<span style="color: #FF0000">       Hot steam poured out of the shower as Kaleo stepped out. Feeling quite relaxed, he threw on a comfortable kimono-type pajama robe and walked over to the mirror. Standing in front of the mirror, he ran his fingers through his long, silky, wet hair and breathed a sigh of relaxation and satisfaction.<br/> <span style="font-style: italic">A whole week of no fighting. Ah, yes this is the life.</span> He thought to himself. Although he enjoyed destroying any threats to the vampire race (and to the Count), it was getting tiresome having to go out on his nightly trips just to obliterate some small-time vampire hunters. He felt this way solely for two reasons: 1. He wanted his time of relaxation every now and then (especially since the Count was so paranoid he thought even the smallest of small-time hunters were or would become a threat, so he would ask Kaleo to kill each and every one of them), and 2. these vampire hunters were no match for him. They were like mice to a cat, some even easily paralyzed by fear just by simple words, which left his stunned enemy open for an easy attack. Let's face it. He was bored and tired of running around and killing lowlife wannabe vampire hunters. Now, he finally got the time off he desired, and he was gonna drain this time of as much relaxation as it could offer.<br/>           Sighing contentedly once more, he stepped from his bathroom into his room and sat upon his bed, which was covered in satin, forest-green sheets. He picked up his 2390th book (the amount of books he's read in his whole life from his darkly varnished nightstand beside his bed and  barely just began his first page, when one of the Count's advisers walked in. It was an englishman, Cod Secktor, the Count's closest adviser, in fact.<br/>            "Hey, um, Kaleo...um, the Count wishes to see you," he said, peeking in through the doorway. <br/>           Sighing of frustration this time, Kaleo obeyed the orders from the Count and closely followed behind Cod into the main hall, where the count's throne rested.<br/> <span style="font-style: italic">I wonder what waste of time he's going to set me up to kill this time,</span> he thought mockingly to himself.<br/>              Standing before his surrogate father's throne, he asked quite politely, "What is it you want me to do, Father Linus (all surrogates are called the title of "Mother" or "Father", followed by their last name, in the vampire community).<br/>           Smacking his pursed lips together, as he so commonly does when he's in what Kaleo calls his "paranoia mode", the Count gave his usual speech, "Now, you do realize that not only me but the vampire community is at risk as well. We have women and children. If these crazed vampire murderers see them, they will not hesitate to end their lives. That is why we must protect our community from these human vagabonds. You understand?"<br/>            "Yes, sir," Kaleo said, hiding any note of frustration he was feeling at the moment, as he was so good at doing. "So who is it that you want gone?"<br/>        Sighing, the Count said, "You really do like to get to the point, don't you? Okay, well here is the thing. There is a well-known vampire huntress murderess woman out there that is believed to be out there somewhere, <span style="font-style: italic">roaming our streets.</span> I do not know her name unfortunately, but i do know she is dangerous and a serious threat to the Vampire community. No known vampire has been able to beat or destroy her yet. That is why i choose you. You are a natural-born warrior, and I-"<br/>         "Okay," Kaleo politely interrupted the Count. "I will do this. It may be a waste of precious time destroying such an easy target, but I'll do so to protect the community." Or so he told the Count. However, in his head he was chuckling to himself.<br/> <span style="font-style: italic">I don't care about some stupid damned community. I just want to get this lameass fight over and done with.</span> <br/> <br/><br/>       Night rain trickled down upon the city, pattering heavily on Kaleo's wings as he fluttered in humanoid bat form to a town. It was a small city on the outskirts of Japan, and also a place where the huntress' scent and sensation was the strongest. Fluttering down to the street, he quickly changed into human form right near a store called Huko-Mart. Yawning and still dressed in his robe, he made his way lazily down the dark deserted street.<br/>        However, he soon got lost and traveled around the streets for hours and hours looking for her (at least two hours anyway), and couldn't find her.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Damnit! How can you get lost in a town as small as this??</span> he mentally complained to himself.          He was getting bored and was soon going to return to his castle with a very half-assed excuse that "she was already dead" or he just simply "couldn't find her", when he heard something in the night that sounded like a female grunt followed by a wet stab. Soon that sound was followed by the strong scent of vampire's blood, just east of where Kaleo was standing. That peaked his interest by a bit, but not by much. He had destroyed some of the most "skilled" vampire hunters that crossed his path, and he figured this would probably be the same thing. <br/>     Half-bored, he hopped over at least five buildings to get to his destination. Upon the sixth building, he landed on the roof, which was directly across from a church. Looking down toward the church, he caught sight of a girl...no not any girl... a vampire hunter. Or more like <span style="font-style: italic">the</span> vampire hunter. Her fighting skills were like none other he'd ever seen. They were not like the standard "punch, kick, stab in the heart with wooden stick" syndrome the typical vampire hunters seemed to think would work on purebloods, which seemed to be the major race in the vamp community now. No, this hunter was different. Dangerous. Lethal. And <span style="font-style: italic">exactly</span> the type of hunter he was looking for. Someone that would be at least 1% of a match to him, cause 1% is still better than 0%, right?<br/>         He watched diligently as she finished off every last one of the vampires who surrounded her, just waiting and watching from afar upon his sixth building, which happened to be a cheap hotel. Waiting and watching, but not intending to let her get away from him. Watching her with hawk eyes, he noticed that, after killing each and every one of those lowly-skilled vampire lowlifes, she was making her way up the steps to the church.<br/><br/>                  Now was his chance.<br/><br/>He hopped down off of the building to the front of the church door, landing only about a foot and a half in front of her. Standing before her in all his pajama-robed glory, he smiled at her... </span>