(A/N) Hey Jarry fans! It's me DBA with another Jarry FF, I swear I'm getting hooked with them, and ideas are literally buzzing around in my head. I mean, I have to take a notebook around with me, and the minute I have an idea, it goes right to the page, and I decide if I like it or not. It's all very fun.

Anyway... this story is supernatural *gasp!* and involves a vampire and a vampire hunter. That's all I'm gonna say so far. Read on, and if I get 5 reviews, I'll update.

Warnings/things you need to know:

1. Story is in Jerry's POV, he may be OOC, but please excuse that.

2. Jack is a dominant-type vampire. ;)

3. May get M rated in some chapters.

4. Future chapters may include torture (some mildly M rated stuff)

5. Remember to review.

6. Oh yeah, and if any of you want OC's in this story, review with their name, gender, all the basic stuff, and I'll see if I can fit it into the story, but please don't be offended if I happen to kill one of your characters.

Shall we say 5+ reviews? And I'll start writing the next chapter.

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~Kickin' it~

A wicked laugh broke the silence of the night.

I turned abruptly, brushing against the thicket of bushes. I knew I would be discovered any moment. I clenched my fists and moved further into the bushes. There was no doubt in my mind that the vampire I was hunting would kill me without a second glance if she saw me. Kim Crawford was a newborn, she hadn't even aged a year. But it was in a vampire's nature to kill any opposing threat, in this case: Me.

I'd become a hunter when I was ten years old. My parents didn't know anything about it. All the hunters are recruited in secret. Our latest one, Milton Krupnick only lasted five days, because of a stupid mistake he made. He let a vampire drink his blood. No vampire would be able to resist a hunters blood, Milton knew that, and tried to lure the vampire over to him, but the vampire was crafty and killed him.

Oddly enough, the vampire didn't drain Milton dry like Rudy (the head hunter) had thought. Milton had, had his neck snapped. We both suspected it was the work of an older vampire, seeing as they have better control over their bloodlust than the younger ones. That was why I had to be careful, but I was also lucky, because it was easier to wound a newborn vampire. The pain got to them quick enough.

I froze as I heard another rustle of bushes.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts, pulled a stake from my belt, and moved completely out into the open. It was risky, but I was experienced enough. I heard the sound of high heels reverbrating through the silent night. I spun around in the direction they were coming from, and saw a blonde girl walking towards me. Kim. I darted behind a tree, shimmed up it, and held the stake above my head. Waiting to throw it.

Just like I predicted, Kim walked right under the tree. I had to time it right, I couldn't risk injuring her, and then getting attacked, or alerting her mate if she had one. I waited a few more moments, and then hurled the stake downwards. It hit her with precision, embedding itself in her back. I jumped down the tree just as Kim fell to the ground, hissing in pain.

Her upper lip curled back just enough to hiss at me and reveal her fangs, but it wouldn't do her any good. Her body greyed and she fell to the floor. Dead. I picked up her body and pulled it into the woods. I then began throwing large branches together in a pile. After they became a mound, I put Kim's body on the top, and pulled my stake out of her chest.

I got my lighter out of my pocket and flicked it on, and threw it over Kim's body. The flame ignited the branches, and engulfed her body. I watched as the smoke drifted up into the air. I had to be sure Kim's body had burnt, because if someone discovered the body, and a Medical Examiner saw it, they'd know something was up immeadiately.

Vampires have different blood cells to humans, they have no white cells at all, seeing as they can't get sick from anything except a werewolf bite. Hunters have less white cells than a human, but a doctor wouldn't notice unless they looked really closely.

As Kim's body turned to ash, I started to make my way back to my house, no doubt Rudy would be waiting for me. That was another thing I never understood, why not just meet somewhere secluded? I knew he was either coming to congratulate me, or send me on my next hunt, and knowing my luck, it would be my next hunt.

