SUMMARY - Hinin is sent to kill a vampire, but what if he ends up falling in love with her instead?
Anei - shadow (pronounced Ah-nay)
Hinin - outcast (pronounced Heenin)
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"Hinin, I have a mission for you. Maybe you can do it right this time, eh?"
"Shut up. Just give me the damn note and I'm out of here," he muttered darkly.
"Alright, alright. Keep your pants on..." The man rummaged through his desk in search of the note. "Where the Hell is it...?"
"What am I going after, anyway?"
"Hmm? Oh, a vampire, I think. That's what Caine says. 'Just give them this,' and he hands me the note. Ah ha! Found it!" the elderly man cried triumphantly, pulling out a crumpled slip of paper. He handed it to Hinin. "Don't lose it, that's the only copy. Now get going."
"Whatever."
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Brushing hair out of his face, Hinin cursed as he fell over another rock. He hated having to go all the way in the middle of no where for something. Werewolves then and vampires now... I hate life. I have no life. He turned the volume of his iPod up, listening to music as he stumbled through debris.
After many scrapes and curses later, Hinin finally reached the crumbling castle, and turned the volume down once more. "This place sure is old..." Jumping over a tree root, he made his way inside, unaware of the red eyes watching him from above.
Inside was a lush, but dusty, red carpet, leading further into the cold building. Brushing back his black bangs once again, he looked to the walls. Portraits hung everywhere, each person seeming to look the same in some way. One of them even looked a bit like him. Black hair about to the bottom of his ears and large green eyes.
"Who are you? Are you a hunter?" He jumped, turning around and flinging out a cross and placing his right hand on the hilt of his sword. The one who'd spoken, a girl, smirked at the surprised expression on his face. An evil smirk. "I guess so."
The girl must have been about the same height as he was, so about 5' 10". She was dressed in loose, black clothing, and was wearing black, slipper-like shoes. Waist length, blood red hair with matching eyes. Hinin wondered if she was the vampire, or just had freaky contacts. He didn't sense an aura from her, but...
"Yes, I'm a hunter. And who are you?"
"Me? Oh, just a girl. I live here." She had a sarcastic tone of voice, and sounded British.
"Live here? This place doesn't even seem habitable."
"I get along just fine. Alot of people come to visit, too." She gave him another evil smirk. "So, whatcha looking for? Undead, kirls, werewolves, what?"
"Vampire." She looked thoughtful now, tapping her chin mockingly.
"I think you have the wrong place, Mr...?"
"I shall not say my name until you do." She laughed. "What?"
"Smart man, you must be a smart hunter. That's a first. Most of them are imbeciles."
"I know of name spells."
"That you do, so you're smart." She looked to be in thought again, but then held out her hand to shake. "Anei."
He took it. "Hinin." He narrowed his eyes, "Why would I have the wrong place?"
"There's nothing here. Except me, that is. I can show you if you feel so inclined...?"
"I do, if you have time."
"Nothing but." She smiled, but it still made him flinch slightly, "Come then, I'll show you around."
TBC eek
