Howdy there folks! How's it going?! Yes, I am here with a little excerpt from a new story I may be posting! That's up to you. I didn't think that there were enough vampire stories out there today. Even though I can't really compete with all the extremely awesome ones, I can try, right?

Those of you who want to know when To Love or To Hate's new chapter will be up, just know that I'm working on it. There are only a few chapters left-maybe less-and I'm trying my best to wrap things up nicely.

This story is about a vampire, Mamoru, who has been searching for his true love for centuries (Usagi). In Usagi's point of view, we get to see how it feels to be stalked by a vampire who's strange… yet TOTALLY GORGEOUS. It doesn't help much that Usagi's job is working for the police of Tokyo, fighting off vampires…

And FINALLY,here it is:

"How long has it been? How long have I waited to touch your skin, to feel your silk hair?" His gaze lowered. "Your petal-soft lips that I never got to taste again…" I looked up into his face. Glazed eyes were still staring at my mouth, a far away expression within them. Satin black hair adorned his head, and all black clothes to match, billowing in the wind. He looked no older than twenty-five, but I knew that the eye can be deceiving at times. There was a powerful aura emitting from him, and in the back of my mind I remembered an old legend that told of a vampire who reeked of supreme authority. It was said that he goes from lifetime to lifetime, searching for his one and only…

Even though I am a vampire slayer, hunter, demolisher, whatever you'd like to call it, I'd never met him before, yet he was the one vampire I was most curious about. However, I had a little thing for wanting to meet the Master, too. There was a strange feeling inside me that said I was being kept from the two for a reason.

"Are you going to bite me?" I asked in a business-like tone, but the fear that I tried to restrain quivered. I'd only handled weak vampires before then. I didn't come out that night to meet a century-old one. It seemed that I didn't have to fight him, because he had me rooted onto my spot. I couldn't move if I tried.

He chuckled and tilted my head to the side, neck plain in view. He lowered himself down for kill, but just as his teeth grazed over that vein, he whispered in my ear, "You bury me deeper and deeper into the grave every time, but I would rather you do that than me take away the thing that keeps me wanting and hating you at the same time."

"And what is that?" I asked.

"Your life." He left me then, disappearing into thin air. I made a mental note of this, because it meant he could drop in on me at any time.

Usually when a vampire vanishes, there's a smell of blood, since they've probably been feeding. What was strange, though, was that the scent he left was different.


… there we go! If you guys would like to see more of this story, review and tell me! You can also email me, I loooooove getting email! I want to write a story like this, so REVIEW ALREADY!!

Till next time, rock on…