~Kickin' it~

(One hour later)

I tossed my bag on the table and plopped down on the hard wood chair. Ignoring the urge to climb straight into my bed. Rudy hadn't gotten here yet, so to pass the time, I unzipped my bag and studied my stakes. They were all blunt, and needed to be sharpened.

I grabbed my knife off the side and began sharpening the first stake. I was careful not to make too much noise, as I didn't want my Mum coming in and seeing me. It would be very hard to explain. My little sister would be alot easier to explain it to though, I could just say I'm preparing my halloween costume for next year. She was a gullible five year old with a Carebears obsession, she definetely would believe me.

My door suddenly opened and to my relief, I saw Rudy walk in. He observed my room quickly, pulled up a chair, straddled it backwards and sat down while I kept sharpening my stakes. It was alot harder than it looked.

"Well, Kim Crawford's dead, Eddie collected her ashes. Well done." Jason commented.

"Thanks." I smiled. "What about Ricky?"

Ricky Weaver was Kim's sire, and luckily for me, I didn't have to kill him. He was three-hundred years old, and the oldest vampire I'd ever killed was shy of a hundred years old. I was guessing Eddie, another one of the slayers, had been sent after him. The more experienced a hunter was, the older the vampires they could take on.

"He's dead too. Eddie's a bit scratched up, but he'll be fine." Rudy said.

"So, I take it you didn't come here just to talk to me?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as I moved onto my last stake.

"Jack Anderson?" Rudy said. "Ever heard of him?"

"Yeah. Why?" I asked suspiciously.

I felt adrenaline and fear surge violently through my entire body. Jack Anderson was at least nine-thousand years old, closer to ten thousand years old. He was the first vampire ever to walk the earth, a ruthless killer, and also a werewolf. A hybrid defied all logic, that meant Jack had amber eyes, like a werewolf, but the same vampire visage that Kim had, had when she snarled at me earlier. Jack also had the combined agility of a werewolf and a vampire, so he would be faster, stronger and scarier.

How he came to be a hybrid was a mystery to all of us, especially since he couldn't be killed. Or if he could, no-one had found the way. He'd killed over five hundred slayers, and I feared I was going to be next.

"I need you to kill him tonight." Rudy's voice knocked me out of my thoughts.

"What!" I spluttered. "I'm not experienced enough! I-"

"Jerry, I know it's alot, but you're the best chance we have. Jack needs to be destroyed." Rudy said.

"But none of us know how!" I argued. "The most I could do would be to stick a stake in him and then get my heart ripped out."

"Try and capture him. Sedate him with acconite once you're close enough, and then stake his legs. It's worked on werewolves before." Rudy said.

"I'll try." I said nervously.

I was in for one hell of a ride.

~Kickin' it~

(Three hours later)

I grabbed my bag and headed out into the night. I had been fully stocked up by Rudy. I was given tranquiliser darts filled with acconite and nightshade, silver daggers, wooden stakes, nightshade grenades and a gun filled with wooden bullets. I was ready, and adrenaline was still surging through me, although I was aware this was the most dangerous hunt I was about to go on.

I was being sent to kill the unkill-able.

As I stepped outside, the fresh night air hit me full in the face, alerting me. I looked around as everything seemed to look different, trees looked like menacing shadows, and hanging lanterns seemed to be like piercing eyes, watching my every move. I shook myself out of my thoughts and started searching for Jack.

After a few hours, I finally found him. He was near the mall, talking to a lady.

Jack was taller than me but not by much, my head would have roughly came to the top of his nose. His skin was creamy and reminded me of clouds, and his brown hair was messy and unkempt, but he didn't look any less handsome, I hadn't got a clear view of his face yet, he had his back to me.

Quickly ducking behind a building, I gripped my stake tightly in my hand. I didn't want Jack seeing me just yet, I had a plan in my mind, but it was scraps and it wouldn't have worked anyway. I was initally going to stake him in the heart, but he wouldn't have died. He just defies logic!

