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That bites [Zenia and Krad_Nogard]

"He who?" He asked looking over at her. "Boyfriend, enemy?" He questioned as he slowly edged closer.
 
Jennifer smirked, "enemy, I don't have a boyfriend. Let's just this man is one of the few humans who is bot a complete moron nor is he a weakling." she replied calmly.
 
"Ooh, I'm intrested. What's his name?" He leaned in a bit more. He had made a bit of sport out of hunting humans, and the idea of a challange was something he couldn't pass up.
 
Jennifer closed her eyes and sighed, "his name is Alistair Van Zellir. He is German but lives in London. I do not know how he got to be so good in slaying, perhaps it was passed down from his family or something, maybe it is in his blood, or it is just simply because he has immense talent. What I do know is this, he slew many vampires before me, and I saw him cut through many of what I considered to be my friends, like they were just a pathetic rotting fence that hadn't been taken care of in centuries. I was the only one who survived that-that behemoths' onslaught, it was like watching your whole life crumble like sand beneath your feet, it might as well had been that. I warn you not to fight him, how he became that strong and skilled, as said earlier I do not know, but he is a grave threat to anyone of our kind." she told him somberly, her eyes looked like she was reliving the experience, before she let out a small shudder not from cold, but from fear and regained her senses and was back in the present.
 
"Sounds like quite the target." He said thinking about it. "Speaking of centuries, how old were these friends of yours?" He asked. He'd seen enough young vampires killed by 'slayers'. Mostly just the spawn that roamed around so freely.
 
Jennifer smiled at that, "They were young, barely a century I believe, I myself forgot my own age, what does age matter to one who never gets older? Birthdays are meaningless so why remember it." she explained to him. "As to the 'target' remark well yes he is, but highly skilled so don't be a fool and bite off more than you can chew." she warned him.
 
"He doesn't sound too bad." He said leaning his head back against the bench, looking at the sky. "So what's your story?"
 
Jennifer sighed and looked down, “my story? Well I am not a usual type of our kind, for one I miss being mortal and the sun, for another I miss feeling the briskness of the seasons also I don’t much care for ‘feeding’ I only feed when I need too and no more then I need to survive. I was turned into a vampire some time ago, when I was eighteen by another vampire with black hair, of course it took me a while to adjust and get used to everything. I have moved around many times to keep from being noticed, but usually I stay in America nowadays, don’t ask me why I guess it is because it appeals to me.” She replied to him calmly, “what about you? What is your story?” she asked him in return.

[[sorry it took me so long to reply I was going through a stressful time]]
 
"I'm not totally sure on that one." He said, turning to sit forward on the bench. "My earliest memory is feeding. Sometime in the 1700s I think. I'm guessing there's a reason why I can't remember, but I haven't figured it out yet."
 
Jennifer smiled, “well you are older then me then, I believe I was turned during the 1800’s, I am not positive though.” She replied to him frowning as she tried to remember when exactly it was, but she had no success. “Drat I can’t exactly remember, Ah well that is life.” She replied with forced cheerfulness.
 
"Unlife you mean." He said, laughing a little. "So, any intrest in hunting down this enemy of yours?" He asked as he stood up and streached.
 
Jennifer laughed at his joke and got up, "yes I am interested in hunting him, but do not say I didn't warn you..." she replied to him calmly.
 
"Good." He looked around the park, then back to her. "Try and keep up." He said before shifting to his smokey form and taking off toward the sunset.
 
Jennifer sighed and as soon as she let her sigh out she became like the mist that came from the mouths on cold night, she followed after him with little diffuculty, she was fast in this form and even if she wasn’t as fast in her human like form she was still fast by human standards especially considering she wore a long dress and high heels in that form.
 
They crossed the city quickly, making it to the shoreline in just a few minuets. The two clouds flew down into a cabin on the norther shore, reforming inside. "This is one of my various homes." he said, pulling the shades shut. He turned to a large chest of drawers and pulled them open, revealing the various weapons within. "Take your pick. Careful though, they're tipped with silver."
 
Jennifer looked at the weapons carefully and then chose a thin sword elgantly crafted it seemed to be perfectly balanced in her hands, she smiled as she did a few practice moves with it and grinned, she was trained in the art of sword play. "I haven't held a sword in years, glad I still am good with it." she said with it at her side.
 
He lifted out a long dagger, the handle was shaped like a snake, curling around the blade. He sheathed it and put it into his coat. He gave her a handgun and slid one into his coat as well, then walked back to the window. "It's about morning there by now. We'll have to wait till nightfall."
 
Jennifer nodded and placed the gun in a holster above her knee. "I wonder how much has changed since I last been there..." she muttered and looked out the window with him, "may I ask you an odd question?" she asked him as she found a sheath for her sword.
 
"Go ahead." He said, taking a step away from the window. He motioned for her to follow and led them down stairs into a nicely finished basement.
 
Jennifer followed closely picking up her dress and holding it so she would not trip down the stairs, "do you ever miss the sun light?" she asked him, it was a very odd question for a creature of the night to ask another one, some might consider it to be a rude question.
 
"No." He replied plainly. He opened a door and stepped into a small room. It had recesses in the wall, big enough for a coffin to fit. "You can rest here if you want."
 
Jennifer nodded at his answer, "I see." she didn't give him her answer, when he showed her the recess where she could rest she smiled at him. "thnk you very much." she told him giving him a slight curtsy.
 
He left the small room and went back to the basement. "I've also got a fridge of blood, if you want any."
 
Jennifer nodded "I will probably take some later one, do you have any ab?" she asked him with a smile, that was her favorite blood type though she hardly would admit it. She reached around her neck and pulled out a thin gold chain with what looked like a ruby dangling on it, it was not a ruby at all but crystalized blood a very rare item, she looked at it sadly and then let it fall back back in place just above her chest.
 
"There should be." he said, turning on the TV. He sat down and admired his handy work as the news reporter stood in the alleyway where he had feasted before. In the background there were medics zipping up a bodybag.
 
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