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I groggily open my eyes as the plane begins its descent down into Venice. I stretch out my arms as I look out the window: The sun is just coming up over the horizon, painting a beautiful portrait of oranges and yellows in the sparkling, clear sky. I frown with disappointment. I had hoped to exact my vengeance upon Darrien during the nighttime. But I'm not sure I can wait as long as it would take for the sun to set now: how I stayed so patient during the plane ride is beyond me, really. Still, it wouldn't be very satisfying to just run a stake through his heart while he sleeps peacefully in his coffin.
At that thought, I can't help but chuckle: I always imagined Darrien enjoying his superiority over me. But he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, obviously, giving me the ability to track him when his vampirism forces him into slumber every morning and all. Of course, I suppose I can't blame him for that blunder, the ability to track him must be an unexpected side effect of my unique abilities.
I don't know exactly what I am, but at least my special powers have always given me the edge: They have made me the best hunter in the church, saved my life, and the lives of others countless times, and now they have even given me the element of surprise over the most powerful foe I have ever faced.
I gaze upon my hand: At the moment, a black leather glove covers the rune he hypnotized me to carve into myself, still it's almost like I can feel it carved into the back of my hand as I look upon it. The nosferatu, Darrien, put this rune on me for a purpose: So that he can track me anywhere in the world. But what he must not have known was that I was special, something more than an average human, and that gave me the power to sense him in the same way he could me. I'm positive that he doesn't know of this fact.
Still, if he can sense my presence, he no doubt knows by now that I am coming for him. If I were to exact my vengeance tonight after the sun went down as I plan to, then getting the jump on him will prove impossible.
So, it's to be either a very one sided fight, or a fair fight and nothing in between. A fair fight it would be then, and Darrien would learn that I'm not some weak little girl, but a dangerous hunter not to be trifled with. The thought brings a wide grin to my face, good thing William and Monica don't see it.
As the plane touches the ground though, something sudden and horrible causes the smirk to fall right off my face: Darrien vanishes. One moment I can sense his presence in the very city itself, the next it's gone. My first thought is that his presence vanishes as the sun goes down and he sleeps, but this is the first time since that fateful night that I can't feel him, and several days have come and gone, so if that were true this wouldn't be the first time I lost him. I frown, there is only one possibility: He knows I can sense him afterall, and he has cut the link between us in the case I decided to opt for that more one sided fight I had considered. I concentrate on the direction I felt him last, but I know it's useless. I only knew a general direction: The strength of his presence measured his distance from me, but I had not been this close to him since the link was created. The city would be too large to search for him, and I'm sure he has hidden his resting place well. I'll never find him before sun up.
Good thing I prefer a fair fight anyway, I think as I look over to William and Monica. They are deeply entranced in some conversation with each other, one I do not hear as my mind is elsewhere, obviously. Okay, semi-fair fight: Bringing William and Monica can probably be considered a bit of a cheat. But the words of the vampire from that club, 'Le Nosferatu' haunt me still: Darrien is a Nosferatu, the most powerful kind of vampire, I can't be too careful when dealing with him. William and Monica are two of the hunter's best archers, they will be my ace in the hole. If I hide them in a sniper position, and then lure Darrien into their sights, he won't know what hit him.
Already, the plans begin to hatch in my mind. I will spend the day scoping out the perfect place. Somewhere dark, somewhere secluded, and somewhere the perfect vantage points. I grin, a part of me is giddy...
A larger part of me, however, ties a knot in my stomach. I can't help but remember the last time I went head to head with Darrien. I'd been so powerless against him: He had caught me off guard and beat me. He drank my blood, hypnotized me, forced me to mutilate myself and carve this awful rune into myself, and... My throat is suddenly very dry, and I swallow back some saliva to sate the itch: He did so much more than that.
The plane slows to a halt and the pilots voice echoes over the speakers, but all I hear is muffled by my thoughts are thousands of miles away. Images of that night flash in my mind: I can see the moon baring down upon me. I can feel the cool water on my naked flesh. I feel his body pressing against mine, his manhood pressing into the small of my back. I see the moonlight glimmer off his fangs as he lies over me, and then I can feel the pain tear through my neck as he sinks them into my skin...
"Samantha?" Monica's voice brings me crashing back to reality. "You okay?"
"Yes, oh-of course," I frantically re-compose myself, "I'm just a bit tired, it was a long flight." I can feel the arteries in my cheeks beating softly, I am sure they turn a rosey red, flushed. I squirm my thighs, a bit of wetness seeping there. I shake my head, anger welling up: I can't let my baser instincts get the better of me. He will pay for what he has done.
I can see everyone is undoing their seat belts, getting up, and fumbling in the overhead compartments for their luggage. It is time to disembark. I look out the window and sigh, for better or for worse, tonight will be the night I've settled this... Once and for all...
* * *
I admire the lobby of our hotel once again, fancy but not overly so: The stairs and elevator sit directly across from the entrance, the check in counter tucked away, a little too claustrophobic for the people working back there, to the right. The lighting is a bit dim, the walls a deep mahogany, the carpet a checkered red and gray. A lovely chandelier hangs over a quaint seating area.
I sigh as I gaze at the elevator. The doors spring open and people step out casually. None of them are Monica.
William can see my impatience written all over my face, obviously, "She'll be here, just be patient for a moment."
THAT is something I simply can't bring myself to do... I have had to be patient all day waiting for the sun to set by tailing after William and Monica as they insisted on touring Venice a little, 'We are here, we may as well,' Monica had said. I had sated my impatience by scoping out the perfect location to confront Darrien at least. But then we had to rest up for the confrontation tonight. I hadn't really been able to sleep much either, my stomach was, and still is, tied into a thousand knots. I can't seem to figure out if I'm excited or petrified with terror...
Now the sun is setting rapidly, and Darrien will awake soon. I can only imagine as soon as he wakes I'll be able to sense his location once again, or at least I hope so. If I can't feel him, but he can still feel me, then he's the one that's going to get the jump on me as opposed to it being the other way around like I had planned. That thought makes me try and swallow back a sudden dryness in my throat, and I
look at William nervously: I really hope I didn't bring Monica and him here just to die in a ill-begotten attempt to redeem myself against this vampire.
He had implied that I had let him defeat me... To USE me... I couldn't stand for that! I have to show him that I'm not some weak little floozy. I am a hunter, adopted and raised into the life, I am strong, I am fast, and no vampire can stand against me.
'Admit it: You want this! You have always wanted this!' his words echo in my memory.
No... He was wrong! Right...?
I mean: Sure, my heart aches for a man, someone to hold me, to cuddle up with me on cold nights. What woman wouldn't? The other hunters never really trusted me, Davik in particular. They don't see me as another human being, but as some creature that masquerades as one of their own. I can read their distrustful stares easily. None of them certainly look at me the way that William looks at Monica: Adoration, lust, maybe even love... But none of that means I crave a vampire: A creature! An abomination of god!