I froze as I heard the rustle of bushes and heard the low, evil chuckle that Jack let out. I turned to where I thought it was coming from, and threw my stake as hard and as fast as I could.

"If I was a lot younger this might actually hurt Jerry." Jack said loud enough for me to hear.

My body tensed up. How did he know my name? I looked towards the bushes and I saw his outline get clearer and he walked towards me. He had a wicked smirk playing about his lips, as if he was up to no good. I saw my stake sticking out of his stomach, he didn't seem fazed by it, and kept walking. The way he walked was eerie, just like him. When he came to a stop a few inches away from me, his head was slightly down, his legs were shoulder-width apart and his arms were by his side. One reached for my stake and pulled it out slowly.

"You can't kill me Jerry." He said silkily. "Slayers more experienced, and certainly more cleverer than you have tried. And they've ended up six feet underground."

"How the hell do you know who I am?" I was scared, I wasn't about to deny it, but I wasn't going to back down either. Rudy was counting on me.

"Did you really think I'd settle into a town without knowing who all the slayers were?" Jack whispered. His voice made me feel strange. And I didn't like it.

I watched as he dropped my stake to the floor and it landed with a clatter. His face went into it's vampire form and I quickly got another stake out of my belt, not caring if Jack could see me or not. Like I predicted, Jack's eyes were burning amber, with those snake-like veins around them, and he had four fangs instead of two.

Suddenly I was up against a wall, his fingers tightly wrapped around my arm holding the stake. I held it noticably tighter as it was my only chance. I knew I had some more on my belt, but I had to be discreet in getting them. Jack suddenly rammed my arm into the wall sending sharp pains up and down my arm.

"Drop it." He hissed in my ear.

I cried out in pain, but kept my grip on the stake as best I could.

"I'm going to break your arm." Jack growled in a sing-song tone, sharply twisting it. I wasn't expecting him to do something like that. I cried out again and as I felt the stake slip through my fingers, I caught it quickly, earning a sinster chuckle from Jack.

"Hmmm." He looked at me and then to my wrist, licking his top lip sensually.

His eyes lit up like he had an idea. All I could do was watch helplessly as he bent his head down to my wrist, and sunk his fangs in, biting more than sucking. In fact, I couldn't feel any blood being drained out of me at all. The sudden shock of pain was enough to make me finally release the stake.

"God, I can barely control myself. What I wouldn't give for a bite right now." As Jack spoke, he licked his lips seductively and breathed heavily, all the while his hand snaked around my throat and tightened considerably.

"What are you doing?" I choked out, squirming in pain, trying to pull Jack's hand from my throat.

Jack smirked devillishly and licked his lips again, putting his fangs inches away from my cheek. "What I always do to people like you who try to kill me, there's something different about you though, so I may just take my time, and when I'm done you'll be begging me to kill you."

I felt shivers nip at my spine as he placed an open mouthed kiss on my soft spot under my ear, flicking his tongue against it. Jack would try to torment me in every way possible, so I had to stay strong, and refuse to give in to him. Who knows what he'll do to you. My inner voice whispered.

"Hmmn." Jack purred. "Your move hunter. Going once, going tw-"

Jack didn't have time to finish, as I rammed another stake into his stomach. He dropped me and I fell to the ground. I picked my body up and watched as Jack fell to his knees, growling in pain. Suddenly the growls turned into sinister laughter and Jack stood up, and pulled the stake out of his stomach.

"Ooh we're playing this game huh? It just got alot more fun." He purred again, growling.

I turned and ran. I didn't know where I could hide. Why had Rudy put me up to this? And why hadn't Jack killed me yet? Why was he acting like all this was a game? It bought me more time, but still... I jumped as I heard a rustle, and dived into the bushes. I covered my mouth to control my breathing. It wasn't working. I was terrified.

"I can smell you." Jack growled hotly. "I'll track you down, mark my words."

