Once more, he'd gone out. James was out to do a good deed, or so he thought. It didn't matter what the vampires thought, how many times they tried to convince him that vampires weren't bad. He'd seen it happen, he had been attacked and that wasn't even the worst. One night, Bianca had disappeared. She'd gone out for a walk and she never came back. Or... she did come back, but not alive. She had been killed, and though anyone else would think she'd just been attacked by some sick bastard - and well she had been, obviously - James recognized certain things about her state now she was dead. A vampire had killed her. And not only that, the vampire had been sick enough to send her back to James in that state.

So James was now a father living alone with his almost 2½ year old child. Frankie wouldn't remember much of her mother, Bianca never cared much for her daughter. It had mostly been James who took care of her, and Frankie was in many ways definitely her daddy's girl. It was also for her he was fighting now, while she was at home with her nanny. He would not have the same thing happen to Frankie like what happened to her mother! He'd avenge Bianca, and he'd not stop, ever. So James had trained, he might be almost 40 years old now... but he worked out and he had done a lot of combat training once more, he'd taken fencing lessons and all kinds of lessons that would be useful when you wanted to be a vampire hunter.

On ordinary days, you'd most likely find James in some kind of grey or brown suit, but this wasn't an ordinary day. It was nighttime, and James wore only black clothes. It seemed fitting. In his pockets he had several silver chains, he even wore one around his neck - but there was no crucifix in it, for what God would allow creatures such as vampires to walk around freely? James could not make himself believe in that anymore. He also had a specially made silver dagger, and other things that might be useful, like a gun with silver bullets that he'd used before. By now he wandered through the park, looking out for some random vampire to attack and kill. It wouldn't be a first. He had begun hunting vampires even before Bianca died, but he'd not been good at it - he was now. When she was dead, he did not mourn for a long time. He went out to kill, and so he did. James had by now killed a total of 3 random vampires, and he hoped that tonight, he'd find a fourth.

Quintus had followed James to the park, for once reason only....revenge. See, he remembered when the human attacked Natalia two years ago, nearly killing her if it wasn't for the elder vampire Varg who stopped him. But that wasn't enough for Quintus...no he wanted this human to suffer. Even if Natalia wasn't his fledgling, the fact that he attacked a fairly innocent vampire would have been enough to piss Quintus off, but the fact that it WAS his fledgling only made it worse for the human. Since that incident, Quintus had kept an eye on James over the years, but not to the point of stalking him like he had Percy. He knew the type of human this James was and that would more or less lead him right to Quin.

He had not known about his girlfriend's demise, neither was he the cause of it. Then again, he didn't really care enough to know about his personal life. It was pretty simple what Quintus was after, and that was this human's blood. Even now he could still see the images of Natalia crawling along the ground, pleading with the human who simply showed no remorse towards her. That made a low growl erupt from within his chest up to his throat. The more he replayed it in his head, the more angry he got. He lurked within the shadows, following with ease as his deep blue-grayish eyes stared at the human. Of course he didn't think lightly of this human. He had years to train, and it seemed he did. Quintus wouldn't think it would be easy of course, but he also thought it wouldn't be that hard either.

He found it quite humorous though that the human was dressed in black. As if trying to blend in with the night. "Fool, I can still see you" He thought to himself, now leaning under a nearby tree, still using the darkness to hide. With arms crossed, those eyes watched as the human searched for his next victim. Unfortunately for him....he had a rather crazed vampire watching him. Usually Quintus would play with his potential victims, but tonight he meant business. Stepping out from the shadows, he appeared not too far off from the human, his own attire consisting of dark jeans, boots, white shirt and a waist length black trench coat. Tilting his head curiously, he flashed a toothy grin at the human, making it pretty known what he was "Good evening human" He spoke out to him, his tone a bit low.

James wasn't dressed in black because he tried to blend with the night. It was just as if it seemed fitting, when you were a person who 'worked' at night and outside and had to kill... it felt wrong to wear a sparkling light grey suit or something. So black trousers and a black shirt and a black coat, and black shoes. Though he still had his blonde hair and all, but as mentioned, he was not trying to hide. He just thought it fitting.

The park was awfully quiet tonight. He'd hunted here before, for vampires, and it wasn't always this quiet. It made James think that he wasn't alone, when it was this quiet. Something was here, something living but then not quite. For why would everyone else leave a park, if the other one who was here wasn't somehow dangerous? Even vampires could sense other vampires, he knew that, and they could sense age and so on too. James had done his homework, he knew about vampires a few years before most others did - he was part of the reason why they were exposed, because he'd investigated them back then too. As one of the first, he took more notice than most.

