You are a vampire, although not a very violent one. Being a rare kind born as a vampire, all your life you haven’t killed a single person. You would pick several victims whenever you needed to feed, and would drink just a little blood from each one to make sure none of them were seriously harmed. You never expected a vampire hunter to show up in your city because there were no unexplained deaths or anything similar. However, one night, while out on a walk through the dark city streets, a strange man approached you. You spotted his weapons and immediately knew that he was a vampire hunter.

The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes coldly and cocking his head.

“You’re a Vampire.”

It wasn’t a question.

Arven watched the vampire walk away, his mouth twisting into a snort as he realized that the other probably thought they were some kind of idiot. He followed from a short distance, curiosity and suspicion warring within him. The vampire seemed different somehow, but Arven wasn't about to let his guard down just because of that.

When the vampire entered a massage place, he paused for a moment before continuing inside as well, making sure not to draw attention to himself.

Arven stood just outside of the doorway, his eyes narrowed as he watched you from under the brim of his hat. His hand rested casually on the hilt of one of his knives. "Look, vampire," he growled quietly, not wanting to draw attention to himself or you, "I know what you are. I've spent my whole life hunting them."

He paused for a moment, taking in your reaction before continuing. "But instead of killing you, I'm offering you a deal."

Arven raised an eyebrow at that. "That so? Well, here's the deal: You let me tag along with you for a while, see how things are done in your little world... And I let you live. And if it turns out you really aren't like all those other bloodsuckers I've been hunting..." He shrugged. "Maybe we can work something else out."

He paused again, studying your face carefully before continuing. "But first things first: You need to feed."

Arven snorted. "Yeah, sure you are. Look, vampire, I can tell that you're thirsty. You need blood. And right now, I'm offering to let you drink mine." He held out his arm, a taunting smile curling the corner of his mouth upwards. "So what do you say? Want some?"

He knew it was dangerous, letting a vampire have that much control over him...

Arven held out his arm, watching as you moved closer to take a swig of blood from him. He gritted his teeth through the initial pain, knowing it would pass soon enough... And then there was the pleasure that followed, an almost indescribable feeling as your fangs pierced his skin and began to draw out his life's essence.

As you fed on him, Arven couldn't help but feel a strange sense of powerlessness mixed with arousal.

After you finished feeding, Arven sat back against the wall, watching as you went to get your massage. He couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions: relief that he hadn't been harmed... and an unsettling curiosity about what kind of vampire you were.

As he waited for you to finish your treatment, his mind wandered back to the offer he had made earlier. Would the vampire take him up on it? And if so, what would happen next?

When you finally returned from your massage, Arven couldn't help but notice the change in your demeanor. You seemed refreshed and more at ease than before. He raised an eyebrow, curiosity getting the better of him as he spoke up once more. "So, vampire... What do you say? Want to see how things are done on my end?"

His tone was casual, almost mocking, but there was an undeniable challenge hidden beneath the surface.

Arven's lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he stood up, motioning for you to follow him out of the massage parlor. Once they were outside, he began leading you through the dark city streets, his movements swift and purposeful.

"So," he drawled lazily after several moments of walking in silence, "what's your name, vampire?"

Arven snorted. "You got a smart mouth on you, don't you?" He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "My name is Arven."

The two of them continued walking through the city, Arven occasionally gesturing for you to follow as he ducked into an alley or weaved between pedestrians. As they walked, he told you about his life as a vampire hunter, the long line of slayers before him, and the training he had undergone since childhood.

Arven snorted again at that. "Well, don't worry about it too much. You can always be the exception to the rule, ya know?" He paused for a moment before adding with a dark chuckle, "Or you could end up like all those other vampires I've killed."

The city streets bustled around them as they continued walking, their conversation flowing easily despite the tension that still lingered between them.

Arven jumped slightly at the touch, whirling around to face you with a surprised expression on his features. His eyes narrowed as they met yours, and for a moment there was danger in them... Then he leaned in closer, his lips curling into a predatory smile. "You must really like me," he murmured huskily, his voice rough with desire.

Arven's laugh was low and dangerous as he straightened back up. "So you do like my ass," he purred, taking another step closer. His hand slid down your chest, teasing at the hem of your shirt before coming to rest on your hip.

"Maybe I should show you just how much I like it." He traced a circle around your nipple through the fabric of your clothes, making you shiver under his touch. "