, and wait for the army of Vampires to bring her Hunter to her. Kristin couldn't stop the smile on her face at the though of how many her Hunter might slaughter as he fought as if for his life, while he tried to hunt her down too. How many would she find piled up and waiting for the sun to rise and burn their bodies to a crisp.

It would be a brilliant display of him. Proving himself to the other covens and the Elder Council that he was hers. He was destined for her. Her equal, once he started his undead life by her side.

She sighed, wistfully, as she lifted a wine glass full of blood up and took a sip. "Madam a refill?" A lesser vampire asked, gesturing to the many human thralls that were standing along the walls. Brought in to make sure she had as much blood as possible for tonight. She would need them once the Hunter get there.

"No. Any news on my Hunter?" She asked. She couldn't help but ask. Though she had to keep herself poised and calm.

The Vampire servant shook their head. "I can go check!" They offered.

"No need." She shook her head. Her hearing far more superior than the other vampire could now hear the movement of the others returning. Her Hunter was finally here!

She shooed the less vampire away, and hiking her skirt up slightly she rush to the throne that was hers to sit in. It wouldn't do for her to seem desperate in front of the Covens. Not when they held her in a more regal light. She briefly running her hand onto the second throne, that was made for a King. Soon she wouldn't be alone anymore. For he wouldn't be her fledlging. He would be her mate. He just didn't know it yet.

TBC