/Vampire/Salvatore Viper/

The eyes that stare back at you barely mirror your own, you think. Just as you planned. Your disguise is nearly flawless, you convince yourself. Makeup caked face, a jacket that you just bought, new clothes you never wore before, and even a false wig. It kind of weirded you out, but you looked real enough, and the strobe lights and dark of the night would only serve to shield you further, you knew.

Tonight was another attempt on Salvatore's life. No, not life. Vampire's didn't have lives, you reminded yourself. They are heartless, emotionless demons wired to kill and thats all the purpose they serve. You straighten your back, lifting your hands from the vanity and studying yourself one final time before turning your back.

The city streets were unforgiving out here. Criminals, crazy people, vampires, all protected by twilight. But you refused to fear humanity, after setting your sights on monsters. Your mind wanders, desperately trying to keep yourself from turning back as your feet carry you forward.

You were born to be a vampire hunter, god damn it! You were raised to kill them. The only true way to kill a vampire was to remove its head or scorch one. Stakes to the heart only put them to sleep for a long ass time, but you still felt the wooden stake in your coat pocket through the fabric, reminding yourself it was another weapon in your limited arsenal. After all, it was easy to kill a sleeping beast than an awake one.

Salvatore has been on the run for hundreds of years, only a lifetime after being turned. You knew everything there was to know about the guy, as it had been force fed to you for as long as you could remember. He was an expert at escaping death, a silent killer, making him dangerous and difficult to control. His victims bodies were never discovered, marked missing at most. He lived carefully, making no lasting connections, and changing his name here and there. But you knew the truth. Only you and him knew his real name. Your father, your grandfather, your great grandfather, all failing to slaughter him, losing their lives in their daring and noble attempts. Well, somewhat. None actually died to Salvatore, but rather other vampires. Still, though. It was dangerous work.

Vampires could be hard to detect, but touching their skin that tended to be cold to the touch or paying attention to how often they shift or breathe could hint at their secret. You knew how to spot one without fail, and you held a kind of pride in that. Too bad you couldn't flaunt it to your friends though. They had superhuman strength, endurance, agility. They could not die from loss of blood, but would instead lose their sanity and grasp on any humanity left in them, which was how many historical massacres happened in the past to tell the truth. Not even weather bothered them. The perfect predators.

You raised your eyes, staring down the night club. It wasn't where you'd like to be on a fine Friday night, really, but you knew you might find Salv here, as he preferred to party on his "death anniversary".

362 years of undead. And he didn't look a day over 23.

You whisked past the glass club doors, not muttering a word to anyone, keeping your head down. You had even gone as far as to try and mask your scent with different body sprays and body wash beforehand. Didn't want him to pick your smell out in the crowd after all, that would ruin everything. Your gaze sweeps the club, adorned with purple lights. Music blasted, and it was a kind of rave, almost, people jumping up and down. Only those with the intentions of ending the night with a bang came here.

Your body practically froze, your heart leaping as your feet glued to the floor. Was that... yes, it was. And he was hyping up a crowd up there, the center of attention, basking in it all. You couldn't help but feel your stomach drop. This was unusual, and spiked your suspicions. What was he doing, exposing himself? He must know you were coming, or something. But if so, why wouldn't he at least be somewhat secretive? He looks kind of silly up there, with bright pink sunglasses that had lines over where the lenses should have been, his chest bared except for a kind of jacket with cut out sleeves draped over him. His long, straight dark hair was freed, and wild as he bounded up and down on a slightly elevated stage, jumping with the crowd, a microphone held by his face as he cried out the lyrics. It was no secret every woman had eyes for him, and it made you want to gag.

This did make your job a lot harder, though, you had to admit. How could you get close to him now? He would surely be flocked by woman after it all, and he wouldn't be alone for a second. You felt like giving up, turning your back to head out, when the song came to a halt.

"So, who wants up here? Ladies?" He purred into the microphone. You couldn't stifle an eye roll as excited screams rang out, stalking towards the exits. You figured everyone just assumed he was a celebrity or something, even though he was anything but. "You, in the leather jacket with the nice hair, trying to leave. Come on, have a little fun?" You paused, slowly turning back. All eyes were on you. Shit. He flashed a grin, but it was impossible to read his eyes with those dumb looking glasses from all the way over there.

