Rogue walked through the streets, it was getting dark now, and it was time for her to rest. It was like any normal day, she did her daily activities and such, but tonight, she had a feeling it would be different. In fact, she knew it would be different. She was counting on it. She gave a small yawn and walked into her apartment. She was on the twentieth floor. As she walked to the elevator she sighed, realizing it was out of order. She gave a sigh and shook her head, She refused to walk. She forced opened the doors and got in the elevator, then climbed onto the roof. Rogue quickly began to make her way up by climbing up the shaft. When she finally did reach her floor, she forced open the doors once more and got herself in.

Rogue walked down the corridors until she came across her door. She unlocked the door and walked in, then shut it, not bothering to lock the door. She then went over to the window, opening it as wide as it would go. She didn't want to trouble her guest, by not allowing him to gain access to her room. Rogue got into bed and gently closed her eyes, she didn't care what came for her, but, she was prepared, oh, she made sure she was prepared for what was to come. She smiled as she closed her eyes, wrapping herself up in her covers. It would all come according to her plan soon.

Dressed as he was in a pair of dark washed jeans, black long sleeved shirt, and grey sneakers, Jack practically blended in with the shadows around him. The only thing uncovered that provided light to his appearance was his blonde hair, The fair locks reflecting the moonlight and creating the illusion of a halo around his head. With the combination of his pale skin and the circle of light around his head, he could almost pass for an angel. But Jack was one of the farthest things from an angel. He was a Hunter. And he hadd caught the scent of his prey.

Trailing silently down the street after the lingering smell of the human that had so attracted his attention, Jack felt the saliva beginning to pool within his mouth, his fangs extending at the idea of his next meal, and he increased the tempo of his lope into a run. It didn't take him long to reach the apartment building that she had vanished into, the vampire coming to an abrupt halt outside of the double doors. Gaze trailing upwards, He quickly located the only open window on the 20th floor, the sight provoking a grin. could it really be so easy? Using the cracks and crevices in the side of the building, he scaled The wall of the apartments with inhuman speed, Going from ground to windowsill in just under a minute. Once at the top, he finally hesitated, eyes lingering hungrily on the face of the young woman he had been trailing for most of the early night, disbelieving in his absurd luck and the ease in which he had been able to locate her. But after that second had passed, He silently slipped into the room, Bending his face towards her exposed throat and eagerly cutting his fangs into her vein, the wash of hot blood filling his mouth with pleasure.

Rogue awoke when the fangs sunk into her neck, although, she did not move, nor open her eyes. She just laid there and let him drink, and she would watch him spat it out, she smiled. Her eyes slowly opened as she sat up to see a vampire. Her dark blue hair blew in the wind from the open window, as she watched him coughed and stumble around. She didn't like vampires too much, in fact, she didn't really like anyone. She had no friends, for a simple reason, she avoided them all. To them, she didn't exist. She was nothing, just like they were. She got out of bed, ignoring the vampire as she got herself dressed. Placing her scarf around her neck and then turned around to the vampire with a bored yawn. She watched as he would now have visions of her, of how cold she really was. He would see her past, of those she killed. He would see that she left a dying man who pleaded for mercy. He would then see her walk through a dark alley, blood dripping from her swords as she stared onto what seemed to be a shrine of some sort. Then he would come back to reality, she smiled to him, she wasn't sure what he had been through just now, what had just happened, but she couldn't care less.

"What time do you call this? It took you long enough. Anyway, I hope you liked the blood, but considering you spat it out, I guess you didn't. Obviously I've got bad blood. I can't be assed to deal with the likes of you right now anyway. So, you can help yourself out, right?"

She yawned again and walked straight passed him. She then got onto the balcony and looked back to him, she didn't care if he tried to drink her blood, as long as he stayed out of her way, he would be fine. She then dove off the balcony and disappeared in the night. She couldn't even be seen by a vampire, it was like she just vanished. There was no trace of her whatsoever, expect the remains of her blood on the floor. Although it wasn't abnormal for her, she vanishes into the darkness frequently, where she goes is unknown, nobody knows. Where would such a young girl be going at a time like this? Nobody knows, will the secret ever be spilled? That is a question to be answered another time.

His throat quite suddenly and violently closed up on him, Refusing the offering of blood he gave it, And Jack felt as if his entire body was wanting to revolt, His insides to push their way out of his body. Instinctively, he jolted back away from the girl, spitting out the blood still pooled within his mouth, barely able to see it splattered across the floor as he was suddenly engulfed by a stream of violent and depressing images. He groaned, clutching at his head as the pressure built, Barely aware of the girl as she stood from her bed, Staring directly at him.

What in The name of all that is evil is she?

Just as it was becoming too much for him to take, his body collapsing onto his knees, The images suddenly released him, leaving Jack panting like some weak human on the bedroom floor, his gray-green eyes bright and feverish as he stared at the strange girl. She had spoken of blood, hating vampires, but the memories that had been consuming his mind left her words shattered and disjointed, slipping from him despite how quickly he tried to grasp them. He watched as she moved to the window, her silhouette outlined in silvery moonlight, And he had the sudden unsettling feeling that if he didn't stop her, something bad was going to happen. With a weak cry, he lunged forward, fingers outstretched to grab her, but his movements were sluggish, Clearly not fast enough to catch her as she suddenly vanished out into the night, no trace of her to be seen. Leaning against the railing of the balcony, he searched fruitlessly in the darkness, Hoping for any sign of her to appear. But as his body suddenly collapsed into unconsciousness at the edge of the precipice, black tunnels forming in his vision, he knew that he wouldn't find her no matter how hard he searched...