Thread: Teamwork (AnonymousRelated and Naomi David)

Desmon Endar a natural born Vampire born of the highest most noble blood was one of the few Vampires born into this world with a place of power already established. That place of power though, would fall short due to his ignorance. He had thought himself impervious to the charms of mere mortal creatures, but yet an Elf of all things had brought him to his knees, literally. He had proposed to her only after three weeks of knowing the female, she didn't know that he was a Vampire at the time of course. When she found out, things went better than Desmon had thought they would, she accepted him for who he was under one circumstance he make her like him. She didn't want him to stay young, and to have her grow old and weak. Even though an Elf lived incredibly long lives, Vampires could easily triple their span. This Elf though was not all she had seemed to be, she had known he was a Vampire and to make matters worse she chose him for who he was Pure-Blood. If she were sired from a pure-blood Vampire, being an Elf on top of that would make her nearly unstoppable, and unstoppable she became. Through his actions Desmon was exiled from his families fortune, he was cast into the shadows and left for dead. Desmon however didn't die, nor did he let his horrors simply fall into the hands of his kin. He had started this problem, and he would finish it. Only there was one problem and it wasn't too small Hunters. They came in every shape, form, size and variant, there were even some of his kin that had given to a life of servitude and observation. For their services in hunting down their own kind and others like themselves they were compensated with a life outside of who they would have been. The shameful part of it was that they could have achieved the same thing by simply striving for it within their original community. Desmon had strove to become something he wasn't born into, he strove to become something more than a simple pure-blood. In the end it was all he could be, and because of who he was, he was now being pursued closely. She was a Huntress, and from what he had ever seen of her she was a young one. Skill nevertheless as the girl had taken multiple shots at him from afar with bolts specially designed for killing his kind. Luckily Desmon wasn't such an easy target to hit, nor was he so easy to kill. He'd never been so brazen as to attack her, it would only make his situation even worse. But there was only so much one could take before they, snapped . The village the young Huntress had come up to had been spared the torch many of the other typical sites had. But blood still hung heavily in the air, even from the outskirts she would have noticed. And she did, her shrieking had sounding not only to her location but also her mental state of mind. What the Huntress didn't know however was that the man who had been tracked and attacked by her, wasn't the one she was really looking for. She thought she was fast, but she didn't really know the meaning of speed. Dark red eyes appeared in the window of a nearby house, illuminated by a burning light from within them. As the eyes closed, the figure who had been there did too. But not for long. Within a breath of time, the figure burst from the shadows at a speed where it could only be seen as a streak of darkness. The dark trench coat wearing figure hit the ground in a crouched position, ready to make his next move. The piercing red eyes looked up at the female hunter, taking in her full features and burning them into his mind. But then something else happened, and it made his crimson dilated eyes to dim and return to pupils. Leave me alone! This does NOT involve your kind! Desmon demanded loudly.