The Dark Slayer

*Coyright: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OR WORLD‎ Abigail Gibbs has created for The Dark Heroine Series, This is a fan fiction based on "Dinner with a Vampire. Did I mention I'm a Vegetarian?" I only own the characters I make up for this story, that is all. *

Prolouge:

    Queen Carmen walked through the carved wooden doors knowing full well of the fate that waitied for her beyond them. She knew death would be there to escort her out of this world, but that did not matter to her. She didn't walk through those doors in fear of what was to come, she embraced it because of what could...no not could...would come when she did. A better future. A peaceful future that she had always despertely craved for her children...ALL of her children. And the Vamperic Kingdom. The dark days of hate and bloodshed would fianlly end. Her end would be the start of a new beginning. She left all she's known to her beloved son Kasper, she knew how he despied the power he was given, and she was deeply sorry she did not tell him one thing. The one thing she hadn't written in her letter. But that was how fate wanted it..and no matter how many times she went over her descion  she knew what she had done was for the best. She hoped that her son would understand,  her sweet Vladmir would understand, and respect the descion she made on her own. She hoped her entire family would, but at least she knew they wouldn't be alone when they find out the news. She left a piece of herself to pick up the shattered pieces of her family and kindgom when she couldn't. she knew all would be well.

Besides No one can change the path Fate had already put them on.

As the Queen stepped forward into the dark litted room , she could still see perfectly, but a small light from a desk in the middle of the room caught her eye, and as she walked gracefully forward letting her black victorian dress sweep swiftly across her legs as they moved in time with her. She saw the shadow of a tall man... as she walked forward she assumed it was the Leader of the Pierre clan, Jean Pierre.

"Jean Pier-"

Her sentence was caught off by the cruel burning flame of pain that electrified through out her entire body as she gasped, and looked down to see a stake sticking out from her chest, and she knew it went straight through her dead heart.

"No...I am right here your Highness.." He mummered into her ear as she fell backwards as Jean Pierre caught her before her head fell to the floor as he gently laid her head on his lap.

The Queen looked up into those brown eyes that filled with remorse.

"I am truly sorry your highness...But orders are orders..." Jean Pierre began to stand up, but The Queen gripped his arm and pulled him back down. He looked down at green emerald eyes as they somehow reached deep into his soul and froze him in time, unable to look anywhere else, but at the Vamperic Queen.

"Remember your oath Jean Pierre...I hold you to it...."

"What did she say?" 

Jean Pierre looked over his shoulder to see the hunter that distracted The Queen moment before. He looked back at The Queen with a look with a hidden messgae deep within it, meaning he understood as he slid his hand into hers as he felt something metal slip into his fingers.

He pushed The Queen off his lap and saw her face slowly starting to decay, her dark hair falling onto the floor as he stood up and looked at his fellow slayer.

"Nothing.."

Then he looked at her face one last time and then looked back at the slayer and gave the order to not only the slayer infront of him, but the slayers that were hidden somewhere inside the room.

"Finish her off, " He said as he turned away from the scene infront of him already hearing the running footsteps of the slayers, and the sickening sound of wooden stakes being plunged through the skin.

He walked out the doors of the room trying his very best to ignore the screams of Queen Carmen.

No death has ever sickened himself quite like this. It rattled the very core of his soul, and it had shaken him, but he kept his head held high, and kept walking forward into the shadows, knowing very well that he still had an oath to keep. 

He knew what he had to do as he patted the pocket that held a small box that rattled against a metal chain.

He knew it was time.