Just like that, before you knew it, you were up on that blasted sorry excuse for a stage, kind of lost and unsure. This was not your thing. The music blared, the strobe lights slowly drawing you out of your nervous shell. You jumped with him up there, singing the lyrics with him to some popular song that you really didn't like that much, but knew because who didn't? As the time passed, you grew more and more confident. He seemed oblivious to your identity. It seemed your disguise was working pretty well, actually, to your shock and surprise. On top of that, he seemed into you. As the songs ended, you grew exhausted, but he didn't blink an eye. Finally, he put his arm around your side, yelling out to the crowd, announcing his departure. Cheers endured, and it made you a little flustered from the unwanted and unexpected attention.

As you wandered away from the mass with him, he kept his arm around you. It made you a little you a bit uncomfortable, knowing what he was capable of. But he seemed to play into your trap quite well... "So, you want to come to my place, doll?" He chuckled, pulling those god awful glasses off, flashing a wolfish smile.

Obviously, you accepted. A chance to be alone with the guy you planned to murder on a silver platter? Why wouldn't you?

You slung your leg over his motorcycle, settling behind him. Rather reluctantly, you wrapped you arms around him to make sure you wouldn't fly off the back. You knew he was likely reeling at the feeling of live flesh against him, warming his cold, dead bones. As he weaved through the city streets, you couldn't help but feel a kind of... connection. He showed genuine interest in you, and you were deceiving him. You were in this for the greater good, you reminded yourself, even though it felt wrong. You weren't a manipulator... but it was too late to turn back now, right?

He pulled up to a tall, skinny building that was similar to those that stood beside it. He climbed off, offering you his hand to help you off. Your eyes lingered on his smooth, pale skin, taking his offer. You could practically feel the electricity in him from your hot blooded touch. And it kind of made your stomach squirm against your will.

He lead you inside, taking his boots off, shrugging off his jacket. You closed the front door, watching him like a predator stalks its pray. This time, he was the hunted. Heart slamming against your ribs, your hand closing around your blade in your pocket tightly, adrenaline racing through your veins. His back was turned, putting his jacket up, the most perfect opportunity you would be offered.

Time seemed to move in slow motion, as you slide the knife from your pocket, tensing to strike. You raise the blade over your head, aiming for the back of his neck, your arm trembling. You willed your hand to lower, feeling out of your own body. You brought it down but an inch, before freezing. Fuck, what's the matter with you?! Do it now! Do it!

You hadn't even had time to blink, a crushing grip clasping around your wrist right before the tip grazed his skin. You didn't even know what was going on, before your breath was practically knocked out of your lungs as your back hit the wall. You raised your chin, pausing, your own knife at your throat.

Those eyes glared back at you, a cruel kind of smile on his face. He shook his head, tsking you. "Oh... and here I was, hoping you had a change of heart. What a shame." He grinned, his fangs lengthening before your eyes. They startled you more than anything. They were precise, like a surgical tool almost. His face was close to yours, and he cocked his head to the side ever so slightly, studying your paled face with a curious gaze. "Hmm. You smell a little different this time. I don't like it." He snorted, as if that meant anything to you. "I'd bite you, but something tells me you won't go down easily." His smile thinned, his eyes twinkling with cruel amusement. He wasn't too worried, knowing he could easily physically over power you, which did not put you on ease.

In an absolute last ditch effort, on the edge of panic, your hands shot up, weaving your fingers in his hair, yanking his head towards yours. You pressed his lips against yours, your body shaking with fight or flight. He stiffened, his eyes widening, caught utterly off guard. The knife loosened in his hand, clattering to the floor. You pulled back, meeting his eyes with your own wild eyed stare, seeing his slack jawed, confused expression. You'd never seen him quite as effected by something, at a loss of what to do, out of witty asshole comebacks.

Taking advantage of it, you booked it. He snapped out of it, racing to catch you, but he noticed bystanders outside. He cursed, knowing he couldn't do much without being exposed. You took off down the road, making sure to stay in busier areas. He couldn't chase you safely tonight, and as one to take as much precautions as he, you were somewhat sure he would leave you alone at least for the night.

And so, the realization hits you like a brick to the face. You kissed a vampire. Not just any vampire, but the one you vowed to slay.