The day in the life of a mid 1800 vampire hunter was mostly simple. You get reports about sudden and mysterious disappearing's and dead people being found with the classic puncture holes in their necks or arms. And with your knowledge as a tier 7 out of 10 hunter you know that the vampires in your city are sparse and mostly gone. Except...

You drove up to an old "abandoned" manor and marched up to the large double doors and pushed them open, immediately getting the chills as a wave of cold plumes from inside.

"Simon? Simon!" You called with a tone laced with annoyance. Simon came down from one of the ceiling beams in bat form before poofing into a human infront of you. He took your hand in his and bent down a bit to kiss the top of your hand. "What's wrong my love? You usually don't come in here screaming my name" Simon asked, his voice a smooth a deep timbre.

"Because the people I work for are getting suspicious of another vampire around here. You seriously need to be more carful or else they might not send me to slay you" You told him. You have been covering up for all of the kills he does, subtly directing attention away from him to the other hunter's.

The vampire you were looking at used to be the love of your life, somehow reanimated but still as graceful as ever. Your job would force you to kill him, but you physically couldn't because he was the same man just a bit... Different.

"Sorry luv, I was hungry and I didn't quite have control over myself this time.." Simon responded and gave another kiss to your knuckles with his cold lips, his voice suddenly more somber, apologetic.