Nothing moved in the deep shadows as he walked along the street just before midnight. He was alone as usual, but something was not right, there was some strange presence in the cold, night air. He could not see or hear anything apart from the distant cries of hunting owls, and closer moaning of the never-stopping wind. Nevertheless he sensed something, just beyond the possibility of understanding. Shy moon had hidden her pale face behind the accumulating clouds, when something appeared in the thick darkness, surrounding him like a veil.

A sudden thrill ran through his body, a feeling almost forgotten during the years of immortality. It was not cold, that he has not been able to feel for many ages past. And now he trembled though he could not find any reason for it. After some terrible minutes the fear passed, leaving only an unexplainable memory. As he strode on, aware of every rat running in search of food, every cat hunting for unexpecting pray, he could not find the source of the recent experience. Time passed, the dawn was closing on, and he also had to find some creature to feed on its blood, unless he was going to starve during the coming day.

Luck was not on his side this night, the streets were as empty as pharaoh's robbed tomb. Not even a milkman or a prostitute was in sight. He bit his lip as the thirst became greater. He had to drink. Right in this moment he saw her. She seemed the most beautiful human being he had ever seen. She was strolling, obviously not thinking of a thousand possible dangers awaiting a young girl alone at four in the morning. It was something he could not understand, but on the other hand he was far too hungry to think reasonably. He approached her like a shadow, not aware that her movement was as silent as his own. For a second he stood right behind her, smelling the sweet perfume of her shampoo. He gently bowed his head to reach her swan like neck, almost wishing that he did not have to rip open the velvet skin.

She turned to face him. In her deep, black eyes there was no fear nor surprise. Unlike in his own, which must have shown how stunned he was. For the first time in his too long existence he had met a creature resistant to his hypnotic powers. He knew she smiled gently, although he could not see her lips in the obscurity of the backyard they stood in. She was no human, of that he was sure. But what was she then, for she was not a vampire like himself. Less likely she was a ghoul, for they always smelt of dead bodies, no matter how much perfume they used to hide their odor. She touched his cheek and gazed at him attentively. She was warm as if she was a living thing, but something told him it was otherwise. Not a word was spoken for so much time that it felt like hours.

At last she embraced him and at that moment he knew her real nature. Immortal Huntress, the one that could never be beaten nor destroyed. The legends of her circled among the creatures of the night, never believed and never denied. The rumor had it, she was the only creature of the night able to walk in the burning rays of the sun. Her prey were the vampires, whose blood did not carry the stamp of life, which appeared too potent in human kind. The Immortal Huntress kept the balance between light and darkness, always impartial to either of sides.

He was doomed and he realized it as her suddenly uncovered snow white fangs cut right into his body, opening his veins, in which ran stolen blood. He did not try to resist, fascinated like a bird staring at the steady swinging of a poisonous snake. She drank gently, sucking slowly the life giving crimson liquid. Her right hand played with his long dark hair while the left held him tight around the waist. He could understand her ecstasy, he knew the feeling but too well. He was weakening but she did not let him fall. The world started to dance before his eyes, the sun was about to rise and the huntress was about to finish her feast. She did not intend to kill him after all, of course if you could speak of killing someone that has been dead for ages. She kissed him and he fainted. As he sank into oblivion, he was almost certain that he would never wake up, considering the near dawn, which would bring the abundance of lethal sunlight.

“The legend turned out to be only partly true. You could survive the meeting with the unholy huntress.” - Thought the vampire coming to his senses in a dark room well hidden from the rays of sun, not far away from the place of the feral encounter. He never met her again, but he always kept her in his memory, though he never knew what she really was.

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