The Slayer ✔️

Ch. 5

Amy's POV

I had gone to the Conacul Bratescu to try my best and mingle with other humans. I at least wanted a shred of freedom when it came to my other side. I wanted freedom to do what I wanted and if I had to act like these humans then I might as well. I always found them intriguing. However, I had to act like them I couldn't show any sign that I was a vampire. Thankfully I've practiced. Vampires normally have straight postures, that is they always sat up straight.

We also sense if someone else was looking at us. Then we end up staring at the human who looked at us. We were also shown to be inhuman. As I sat talking with a gentleman that mostly wanted to get in my pants thunder struck and the door to the hotel opened revealing a tall Korean man with brown eyes and brown and blue hair. The wind blew so loudly as it whipped his cape this way and that. He wore black clothes like a trench coat, black pants, black shoes and a black shirt. I knew immediately that he was a vampire slayer and a very famous one at that. He's killed off our kind from many parts of the world. No doubt he was capable of doing something.

But there was something about him, something that I could not touch. He wasn't just interesting he was also very cute. Something about his profession makes him so..... I don't know. Remarkable? I watched as the guy made his way over to the counter. He removed his hat that he wore and sat it on the counter.

"I'd like a room, please?" He said in deep voice American accent. Of course he was from America. I leaned toward the guy in front of me acting as if I didn't know who the slayer was.

"Who is that?" I said in a quiet voice.

"You don't know who that is?" Says a man in his early twenties. "He's Mark Edward Fischbach, he's practically one of the best slayers around!"

"But what's he doing here?"

"He's here to solve the vampire problem," answered the guy "I heard that he doesn't let anything affect him. Even love,"

"That's terrible! How did he become like that?"

"When he was twenty four years old, his best friends were on their way here when they suddenly died under mysterious circumstances,"

"What's the main theory?"

"He thinks that a vampire killed them,"

I was shocked. One of my kind killing one of them? I knew we were in a war but this was ridiculous. I wished I knew what was really going on and who was really killing the slayers and the people of Transylvania. Heck some of our kind was killed also, and not by a slayer either. I looked at Mark with fascination as the hotel guy gave him a room key and something to drink. I thought that maybe I could talk and get to know him, maybe there was a way to bring back what ever love he had left in his heart.

"I'm going to talk to him,"

"Are you crazy?! No one goes up to a slayer and voluntarily talks to them, they wait till the slayer comes to them," says the guy as I got up. "Even if you could, all they would want to talk about is vampires and killing,"

"It doesn't matter, I want to talk to him," I said ignoring the man's arguments. Taking a deep breath, I slowly began to approach him.

Mark's POV

I entered the hotel and immediately I felt like I was being watched. Plus I could sense a vampire in here he or she was sitting at one of these tables talking. But which one was it? Thunder exploded outside and rain was pouring down. Without a moments hesitation, I walked over to the counter and removed my hat. Sitting at the counter, I spoke to the clerk.

"I'd like a room, Please?" I asked as the man agreed and started looking for an available room. As he did that, I still had that strange feeling I was being watched. I turned toward a table not far from the counter and saw a woman with blonde hair and brown eyes. She wore gothic clothes like I saw in the dream. Was she a vampire? As I thought of that I looked at the woman she was beautiful, the woman looked at me and a smile appeared on her face. My heart skipped a beat, realizing what was happening I quickly shook my head and turned my attention back at the clerk. As he handed me the key to one of the rooms, he was about to pour me something to drink which smelled like alcohol. I would drink it but Korean's can't have alcohol as it would cause us to get heart attacks.