Reverend walked along the cobble stone streets. The electric bulbs which need refining flicker and the lighting bugs and moths fly only to land and eventually be fried. The metal silver soles at the bottom of her boots clicked harshly against the stone. She walked with her heavy dark brown leather trench coat brushing at her heels. It blew slightly at the small gentle breeze. The broad brown hat tilted slightly forward covering her bright hazel eyes. Wise and antique. But Reverend's skin held no wrinkle.

Reverend smirked licking her dark red lips and walked forward in no hurry hearing...

"Please! Please! Leave him alone!", cried the female.

Her brown locks fell down and she sobbed on her hands and knees as her husband was choking and flailing as the vampire count savor end him. He was average though. The woman though was beautiful and her taste would be ever so sweet. Like sugar from a sugar cube, that's how it would taste. And the more distressed she was the more alluring.

The count dropped her husband smiling his pale face stained with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He was a messy one. Dressed in high formal fashion his black nail pushed up the geared face of the woman who shivered as he brushed her brown strand behind her ear. He wanted to see her face. Bright green eyes with tears in them.

"Shh....shh....you are beautiful.....but you aren't his....you are-",

Reverend clapped applauding him with a slow unforgiving rhythm. She chuckled shaking her head, "Well done, well done.....you made the Mad'am cry, what a gentlemen, what a gentlemen", she said mocking him. It taunted him. Vampires were prideful , aggressive, rash, and reckless.

She knows from personal experience.

The count looked up glaring towards me angrily his eyes staring at her beating red. He snarled crinkling his nose. "I should have known a hunter would be out!", he hissed.

She laughed, "Oh please! It's not a surprise! I've been alive much longer than you", she said looking at her long polished sharp nails rather bored.

An interesting fool was here. No perhaps not interesting, but he was rather pompous. The count looked Reverend up and down and he smiled snagging the cheeks of the far woman with one hand hoisting her up off the ground. She tried to scream but could only manage a poor whimper of tears.

"You might want to reconsider", he sneered his teeth showing.

Reverend laughed lifting her head, she thought it was funny. The attempt to intimidate her. That was funny. She smiled amused, her teeth showing. The count instinctually tensed suddenly. His facial features strained. He didn't know entirely why but his body just naturally tensed and he was suddenly debating in his mind to fight or flight. Something very old was haunting his instincts and prying them awake.

He blinked suddenly. Reverend wasn't standing in front of him anymore. Where had she gone? Where the hell had that hunter gone!? He turned clenching the woman's cheeks tighter and the wrinkles in his face became more distinct and sagged. He hissed gripping tighter.

The girl's skin began to cut and she whimpered painfully in fear. Her feet twitched as she gripped his sleek wrist trying to pry it off. But she didn't have the strength. The count heard a rush as something fluttered by him hissing. He turned his head staring in that direction glancing all around.

"Come out!", he cried angrily. His blood was boiling and his pulse increased and he swallowed hard. His throat suddenly dried. He winced as he felt a cool breath brush against his pointy small ears. He yelped surprised as her felt a finger press against his knuckle and crack it.

The count was forced to let the woman slip out of his hand and then his entire wrist was abnormally snapped forward but another hand snatched his chin from behind as he wanted to jolt holding him still. The count's nostrils flared, "You damn halfling hunters! You'll pay for this insult!", he hissed pulling his hand with all his might.

But Reverend had him and it was easy for her to hold onto him. The count shook with anger his eyes glancing with a glare to his left as he tried to look and see her.

"Unhand me you insolent halfling!", he hissed.

"......Halfing?", whispered Reverend in a questioning form.

The count whined feeling her cold breath. It wasn't warm. Not like everything else that breathed. Not even like his. He shivered and tilted his neck as it prickled. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Something bit at his ear stinging the tip.

It was ice.....frost.....building up and just taping and nipping at him. It burned stinging.

"You bloody woman! You have a gift and you use it against your own kind!", he hissed.

"....my....own....kind?" Reverend paused her fingers clenching his chin tighter with anger and she snapped his face towards her's holding him firmly. Her eyes gleamed and eyebrows were furrowed together. Only for a brief moment and then they softened. Her lips creeped up a smirk and she looked down upon him. He saw the pearl white teeth.

"What do you know about my kind?", she inquired.

The count's heart pounded as she leaned forward growling, "You know nothing about my kind.....I'm not a halfling.....", she hissed. The count sneered, "You will regret coming alone!", he said.

Reverend smiled waiting. But nothing came. Silence. Just the count and her. She knew the henchmen wouldn't come. She had already disposed of them.

"I'm waiting", whispered Reverend.

"Jacques! Jacques! You fool!", he yelled angrily referring to Jacques.

No footsteps came and Reverend purred sadistically as she tilted his head to the side slamming her fangs into the nape of his shoulder. The count's breath swallowed itself as he began to try and get air and he began to wheeze. He began to shake as he felt his body loose more focus. He raised his other hand suddenly weaker. It shook as he wanted to grab Reverend's throat.

Yet it fell onto her shoulder and his nails gripped into the leather as he tried to cling onto something. He was.....he was.....supposed to be immortal! Why in the world-?!

Reverend felt his body collapse and she released immediately after hearing the body's clatter. His skin was sunken in and stretched to the point where it looked like it would tear apart. The joints stuck out and his dark hair was pale and stiff like straw. Reverend stepped back.

She sighed taking out a handkerchief and whipped her mouth and then her fingers one by one turning on her heel.

"Wait!", sobbed the woman holding her husband's face. "No....no.....no.....my sweet", she cried tears falling down.

Reverend walked forward flicking her finger and felt the ring cut her middle one and the small point receded back inside. It was a deep cut went all the way to the bone. She raised it letting the blood flow and drop down. Just once and then she pulled back turning on her heel hearing the cough of the once lost gentlemen.

"I advise you go home", said Reverend.

"Missieur! Missieur wait!", called the woman.

"Go home", repeated Reverend disappearing without waiting. The lady shuttered her breath gasping in shock as the Hunter disintegrated into a hoard of bats which swirled into the night.