Sabine and Jasper

Sabine lifted her curtain of black hair away from her face tying it in a loose bun on the top of her head. A few strands fell and framed her face is a seductive yet unapproachable way. Her skin tight tan leather outfit accented her lean body. At her hips was a long wooden stake and a crossbow. She was sitting perched on a balcony of an apartment over an alley. Jasper, her highly trained and deadly Great Pyrenees, sat quietly next to Sabine. He was her most important ally. Sabine quietly removed her stake from its holster and stood up. She could sense her prey coming.

Stumbling into the ally was a buff guy with his arm around a very petite girl. She couldn't have been more than seventeen, but she seemed to be trying to be older. She probably came from the bar around the corner with a fake ID. She was the perfect target. The man with his arm around her was heavily tattooed with his hair jelled and a biker jacket. He was also significantly older. Bingo.

The man pushed and pinned the girl against the opposite brick wall. He kissed her fiercely as he put a hand up her skirt. She wrapped her leg around his torso pulling him closer to her. They hungrily pushed and pulled at each other. It was rough, and passionate. The man pulled the woman up so she straddled his waist. She reached down to unzip his pants.

Sabine watched uncomfortably from her perch. In order to identify a vampire, more often than not, she had to witness public sex. Being a voyeur didn't quite appeal to her, or to Jasper who whined next to her. He wanted action, and she couldn't blame him, waiting for them to finish was quite boring. Vampires were known to fuck-and-suck, it was a necessary part of her job to wait, watch, and hunt.

After an quick tryst, the man put the girl back on her feet and they both adjusted their clothes. Sabine clicked her tongue at Jasper who began trotting down the fire escape. Sabine herself leapt right off the balcony onto a garbage dumpster and sled off the siding onto a low crouch facing the couple. She had on hand out in front of her and the other with the stake stretched out behind her like a cobra poised for the sting. The girl screamed a little, but the man grinned foolishly.

“Aren't you a pretty little thing,” he said to Sabine. “Did you like what you saw? You want seconds.”

Sabine smirked, “If your seconds are anything like your firsts, I'd be better off with my stake here.”

The man growled and attacked Sabine. She used his bulky figure against him and he ran headfirst into the wall. As he crumpled to the floor moaning, Sabine poised her stake to strike him in the heart. Something grabbed her arm from behind. Sabine turned to see the girl barring her sharp teeth. Of course, the vulnerable looking one was the vampire, oldest trick in the book. Sabine and the girl circled each other, Sabine twirling the stake in her hand threateningly. The girl sprung at Sabine like an animal, but Sabine was more than prepared. With just a flick of her wrist, the girl slammed her own heart into the stake. As Sabine pulled the stake out of the girl's heart, the vampire teeth vanished as did the girl in a puff of ash. The one good side of slaying vampires was no clean up.

Sabine dusted herself off and re-holstered her stake. Just as she was about to go back up the fire escape, she was knocked to the ground face-first. The man, who it turned out was also a vampire, had pinned her to the ground and was attempting to bite her neck. “I've always wanted to taste a slayer,” he uttered lowly. Sabine was powerless.

She whistled through her teeth and Jasper came bounding out of the dark and latched his teeth into the vampire's neck. He screamed as Jasper's fur was becoming increasingly stained with red blood. The bloodsucker tried to hurl the Pyrenees off of him, but Jasper was too big and strong. Within a few seconds, Jasper had bitten clean through the vampires neck. Having been decapitated, he burst into a similar puff of ash as his deceased girlfriend.

Jasper came up to Sabine with his tale wagging and blood dripping from his usually pristine white mouth.

“Oh Jasper, you're so gross. Now I have to give you a bath and I just gave you one last night. If it's not mud, it's blood. Alright, come on.”

Sabine and Jasper stalked off into the night, a dynamic vampire slaying duo.