--Rσттιηg Ƒαηgѕ, Ɲιмвℓє Ƥяσмιѕєѕ--(Vampire Guy Needed, simply jump in. PAFP)

I had retired to my own bedroom, stripping down and easing into an oversized t shirt I had found in one of the spare bedrooms. It was loose and carried nearly past my knees though I wasn't complaining, I was simply exhausted. The bottle of whiskey lying dormant upon the my desk as I stifle a pitiful yawn with my hand and flick off the lights.

Stumbling blindly for quite some time until I managed to gracefully clamber upon my bed.... Or clumsily fall. I simply hide under the sheets in defeat and tug the covers in a tight little cocoon around my lithe silhouette, ignoring the biting chill that eased throughout his home.

Why couldn't vampires like the tropics? I think bitterly to myself before cuddling up to the pillow with a soft him in disapproval.

~morning?~

The muffled cry of a bird gathers my attention, rolling over with a low moan in defeat as the fluttering persists. My head bobbing up from the sheets as I pushed back my crown of golden curls and stretched, despising the lion mane I now possessed. I whimper as a dull throb takes residence in my head, dragging myself from the warm constraints of my bed as I pull out some cozy looking boots and trudge out of the room after haphazardly taming my hair down to a messy bun.

I peek out into the hall wearily, gaze fluttering over my shoulder as I call for Emma helplessly. I needed clothes or else I would have to amble around in an oversized shirt that served as a glorified dress on me. Hm... I try one last time before quietly drawing back to my bedroom, gathering the whiskey bottle in silence as I tuck it away so as to take to Elijah when I gathered the time.

Emma tends to my needs before escorting me to the dining room, fully dressed and presentable. My gaze trickling across the table as I breathe out a sigh of relief at the absence of Elijah. Oh, yeah. He had to work on paperwork. My petite silhouette curtly relaxes as I pull out a chair and take a seat. It was a feeble breakfast though I beamed at the sight. Graciously thanking the chef before preparing my plate and pausing to contemplate if I valued my comfort over Elijah.

I sigh before easing from my familiar chair at the table and carry back up the grand staircase. Knocking first in fear of accidentally walking in on him before I gather the courage to ease it open. "Would you like to eat breakfast?" I inquire gently.

I allow my gaze to stray to the ungodly amount of papers at his desk in mild distaste. "Hm... Perhaps it's best if you stay here and finish." Plus, he only relied on mortals to feed. Perhaps my offer fell upon deaf ears.

(Haha nice choice)

I narrow my eyes wearily at his sudden confession, grimacing at the thought of getting right back into it again but at least I was housed. No rent to pay, no feeble checks. All I had to do was kill whomever he pleased. As long as it remained monsters that is.

"Very well. Let's go." I murmur simply. I had eaten a small morsel of food before I went to check on him so I was sure I could make it until dinner.

"What exactly is this opportunity? Another vampire perhaps?" I muse yet I had the odd feeling that I was correct. Pursing my lips quizzically before simple excusing my presence of him in order to glide down the staircase. Perhaps I could find my own way to the training room though one glance around the massive estate and I was forlorn, slowing down reluctantly to wait for him.

"Lycanthropes? That's a new one. I've never heard of a vampire that would use them in fighting rings." I murmur with a displeased frown. Allowing him to guide me before stubbornly retrieving my arm from his grasp and gradually catching onto the general path we had taken last time until I reached it. I ease open the basement door before accompanying him down into it's depths.

"You won't mind if I bring silver bullets, right? Just in case the wolves get a little antsy." I didn't think there was a need to explain my request though I had to at least try.

Gaze fluttering over the mass arrangement of fake weapons nestled against one wall before returning to Elijah calmly.

To be honest, his advice fell upon deaf ears. My gaze resting upon his broad silhouette in motion as I blink and nod casually. Yeah. Though I did pick up the main points in what he stated, belligerently cursing myself for the goosebumps that rose upon my skin.

"And the jaw?" I inquire. Other hunters had lived to tell of fatal assignments in their past. Whether it was a lie or it truly worked was foreign to me.

The maid swiftly scurries back upstairs after tending to each target, fleeing before the bullets were brought into play. I return my attention to Elijah attentively at her absence. No use in angering him, especially when encumbered by a multitude of various weaponry. I gather the pistol he had set down firmly and begin loading it with the scattered bullets, shifting so as to keep his familiar silhouette in my sight. I didn't enjoy the sensation of this powerful predator stalking behind me, no matter how strikingly red carpet worthy he may be. I can only smile at the thought and drag my gaze over each target quietly. The unfamiliar pistol pointed steadily out as I suck in a sharp breathe. With that, I carefully aim the barrel and pull the trigger with a resounding crack as it strikes a target with a gratifying indent.

At his request, I squeezed the trigger until a rewarding shot rang out. A narrow hole embellished into the heart of the farthest target, in which made it's swift rotation once more. A warm smile of pride blesses my lips as I lift my gaze to him momentarily before returning to my task.

Only the resounding cry of the gun gracing me as I try once more, a few striking the heart, others not though if it truly came down to my pistol then I was sure the range would be in close proximity. No one could survive a shot point-blank to the heart. I lower the weapon after I had managed to hit each and every one of the targets, whether it was the heart or chest was lost to me.

"So how exactly shall I do this tonight? Won't it be crowded?" I ask and set the gun on the table decisively before turning to face him. " I doubt he is the type that bends to flirting. "A striking smirk graces my features at this as I gently brush past him in order to reach the other table of weapons, sifting through the selection until I came across a Browning. Almost like mine but not quite there.

"I can definitely see that." I purr softly as I lift my gaze from his collection with a delighted smile. Not even my boss owned such a vast arsenal as this. "This is....utterly intoxicating for me." I muse and laugh lightly before setting the pistol down with care and drawing back over to Elijah curiously.

I allow my gaze to peek over his broad frame to the dummies with a light smile that dulled. "I could have done better. My apologies," I murmur softly. My gaze fluttering over the multiple holes in silence as I run a teacup hand through my crown of hair before sighing and relieving him of my presence.

"Hmm... A diversion? I could release one of the wolves yet that could endanger you... Though you are a big undead boy right? You can handle yourself. "

"Quite the honor." I murmured softly as I entered the awe inducing display. I had caught the unintentional look of pain that blessed those striking blue orbs of his, it simply didn't fit. I quickly glance away, unable to look a brief moment more as I look to the jewels and startling antiques.

Each held a feeble sense of life to it, winking back at me as I passed. I decided then that there was at least something I commended him for, pitied. He truly did look forlorn yet the vampire cloaked it swiftly. If I had blinked, I would have surely missed the display.

I had never held adoration for precious gems such as this, the value lost to me. His antiques were what drew me into the little space with him, lingering at his side before carrying past to gaze upon a mottled little collectible in it's case. "Why show me?" I ask gently.