She was sitting alone on the edge of a bridge, watching as the moon reflected on the water below her. It was a beautiful night in London, so honestly, how could she spend it indoors? Her C17 was strapped to her leg, blessed silver bullets in the ammo cartridge. Amber had been believing in vampires all of her life, even if her family shunned her for it, telling her she was insane. She had never told them how she knew they were real, but now that they were all dead, well she didn't really care anymore. How could she? Everyone had treated her like garbage, telling her to leave or they would put her in the insane asylum.

She grinned slightly as Sound of Madness by Shinedown started playing in her ear buds. It fit well with how she was feeling at the moment. Watching the streets, her eyes caught two glowing purple dots staring at her from a distance. Her grin returning once more, she lit the cigarette that was between her lips then flipped off the bridge. Yes, tonight is a beautiful night.

With her foot catching onto the edge of the sidewalk, she pushed forward, sending herself into the alleyway and over the ghoul that was standing at the entrance. Once she caught herself on her feet, she pulled her gun from the holster on her leg, flipping the safety off. Grinning wider, she trained the barrel on the puppet's head and fired. She laughed quietly as she watched the body dissipate into dust. "Such an annoying pest brought onto this world by a worm." She laughed a little louder, flipping the safety back on her gun as the remains blew away with the wind.

Sighing as she holstered her gun, the 20 year old blew her bangs out of her face as she turned in the opposite direction of the street and began walking. It was just another night. She had been snuffing out these leaches, as she came across them, for a year and it was honestly beginning to bore her. They shuffled too slow and never paid attention to anything but the smell of blood.

"That was an impressive show, little human."

She spun on her heel, gun already out as she trained her barrel on the wall where she heard the voice come from. Glowing red eyes were staring back at her and even through the darkness she could see the sadistic white grin accompanied by them. "I never want to leave them on the streets. They are nothing but pests."

"I'd have to agree." A low laugh sounded through the alley as she watched a body melt out of the shadows. His feet came first and from what she could tell, he was wear large black, leather boots that went up to just below his knees. Next to appear were black clad legs and the beginnings of a red duster. As his torso melted together, she saw a black vest over a white shirt and a large red, loosely hanging bow around his neck. He was wearing a pair of white gloves with pentagrams surrounded by strange writing printed on the back of them. The rest of his arms came through and she could finally see the crimson duster completely. The head came last and she could see the large floppy, crimson fedora adorning his head and orange goggle sunglasses covering his eyes. Midnight black hair framed his pale face. He never removed his grin as he spoke again. "So, little human, where ever did you get the silver bullets?"

She smirked as her eyes raked his frame. "I stole a blessed cross from the Vatican and melted it down for the bullets to my Casull."

"Oh really? No wonder the priests are pissed." The large, pale man walked closer to her, pulling out his own gun. "Did you train yourself to move like that as well?"

"I did. My family shunned me for believing in vampires so I moved to London and began training on the rooftops." She grinned back at the pale man, watching him closely. He took one last step and was dwarfing her in a second.

"What is your name, little human?" Amber hesitated and he laughed lowly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I find you entertaining."

"Amber Marie Steadman. Now, what's yours?"

"I go by many names, but you may call me Alucard." His grin widened as he held his own gun out for her to see. It was a Casull, just like hers but much larger in size. She raised an eyebrow at the male that was towering over her. She wasn't afraid of him, she actually found him very intriguing. Flipping the safety on her gun, she slipped it back into her leg holster and grinned as she took a step back and bowed at him. She had realized what his name really should have spelt out immediately.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Dracula." His grin fell a bit as she did a backwards flip and landed on the dumpster that was previously pressing into her back. "Or should I say, Vlad Tepes." She cocked her head to the side slightly as she grinned at him.

"So, you know my real name. Interesting. How do you know of it?" Alucard watched her quietly.

"I have been doing research on you since I was 10-years-old."

"And how old are you now, little human?"

"I am 20, Prince Dracul." She smirked as he tilted his own head slightly, still watching her.

"If you know so much about me, human, then why aren't you trying to kill me?" She grinned widely as she stared at the vampire.

"Because you have been my hero since the first time I heard your name. The scum on this Earth are the pathetic cockroaches that create ghouls to do their own bidding." She spit at the ground in disgust. "They are cheap imposters that hide behind the corpses they create because they know they can do nothing but drink the blood from living humans. They are a disgrace. You on the other hand. You are the only true vampire that I know of to date. You sold your place in heaven to get revenge on the people who almost destroyed you. You are the King and I show nothing but respect for you, Alucard."

He stared at Amber quietly for a few minutes then began to laugh. She smirked as she watched him, waiting for his next words. "You are truly intriguing, Amber."

"As are you, No-Life-King. But I shall have to speak to you again another day." She picked up a jagged piece of glass from the top of the dumpster and slammed it into her hand. Alucard raised an eyebrow as the girl began to let her blood pour on the ground for a moment, then jerked the glass back out. "If you ever wish to find me again, just follow the smell or the trail of my blood." She grinned at him widely before she pushed off the dumpster and flipped up onto the roof of the buildings above her. The Nosferatu grinned widely as he leaned down, licking up the blood she had purposely spilled for him and locked it the taste and smell into his memories. He was definitely going to see her again soon.