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Aug 14, 2009
The sound of fallen leaves being crunched under sneakers was the only noise that echoed in the graveyard at this time of night. It was one in the morning and all sane people were either in bed getting ready for work the next day or out partying in a bar. Yet skulking around a graveyard with a stake in their hand probably wasn't on their list of things to do. Then again, Adrian Sabrii had never been one who most people would have pegged in the sane category. She had always had her quirks about her but even those had changed dramatically in the past year since she had been awakened. Hey, if you tell a girl one day that she happens to be a slayer who has to go out in the world with other slayers and hunt down big bad monsters it tends to throw her for a loop.

The moonlight reflected eerily of her pale blond hair as gray eyes scanned the surrounding tombstones. She didn't look threatening at only 5'5" tall but then again looks were very deceiving. The girl pulled her jacket closer to her body as the night air seeped in and sent a small shiver through her. She had just gotten back from a hunt in Chicago when she had gotten a call about a few other slayers having disappeared from this area. Apparently there had been some strange murders going on and corpses found drained of their blood so two of the slayers had been dispatched to check it out and stop whatever was doing it. The only problem was that they hadn't been heard from in over two weeks. The watcher had suggested bringing another slayer along with her but the girl had said she could handle it herself. If you got too many people involved things could get really annoying really fast and she preferred working by herself anyway.

"Come out, come out wherever you are." Adrian muttered in the darkness as she tightened her hold on the stake. A silver cross could be seen dangling from her neck as her eyes looked this way and that for any sign of life. She had gotten into town a couple of days ago and had been asking around if people had seen the two other girls. Apparently some of the cops had seen them hanging around the graveyard so she figured this was the best place to start. The night air was eerily quiet and she couldn't even hear a cricket chirp in the trimmed grass. It was almost like the animals were avoiding this place for fear of the thing that was haunting it. A heavy fog was setting in and she was having a hard time seeing past a couple of feet in front of her. Dammit, she should have picked a night where it would be clearer but she had wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Chances were that it was some newly risen vamp who had gone into a deep blood lust and had attacked the slayers. Hell, they had probably chased it out somewhere and forgotten to call in about it. This was all probably a waste of her time anyway.
 
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He had gotten lucky the last time, Micheal knew this and wouldn't try to argue if anyone had pointed it out to him. He was nearly three hundred years old, having been turned at the age of twenty three in Italy, but in all that time he had managed to avoid running into a Slayer, fighting one had always been suicide or at least that is what he had been told. Now there were more Slayers, no one knew how many of them were out and about right now but Vampires everywhere were in danger, and Micheal intended to survive by keeping a low profile. He had been right about to leave his long time home when two slayers had arrived hunting for him.

The plan had been to leave but one of them had found him and in the fight Micheal had killed and drained her, suddenly he had found himself stronger then before, his senses raised to greater heights and his body filled with a high unlike any other... the blood of a Slayer was like a steroid and an aphrodisiac put together. The other had been even easier to kill and drain, making him stronger. When that night was over however he regretted it, wishing he hadn't killed them so quickly so he could have had a longer lasting source of that delicious blood.

Another had been sent though, he had smelled her before she even entered the town and had been tracking her ever since, to him this was a game. Taking her wouldn't be easy, even if he was stronger and faster then a Slayer she still shouldn't be underestimated. For the past few days he had tracked her at night, watching her closely and observing, waiting for the right moment to strike. Finally his impatience got the better of him though and he moved out of the fog, revealing himself for the first time. “Looking for me?” He asked with a mocking grin, ready for the fun and games to start.
 
She froze in place when she heard a voice coming from from the side as a figure came into sight. "So you're the reason I've been stuck in this podunk town for the past week." Adrian said with a smirk as she turned to face him. Her eyes scanned her surroundings for the presence of any more vampires but so far it looked like he was just here by himself. Well that was a stupid move if she had ever seen one. Usually if they were going up against a slayer they would hunt in packs to depend on the safety of numbers. Few were actually confident enough to think they could take the girls on one by one.

"See, because of you I've had to waste my time around here and that's put me in a really bad mood." She flipped the stake in her hand so that the tip was pointing downward as she edged closer to him. The smirk was still present as she circled the vampire like a vulture would a dead carcass. In her mind she could already see the following events play out like a bad movie. He would attack, she would counter, he'd end up with a stake through the heart and then she would grab some breakfast and high tail it out of here. Sure she might be a little cocky but it wasn't like that arrogance wasn't well earned. Ever since being awoken as a slayer she had basically thrown herself into the lifestyle and spent every waking moment hunting and training. There was just an intoxicating rush that came with putting your life on the line as you fought against the creatures that went bump in the night. Sure she'd made mistakes before but she had learned from them and wasn't planning on making any now.

Crouching down she shifted her center of gravity closer to the ground so she could get more momentum for her strike. The stake was pointed towards him ready to go through the undead flesh and into his no longer beating heart so he'd turn into nothing more then a pile of dust. "I'd really love to stay and chat but it looks like your time is up." And with that she pushed off the ground and went running after him in full force ready to drive the wooden stake into him.
 
She was confident, over confident and this made Micheal smile. It seemed that these new Slayers weren't being trained all that well, the last two had relied on instinct more then training and she honestly didn't seem to know just how much danger that vampires posed. That overconfidence would be her down fall very soon, he didn't just intend to kill her, just the thought of the slayer blood was getting him excited as all hell... his place wasn't far from here and keeping her chained to a wall would be... wonderfully perverse but fun.

As she circled him he turned and resisted the urge to just laugh at her, she was trying to hard when really she should have already tried to strike, the longer it took for her to try to attack him the more he would be ready for her. In fact just to make sure there was no way that she caught him off guard Micheal let his fang face out, feeling the rush that always came as he let the inner demon show its face.

Then she came out him but he was ready, her shifting center of gravity being a dead give away just moments before she came straight at him... but a moment was all he needed to step aside and lash out with a foot toward the hand that held the stake, seeking to disarm her right away before she ended up getting lucky and sliding it into his chest. “I hope you don't plan on leaving to soon, I was hoping that you would stick around for a while.”
 
Surprise registered on her face as she felt his foot come in contact with her hand before a sharp pain spiked through her arm into the rest of her body. The stake she had been holding just moments prior was now laying on the ground a good ten feet away and no way of her getting to it without going through him first. She had taken too long to attack and given the vampire too much time to counter. She was fast but they were faster and the less time you gave them to react the better your chances of living would be. Unfortunately now her weapon was too far away for her to use and she also had to deal with the pain in her hand. Adrian flexed her fingers and made a fist just to make sure that nothing was broken from the kick. That bastard was going to pay for this.

"I'd tell you to drop dead but that would just be redundant at this point." She glared at him now that he had shown his real face. There was always something so unnerving when a vampire decided to drop the facade and show their fang face. It was like a tiger who decided they were done playing around and were ready to tear their enemy to shreds. It seemed like when they finally showed their fang face all traces of humanity seemed to slip away and you were left standing there looking at the demon in front of you. Still, it meant that he was serious and that if she wanted any hope of getting out of here alive she was going to have to think on her feet.

With her weapon too far away to be much help now she would just have to rely on bare hands until she could get close enough to use it. Mentally Adrian kicked herself for not bringing a back up when she had the chance. She had been too confident that this would be an easy kill and hadn't even brought her crossbow or even some holy water. She clenched her hand into a fist again before rushing at him with full force hoping to catch him off guard. Her right fist was extended and with any luck she'd hit him with enough force to stun long enough to get to the stake.
 
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