James stood still when he thought he heard a sound, and he looked around. His eyes fell upon a figure that stepped out of the shadows, well dressed and smiling a fanged smile at him. Here we go, he thought, and stuck a hand in his pocket to quietly wrap a silver chain around his wrist, so it was close if needed. "Good evening... vampire." James replied, raising his head a bit, he did not seem afraid. Come what may, he thought to himself, as long as he did not die, and he knew he would not. James was good at staying alive, even if he sometimes only just managed to do it. But with all those vampire encounters in the past, and he still lived... no, he was not about to die anytime soon. He'd fight for Frankie, for as long as they both lived.

Quintus eyed his hand that he slipped into his pocket, curious as to what trinket he had in there. But he quickly brought his eyes back up onto the human, not wanting to take his eyes off of him for a second. Hm, so it seemed he wasn't afraid...well good. As much as he enjoyed fear in humans, it was nice to come across one who was actually not afraid and willing to put up a fight.

"Well, I suppose I should spare the friendly chatter now shouldn't I?" He asked him, not moving from his spot "I do....have a...how do they say it, a bone to pick with you." Taking a step forward, Quintus slipped his hands into his own jean pockets, careful not to get too close to the human "Do you recall about two years ago...an incident here in this very park with a rather beautiful female vampiress?" He asked him...calmly...almost too calmly.

If he didn't, Quintus would gladly remind him of his actions that he took out against his fledgling. And if he needed more reminding....well Quintus would gladly physically show him just exactly what he did to his love.

Long sleeves and a deep pocket ensured that vampire could not see just what James picked up in his pocket. James was far from stupid, or else he would have died long ago. Maybe some would call it stupid, to hunt vampires like he did, but James felt he had no other choice. Vampires weren't meant to be. They did not even have beating hearts, they were monsters without a heartbeat, and they tore families apart, they killed without a thought. And even the good ones he'd met... well he thought they were good. But any vampire would turn into a monster, if pushed far enough.

The vampire he met tonight was no exception, though James was pretty sure that this one was never a good vampire. The way he spoke and there was something about those eyes... now the vampire even said he had a bone to pick with James. James arched a brow and waited to hear what the vampire had to say. He did not move when the vampire did.

He nodded at the question, "I don't know if there is such a thing as a beautiful vampire. But besides that... then yes. Did you know her?" James asked, "If you know about the incident, then you'd also know I failed to kill her. Another vampire stepped in and saved her... and as far as I recall, it wasn't you." James continued. The vampiress was probably still alive and doing fine, so what if she'd gotten a few scars thanks to the silver bullets James fired at her, but she didn't die. And she was saved... not by this vampire though. So what was his problem?

Quintus wasn't a mind reader, he didn't know what the human had in his pockets. All he saw was just his hand slip into one, so he assumed there had to be something of interest in them. Either way, he kept a very close eye on this human...his movements, the way he spoke...just everything. He knew all to well never to let his guard down around scorned humans...such as this one. They were the more dangerous ones.

James would be right in his assessment of Quintus. He was never really a good vampire. Hell he had a hit list of people he was going to kill all because they were keeping Natalia away from him. He was far from good even if at times he could be seen as such by others.

Quintus scoffed at his first comment but was glad he remembered that incident. "Yes...I do know her" He answered his first question, then listened as he went on. "Oh that I do know as well. I know she was saved...by him" The way he said him was if he had a disgusting taste in his mouth. If only he had saved Natalia that night, she wouldn't have fallen in love with that other vampire. He shook his head lightly from those thoughts. He needed to focus on the human in front of him. "Anyway....that was my fledgling you attacked..." He went on to explain, taking another step closer "You do know how sires feel about them correct? If not, let me explain....they are apart of us. And if anyone...attacks them...well we get a little crazy.." His head tilted to the other side, a devious smirk on his face "So, you attacked mine...nearly killed her even as she begged for you to stop. Yet you showed no mercy....you are the type of human that I personally hate and enjoy killing."

He should just go on and try to kill the vampire. Not all this talk. But if he made a move, this vampire might do an even faster move, and James did not want to end up on his back on the ground again and a vampire hovering over him. He'd tried that too many times in the past, which was part of the reason why he stood here right now. James did not know if he could get to kill tonight, but hurt... that would work too. As long as he did something.

The vampire confirmed that he did know the female vampire James attacked a few years back, and James had mentioned that it was not this vampire who saved her. He seemed to dislike the other vampire who saved the blonde. That gave James an idea, but he pushed it back into his mind, it could be in his subconsciousness and then surface once it was developed. James knew the mind worked like that, or at least his did. If you could not find the solution to a problem, forget about it and the mind would work it out on its own.

