FIRE AND ICE

The night I first met Alec I was out hunting for a lately turned vampire that had murdered his entire human family, according to the information I was given he was a fifteen year old white male with dark brown hair. 'Why would vampires turn teenagers didn't I have enough problems hunting adults as it is'.

"The sent is tempting," as voice reached my ears I knew it was my target for only a new kid on the block would say such a thing, for my sword was stained with the blood of countless vampires and the scent of death could be used as bait to trap them. My friend Justin would always complain that the scent always left his children in frenzy every time I visited his home.

"Oh forget that her own scent is quite intoxicating, more so than the blade's," said another male voice.

My target had found some older friends to travel with it would not have been a problem to kill them all but just thinking about the paper work after made me shudder; I hate paper work and for every unauthorized slaying there was a mountain of paper work attached. So I tried to avoid them only focusing on him but as I got closer to him the other two moved in on me.

Then the last male purred, "It promises death, just a whiff and I'm already turned on."

'Just how many weird friends did he make?' I drew my sword just to be cautious, and just in the nick of time too as I was attacked from behind, I dealt with them quickly not wanting to waste time since I would be buried under a mountain of paper as it was. Next I called in for a cleanup group; one couldn't just leave vampire goo lying around for the blood was like a virus just waiting for its next host to latch on to and infect.

"The scent is close." a much older male voice could be heard in the distance. 'Tonight just isn't my night but at least I don't have to kill these', were my thoughts while I cleaned the blood off of my Japanese style sword preparing to leave. "It's a Reaper," said a dark haired man as he stepped out of the shadows. He looked a little older than my nineteen year old appearance, but you could never really tell a vampire's age by their looks, the power wafting off him was a totally different story though, I was quite sure he was at the very least over a hundred years old. The man standing behind him more interested me for some reason I was drawn to him maybe it was the way he looked at me, not really interested yet not just curious and besides the feel of his gaze it felt like he was not even there.

"I am sorry if I interrupted your dinner," I said returning his gaze as I shielded my sword and began walking past them.

"What? You're not going to attack us!" demanded the dark haired man who upon closer inspection seemed to be of Italian decent.

I looked at him with what I hopped was disinterests in my eyes, "not worth the trouble," I knew it was a rude of me but it had already been a very long night.

"What you say bitch!" that was definitely American. I looked at the blond man behind him with questioning eyes but the look I received betrayed none of his thoughts.

"Interesting," I returned my gaze to his companion, "killing you would only cause me more work; the unauthorized termination of a non-targeted vampire would only cause me more paper work. So unless you attack me first I would quite like to avoid the unnecessary trouble," I smiled at him and was about to leave when my communicator came on.

"VX 12, are you not finished yet, you still have paper work to file," came my section boss's insistent voice. Squeezing the bridge of my nose I drew my sword; upon knowing my identity Vampires either did two things, they fled the scene fearing for their life or they tried to prove their power by attempting to kill me and from the look of these guys they were of the powerful verity.

"Charley when I get back you owe me dinner," I signed.

"Let me guess powerful vamp company, sorry my bad, remember if you kill them it'll only mean more paper work for you."

"The next time I run into Justin he's going to hear about this," I snapped while keeping a close eye on the two vampires in front of me, the blond one did not seem interested in me but the dark haired one was virtually twitching with anticipation.

"How about I take care of tonight's paper work and we call it even," I could hear the amusement in his voice.

"You'd still owe me dinner though, see you in a few," I turned off the communicator looking once again to the blond guy, "any chance you could forget we met tonight?"

"Leave her to me," the dark haired guy bosted and seeing the eager expression on dark his face I let out a huge breath along with my hopes of an early night.

"Guess not," I loosened my stands and raised my sword to keep him a safe distance and as he attacked I used the blunt side of it to push him back while using my legs to attack. After a few well-placed kicks to his head and mid-section he was left on the floor. Well at least this won't increase my work load, what the hell! On instinct I sent my power through my sword and swung around at the same time, the tall blond guy held on to my blade flames and all. As I continued to stare at my own sword the thoughts racing through my head were as unstable as the beating of my heart and for the first time in years I experienced fear. Fear so strong it almost robbed me of the ability to breathe much less talk, the hand reaching towards, made me want to flee but my legs refused to cooperate.

"Lord Alec?" I heard the other guy questioned.

"That's enough…I find her...interesting," the anger that was slow in coming before took control of my ever thought, furry at his mockery over rid my fear and allowed me to jump back leaving my sword in his grasp. If I don't get away soon I'm as good as dead, the fear started to once again consume me.

"No not again," I fought to keep angry; anger at that moment was far healthier than fear. Clasping my hands together I drew the flames that resided in my soul into the physical world in the form of a sword that looked like it belonged in the Viking era just like my blond opponent. "I don't know who you think you are, but you picked the wrong damn time to mess with me."

"Such fire," he said in that amused tone that had gotten me angry in the first place, "I can't help but want to snuff it out," the smile on his face promised much pain for me if I was caught careless.

"Dam it move!" I forced myself to attack but in an instant he had me by the throat and my sword was nothing more than an ice sculpture in my hands. As I clawed at the hand that was severely restricting my breathing I felt a bone chilling coldness starting to seep into my skin, his hands were so cold that they somehow felt like they were burning away my very existence. The last thing I remember thinking before the blackness engulfed me was, how cruel it was to die at such cold hands.