• Dark hair billowing around her almost translucently pale skin, Lillith walked
    down the darkened road, following the scent of the human who had passed by here not ten minutes ago.
    The moon, full tonight, lit the way as she continued on her path, not in any particular hurry for she had no intention of feeding again tonight. The smell of this particular person however had drawn her in and she had been unable to stop herself from following.

    It was a few minutes later that she spotted him, a man lurking in an alleyway not twenty meters away...
    If she had been any ordinary person she would not have been able to see him in the pitch black darkness of the alley, but being the vampire that she was, she could see his every feature.
    She knew exactly who he was... for she had met with him before. Zezink Zukaro was his name, son of Isabel and Ekvin Zukaro, a married couple who had been slaughtered by a vampire not twenty years ago. His hatred for all vampires had turned him into the famed vampire slayer that he was today.

    Facing him as she did now, unafraid, she smiled to herself. He had changed a lot in twenty years, from the toddler she had rescued into this striking man that stood before her, gazing at her warily. Did he recognise her?
    Did he remember that it had been her own brother who had slaughtered his family? Did he recall how she had gone against the will of her family to save the life of a child? She was about to approach him when she smelt it...

    Blood.

    The delicious smell floated towards her on the wind and she suddenly whipped her head to the south. The scent was strong, someone had been attacked!
    Forgetting Zezink she continued at a faster pace down the road and when she was sure that there were no witnesses, she jumped 20 feet onto a nearby building and jumped from roof to roof, trying to locate where the smell was coming from.
    The smell grew stronger and stronger and she felt a great thirst building up
    within, but she simply forced it back down. She had been alive for a
    thousand years, she no longer lost control at the scent of blood.

    Stopping suddenly in midair she gracefully landed on a chimney ledge and smiled to herself once again. It appeared that she had not found the source of the smell... but the reason behind it.
    "We meet again, brother," she said as a figure slowly appeared on a rooftop nearby, "It's been twenty years has it not?"