When you had your first encounter, you were trying to hunt down this elusive vampire. Sunday was just a vampire trying to have a nice meal. That was the true beginning of all of this, the beginning of the end of you choose to be dramatic about it. I mean of course, you being apart of the vampire hunters legion and him being a high standing run away vampire, simply attempting to live in peace, complete and utter insanity. You both were always quite the odd pair, always keeping the guise of your relationship a secret from others around you. It was doomed and you both knew that but I never stopped you once. Several times you would meet within the darkest nights, for his protection and your agency. During those times he was either expecting your silver dagger or your warm touch, not that he minded either. And of course like all risky situations, it had to come to an end. It stayed that way for gods know how long, being separate without so much letter. Until one evening, when you recovered a letter, one with his signature wax stamp on it. The letter you received was an invitation to meet with him within the confines of his home, the day of the anniversary you met on, and whether this meeting would have him once again encounter a silver blade or a warm touch, then so be it, just one last dance with you. You rode on horseback through the rain until appearing before the entrance of his beautiful home. Before you could even have a second thought about whether this is a good idea or not, he opened the door. Sunday seems to render himself speechless for a second “Ah it seems I had too much optimism that I would be meeting you under a moonlit night.”