James said nothing though, watched the other vampire shake his head and then tell James he'd attacked his fledgling. The vampire stepped closer. James curled his fingers more on the silver chain he held in his hand, but kept parts of it loose in case he had to swing it up quickly. The vampire talked about fledglings and sires being close, and that sires went crazy. James smiled one of his beaming confident smiles, those some people tended to find annoying because it just seemed so genuine - and really it was.

"I show no mercy to any vampires. So it's interesting, that any vampire is the type of vampire I enjoy killing." James told the vampire, "Care to tell me your name at least, before you try to make my daughter an orphan or I make your fledgling one?" He paused, "Though if I may... I suggest a compromise?"

The talking was getting quite annoying with Quintus too, but he had to get a feel for this human again. Two years was enough time for one to change, and this human certainly had. He seemed more ruthless now towards Quin's kind, which was fine with him. It would make hurting and possibly killing this human all the more fun. But then he thought on it...maybe he wouldn't kill him...no he would just wound him like he did Natalia.

It had been awhile since Quin had a good fight though with a human and this James fellow seemed he just might put up a good fight. Whatever the result of this little confrontation would be, Quintus would enjoy it...greatly.

Quintus raised a brow seeing a smile cross the human's face. It confused him as to why he was smiling, but upon hearing his words, he understood why exactly he was smiling now. Giving a lightly chuckle he crossed his arms, not moving any closer. "Well good....for I show no mercy towards humans....of any kind" His laughter only grew hearing him speak of making Natalia an orphan "Quintus...if you must know" A brow raised though curious to his compromise "What is this compromise you speak of?" He asked.

James had changed a lot during the last few years, but he'd changed most within this year. After all, it was late 2011 that he lost Bianca... and though he probably ought to mourn her, he more wanted to avenge her. Both for her sake, and for Frankie's sake. And apparently this vampire wanted to kill James, well good, for James wanted to kill him too. It wasn't really vampires he feared... he never really feared vampires. It was more the pain he feared, death, he didn't want to die. And he did not want to feel pain. So he just had to outsmart them.

And now he smiled. Of course it would confuse the vampire, it confused most people who were out to get him, because they just didn't get that beaming smile. James rather liked that. And then he told the vampire how he would enjoy killing any type of vampire, just after the vampire said that James was the type of human he'd enjoy killing.

The vampire chuckled. Crossed his arms. "Oh so it's not just 'my type' then?" James asked with a smile still plastered on his face, the vampire had just contradicted himself. First he said James' type and then he said any kind of human was the kind of human he showed no mercy towards. All the more reason to kill him. But maybe he wouldn't, for it would seem they had something in common...

"I do like to know the names of vampires, it's easier to keep track then." James explained, and then he spoke of a compromise, which did seem to interest the vampire. "That other vampire, who saved your fledgling that night... you want him dead, don't you?" James said, "Well, he's a vampire... meaning I want him dead too. We could be of use to each other, couldn't we?"

Quintus brought his index finger up to tap at his chin "Hm, no I suppose it isn't" He chuckled "Does it matter? I want you dead...it is simple as that" He said it as if it was the most common thing in the world. Sure he had contradicted himself, but the goal was still the same...he wanted this human dead.

Quintus nodded "As do I...well for humans at least. So tell me human, what is your name?" He asked him back, though it would be quite easy to find out his name even if he didn't tell him. Then he had grabbed his attention about a compromise, and well being a man interested in compromises he listened to this human's. A brow raised curiously hearing his offer. Hm...it was a very good offer.

"Yes I do.." He said with a nod "Hm...that has me intrigued...but how could I trust you?" He asked with a raised brow

So this vampire wanted him dead... well James would want him dead too, but he could almost guess the outcome. He had a feeling this wasn't your ordinary young vampire, no, this one was probably very old. When vampires hit a certain age and amount of strength, you could almost feel the air sizzle with their power. James got a little hint of that with this one. He remembered when he'd met Adnan, who was even older. James knew he was a vampire the moment he saw the man, and that's because of all that strength. It was so... not human.

But he had an idea what the outcome might be, if he tried to fight this Quintus. And though he could kill vampires, it required skill, and he had yet to become skilled enough to kill every vampire he met. Most times, he just managed to wound them, he had only killed three so far. Three was more than none though. Still, he had to make sure Frankie didn't become an orphan too early in her life.

"I'm James." James replied to the vampire when Quintus asked about his name. It only seemed fair to tell the vampire when the vampire told him. And then James had begun to speak of the compromise idea he had, that they could be useful to each other. James wanted any vampire dead - meaning of course also the one who saved Quintus' fledgling here from James once. And Quintus wanted the same vampire dead. He grinned when Quintus asked how he could trust James, "I could ask the same... which should make it more intriguing? But the fact is, you want him dead and so do I. If you let me live, I'll focus on tracking him. And not you. Though I still wonder why you haven't killed him yet."