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A female vampire was searching for her next vicitum of the night and saw another male vampire not to far away. She perked up and set her sites on him, since she hadn't drank a vampires blood in quiet a while. She moved closer to her prey and soon made the vampire turn around. Before he even had time to think she sank her fangs into his neck. This was probly the most forbidden act of all between vampires but Rozial didn't care. If it weren't for her ex-husband then this would have never happened. She drank from the male vampire without stopping till she had her fill. She removed her fangs and let the vampires body fall to the ground, still bleeding. She sighed in pleasure from being able to drink yet another vampires blood. She wipped the blood off her lips with the back of her hand. Her glowing brither blue eyes seemed to glow brighter than the moon in the sky.

(Mind if I join?)

Sterling was no stranger to the strange ways of vampires; but this one took the stake. He'd spent the last two days tracking down this one vampire, only to have it snatched away by another vampire. Who didn't just tear it to pieces, but fed on it.

Sterling watched in horror as the vampire he'd been stalking slumped lifelessly to the ground. There went three days' pay. Before turning his glittering grey eyes onto the vampire who calmly looked as if she'd just had a drink of ale.

"Since when do vampires attack their own kind for blood?" He called from the shadows; his crossbow aimed at the female vampire. He wasn't taking any chances; least of all because she'd just fed.

The female vampire just smriked at the sound another voice, she turned around to try and see who the voice belong to, but nothing. "Hmmm, very good question, they don't. But I'm not like the others." She was less likely to attack a human than a vampire for she did not find the taste of human's blood as good as a vampire's. "Might I ask, but why don't come out, as you saw I'm more of a quote on quote Vampire drinker." She had caught on the scent of the voice and could tell it was human. "I'm not gonna bite." She couldn't help but let a smrik come to her face.

Sterling hesitated briefly and then stepped out of the shadows. His grey trenchcoat seemed to absorb some of the pale moonlight, which reflected off his silver hair and grey eyes.

"He might disagree with ya there," Sterling replied, nodding at the deposed vampire. "Three days' worth of my pay gone because you sucked him dry. Which leads me to asking--why? Are the humans too smart for ya?"

The female vampire rolled her bright blue eyes. "No, I just find vampire's blood better tasting." She shrugged, the smrik still on her face. "You humans are too easy and it gets old after awhile." That wasn't her only reasons why she drank from vampires, the first person who's blood she drank was a vampire, which was her stupid ex-husband who is now long dead and forgotten.

Sterling raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, if you're a vampire who feeds on other vampires--" he paused and made a face. It sounded so wrong to him. "Maybe I'll just let you continue doing what you're doing. That is, unless I catch you feeding on a human; then I won't hesitate to stake you."

All the while he was talking he had his crossbow trained on her. He could have taken her out anytime he liked, but he had resisted. Why? He was still gathering info about vampires and their culture. Even as he destroyed it.

The woman nodded. "That is understandable, try to protect another human." Her eyes never left the arrow pointed at her, she did not like how easily she could be dead if she made a false move. "You can put down your arrow, most people would think it good that a vampire is killing off other vampires, since both are evenly matched; well not so much in my case." She was stronger than many vampires for her strange tastes. She has proven that if someone drank a vampire's blood they gain strenght and more. She just won't admit to what she can do unless given the chance to show her ablties.

Sterling smiled faintly at her request. "If it's all the same, I'd rather not. I won't fire unless I'm attacked, of that you have my word." That was assuming she could trust the word of a human. Ironic how the tables turned. "Besides, you've just fed and a lenient Hunter is a dead Hunter."

He paused and then asked. "How many vampires have you fed on?"

A smrik cuvered on her lips. "Hmmm. That is a very good question." She though for a moment with a cocky grin. "At least I believe ten or tweleve, maybe more." She truly did not know how many vampires she had killed but it was enough for some people to notice.

He hesitated and then ignoring all his internal warnings, lowered the crossbow. He was still ready to bring it up at a moment's notice, but he had lowered it from an immediate threat.

"As long as you threaten no human, I will allow you to continue on your way. If I find that you have fed on a human though..." His gaze flickered to the crossbow. "You won't know what hit you before you dissolve into ash."

Rozial didn't flinch or anything at the threat but a smrik curved her lips at seeing that the hunter lowered his bow and arrow. "I will only feed on a human if I am near death and their closest blood sorce I can find but that has yet to happen." She did recall any thing happening to cause her near death for she has had hunters after her before but they made the mistake of using vampires.

(So sorry!)

Sterling grimaced. It wasn't the answer he wanted to hear, but he couldn't fault her for it either. Instinct was a difficult thing to override; he knew that as well as anyone.

"Since you feed on vampires," he began hesitantly, "you wouldn't happen to know if there are any Master Vamps around, or where they might seclude themselves, would you?" It was worth a shot.

(It's alright)

Rozial shook her head. "I don't get intail on such things since I guess they count me as a tatior." She shrugged not caring. "Their loss" Most people though that she was weak and useless but since she feed on vampires it made her stronger than others would believe.

"Can't imagine why," Sterling muttered under his breath. He shouldered the crossbow and turned to go. "Well, just fair warning; if you cross me again, I can't promise not to shoot first."

He didn't quite turn his back to her, but he angled away from her, keeping to the course that his original vampire had been taking. There was still a good chance the vampire had been trying to take him towards an ambush.