Her constant shadow, he moves stealthly on the other side of the cemetary, watching her slender form through the misty gravestones. His head is bent, slightly, as if he is sniffing the trail and ready for a sudden blow; the shockingly blonde curls gleaming lightly in the silver moonlight. His dark eyebrows are set grimly under his noble forhead, one with an ancient proud scar. His icey blue eyes, like a rain-washed sky on the horizon- almost white, look carefully around the scenery, and catch movement of another of his kind. The other vampire jumps out, heedless and unknowing of the master that she is facing. Spikes smooth and gently pouting lips curve into a sinister grin, his tongue darts out to playfully lick his teeth and bottom lip. The cheeks sink into his face even more, pulling the dark bones under his eyes out in razor sharp contrast. Engaged in the dance, its his favorite song. His dull silver rings pound with his masculine fist into the ridged face of his opponent. She is a young vampire, and fights back as best she can, but he throws her off with his powerful kicks and swings; black leather pants clinging to his muscular legs as his boots thrust her onto the ground, his leather cape of a coat swinging magestically behind his fighting body. He grabs her violently, and pulls her up off the cold dew sprinkled grass and into his chest. She can feel his hard muscles of his chest and abs against her back and shudders as his hand tightens on her chubby neck. He laughs- a ringing triumphant laugh, amused at her lack of strength. Suddenly his ridges and yellow eyes flash and he lowers his fangs to her neck, fooling her. He can feel the arousal of this stupid vampire, as she smells his midnight smell of alcohol and smoke and feels the length of his powerful body against hers. He sighs and pulls out the slender piece of wood, and thrusts it into her chest. Her whimper, and then a gentle explosion of dust. His demon disappears. The warm body of the Slayer approaches and regards him carefully. He looks into her eyes. A midnight master, a vampire who fights for the thrill of the dance. But she is the one he really wants to dance with. It will have to wait, for she turns slightly to walk away, gesturing with her head- asking him to come with her to patrol silently. He smiles just slightly, the shred of humanity left in him beaming hollowly at her, before moving next to her and into the darkness of the undead world.