Winning The Hand of the Vampire Queen (While Trying to Kill Her)

It was nighttime the moon high in the sky. A full moon. Kristin loved a full moon. Especially tonight. Because tonight. Her Hunter was on her trail again. Her Hunter, with the golden hair, who has made it his mission to be the one to track her and try to hunt her down. Her Vampire Slayer. She wished she knew what color his eyes were, but her clever Hunter kept himself blindfolded, so not to fall for her thrall. Relying on his inferior hearing, and his other duller senses to engage in battle with her.

She would always wait for him to kill his intended prey before she let him engage with her, and as always danced their deadly dance. His blade always so close to a strike, but missing by a hairs-breath. His blindfold and unseeing eyes useless as she playfully tap his shoulder, causing her Hunter to spin instantly his silver blade singing in the air, voicing its sharpness.

Or...Phil gains Kristin's affection, while doing his Vampire Hunter Duty and trying to kill her. The Anceint Vampire falling head over heels for him, that she wants him for her Mate.