The blonde was good.  Very good.  Her outfit wasn’t just for show either, as he learned while witnessing her dispose of the remaining vampires.  His favorite was the hidden blade in her boot.  Sexy and lethal.  Lethal and sexy.  Which came first?  He realized it didn’t really matter, because either way, it was a deadly combination.  His pack, he knew, would be most pleased to learn of this Dark Hunter roaming the area.  They did, after all, have something in common: Absolutely no love lost for vampires.<br/><br/>And now she was calling him out, to show himself.  That’s just great, Aaron thought, knowing he had no choice but to comply.  She would, after all, eventually locate his hiding spot.  Removing himself from the shadows, he slowly approached her.  He didn’t believe it was necessary to come out with his hands raised or anything of that nature.  She could clearly see he posed no threat and was unarmed.  His “tools of the trade” were all conveniently hidden somewhere on his person, though he was envious of her blade-in-the-boot trick, if he was being honest with himself.  Aaron figured that the closer he got to her, she’d know or sense he wasn’t human.  That was assuming, of course, she didn’t already know this about him.<br/><br/>Stopping a few feet from the Dark Hunter, he opened the speaking proceedings.  “Hello,” he calmly said.  “You, uh, looked like you could use some assistance when those last two had you, uh, pinned on your car.”  Having said that, he wondered if she could have gotten out of that pickle by herself.  From what he saw, however, he didn’t believe so and he wasn’t about to take that chance.  Dark Hunters were a rare breed indeed.