I squeezed my eyes shut, and then I remembered I wasn't the damsel in distress. I opened them again and ran off once I was sure Jack was elsewhere. I would really be screwed if he caught me. I'd staked him twice, and I was sure he didn't like it. I took a few more steps, clenching my fists in my pockets.

I yelped suddenly as something sharply grabbed my hair and threw me to the ground. I hit my head and rolled onto my back. I scoffed weakly as a figure came into view. It was Jack. He knelt down beside me and ripped my shirt open, running his fingers up and down the bare skin. I felt my body heat up and my eyes started to drift closed, but I kept them open. Jack smirked evilly at me.

"I'm having a problem I'm struggling with." He said absent-mindedly as he continued to stroke my sides gently, teasing the skin with his nails, but never penetrating it.

"I'm not sure wether I want to kill you or keep you." Jack's smirk was ever-present as my eyes widened.

I suddenly felt a small wave of pain as Jack clamped two fingers down on a pressure point in my neck. I was fighting with my body this time, it wanted to pass out, but I wanted to fight Jack off. He chuckled as he sensed my inner struggle, and applied more pressure. My eyes closed themselves almost immeadiately, and I felt darkness creep up on me.

It swallowed me within a matter of seconds.

~Kickin' it~

"Wakey wakey sleepyhead." A silky voice cooed as I tried to pull myself from the darkness.

I was slowly becoming more and more alert as seconds turned into minutes. I looked around and I was in some kind of room. It looked like a hotel room, but my vision was too blurred for me to make it out. Jack's smirking face clouded my eyeline and I tried to move away, but I couldn't. Something was stopping me.

I cried out in pain as I moved and something sharp dug into my wrists. I pulled my head up, and there were two chains which were secured to the ceiling. I followed the chains with my eyes, coming to my wrists. There were what appeared to be bear traps tightened around them. Dried trails of blood stained my wrists, and I could see Jack was focused solely on the blood, his eyes were burning with lust and every so often I heard a growl escape his throat.

I struggled against my restraints, but I knew it was no use. I couldn't get free. Jack circled me like an eagle, and it took me a moment to realise he was in just his jeans. I found I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, no matter how loudly my mind was screaming at me. I looked downwards, and to my horror, I was shirtless too.

"I didn't want to stain your shirt." Jack purred from behind me, trailing his tongue along my back. I bit my lip to keep me from making any sounds I'd regret.

"But I got hot just looking at you." He purred again. I moaned softly as his tongue trailed up my ear and he kissed my hair.

As well as being scared out of my mind, I was amazed at what self control he had, if any other vampire was in his place, I would have been dead the minute my attempt to stake them failed. Jack walked infront of me, making sure his hand grazed against my shoulders. His eyes were mischievous and his smirk was the same as the first time I saw it. He made me feel strange, like his voice made my stomach tighten into knots.

"After a very long time. I decided." Jack said. "I'm going to keep you,"

I made to say something, but before I could, Jack took my face in his hands, and directed my eyes towards him. His lips were moving, but I couldn't figure out what he was saying.

"Dulcis, rustica venator. Vobis erit mea. Ego potest promitto quod. Volo autem vos volo sanguinem." The words rolled freely off of his tongue, and then he eyed my bag which was on the floor.

"But first, I'm going to have some fun with you." He said. "You did try and kill me after all."

~Kickin' it~

(A/N) And it ends there guys, what did you think? This is my first time at writing Jack as a vampire who is evil, not evil and has a good side, well this Jack does, but you won't see it for a while, and it'll be in snippets when you do.

Remember what I said about the OC's if you want any. :) And any haters will be ignored, purely because I don't give a shit.

Latin translation: Sweet, naive hunter. You'll be mine. I can promise you that. I will have your blood and you when I wish.

Music for this chapter:

O'death - Jen Titus

Counting bodies like sheep to the rythmn of the war drums - A perfect circle

Corrupt - Depeche Mode