"You never did hate my kind. The vampires. It was just a job, you were born to kill, born to hunt vampires. I am your prey," he spoke softly, his words not even a whisper, "...But you don't hate vampires... You won't hate me..." he leaned closer to her sleeping form, "You'll grow to love me as I love you..." he took a strand of her hair in his hands and twirled it playfully around his fingers.

He stayed by her side as she opened her eyes, a smile came onto his thin lips, "You are finally awake, my dear Tala..."

"Whoa!" she rolled away from his touch, falling off the opposite side of the bed, "How the hell do you know my name?"

"I know a lot about you Tala..."

"...You must really have no life..."

He smiled, fangs showing slightly between his parted lips, "In fact-"

"Don't even say anything..." she rubbed her temples, "You'll just say something stupid and cliche like, 'In fact, I have no life because I am a vampire!' and then I'm suppose to go 'gasp' but we are going to skip that part, okay?"

"You have read too many trashy romance novels." he shook his head.

"Maybe, but still, I know vampires allure, their raw sexual energy, and all that other crap you guys have, too bad I don't really give a damn." she grumbled as she stood up, then blinked, looking down at the dress she had been put into.

"I couldn't just leave you naked..."

"Oh no, all you could do was just kidnap me..."

He sighed, "I have not hurt you."

"Like hell! You stabbed me with a needle! One full of silver at that!" she stood up, and narrowed her eyes.

He smiled, "...You look beautiful in that dress."

"What is wrong with you!?" she threw her arms up in frustration.

"That dress was made especially for you..." he told her as he gazed at her, admiring how the smooth cloth accented the few curves she had; she seemed to have blossomed instantly in his eyes, her short temper, and stubborn will only adding to her charm, "It's lovely."

"Yes, we've established that." she sighed, and tried to adjust the dress, giving up with a low growl as she turned to him, "Why are you doing this? Are you planning to drink all my blood or rape me?"

"...Don't you mean drink your blood and rape you. I could do both."

"First off, you are a sick, sick vampire, and secondly don't interupt me when I'm ranting."

He chuckled to himself.

"What is so damn funny!?"

"Nothing at all."

She lundged at him, and slapped him, her nails slicing into his skin, "You are a psycho!"

He laughed again, the scratches healing as soon as her hand had left his face. She let out an angry grunt, before taking one of the pillows and beating him with it.

He laughed finally catching her hand, and prying the pillow out of her grasp, as he pinned her down, "Are you afraid, dear Tala?"

"You are a total pshyco! What the hell is wrong with you!? Go pick on some damn mortal, and leave me the hell alone you bastard!"

"With that silver in your blood, you are as weak as a mortal..." he said, his eyes falling to her neck.

"So what?" she kicked at him, and tried to spit in his face, "I'm not stupid enough to fall for your stupid little seductive tricks."

"You will eventually." he smiled, "And I'm paitent enough to wait for that day."

She continued to struggle wildly, thrashing beneath his icy grip, manging to kick him in the jaw and stomach before he had her still again, "If your going to rape me, go ahead and get it over with you damn psycho!" she spat, her hazel eyes glowing with fire.

He leaned over and lightly kissed her neck, letting his fangs cut her skin, giving him his first taste of her blood. He shut his eyes as the rich flavor washed over him, "No... I will never hurt you, my Tala..." he opened his eyes, "Never..." he let go of her, and stepped away, "Your dinner will be arriving soon..."

She rubbed her neck, and frowned, "If you don't want to hurt me then why don't you just let me go?"

"Because I don't want to be alone."

"Then get a blow-up sex doll or something!"

He smiled, "Your words are sharp, and witty... Your mind and spirit is what makes you so attractive to me..." he opened the door to leave.

She flung the pillow at him, it hitting the door and falling to the floor as he disappeared, "YOU ARE AN INSANE BASTARD VAMPIRE!"