It was like an unstoppable force. A pain that she couldn’t hide so she used it as a weapon. Not a metallic object, but a spike of sorts, something of the mind, that could pierce any vampire’s heart. She gripped the reins of her horse, and whispered a silent prayer. The day was warm, sunny, and vampire free. But it was soon to be nightfall and that was when it would start getting good. Nightmare, her pure bred, ebony, stallion was running at a cantor.

“That a girl night, that a girl” She patted nightmare’s mane. The trees flew by her head, whoosh-whoosh-whoosh, and she didn’t even notice them.
She was on a three-day journey to Amna (ahm-na), the land of the prophets. Her father, Lord Baldur, was a high-class elite from Amna. And she was the duchess of his “empire”. She would rest once a day, at night, surrounded by her magic that she, herself, would cast. Her name was Rayne.

Rayne heard the sound of approaching hooves. She pivoted on her saddle, looking over her shoulder. She saw a young white man, riding a beautiful white stallion, probably her age, with a considerably large scar on his face. She opened her mind and sent energy, like a worm, into his mind. She examined his intentions, none of which were “bad”. The mind worm receded and Rayne pulled of the reigns of her horse.

She pulled on the reigns tighter, clucked some, and the horse stopped. Hoping off the horse, she landed on the ground firm and stood her ground, her back straight and her presence that of the debonair. The young man stopped near her and, just as graceful as she, hoped off his horse.

“Ma lady,” He said, with a hint of royalty in his accent “I did not mean to scare you”

“Scare me you did not sire, who are you?” She asked.

“My name is Sir Alanson of Dorm, you may call me Alan” He bowed low.

“And my name is Duchess Rayne of Amna,” she said, matching his bow with a curtsey “What business do you have on these roads?”

“I might as you the same question ma’ lady” he replied.

Rayne studied this man that was so… proper. He was a lot taller once standing upright, probably around 6’0. His long, chestnut hair, hung to his chin, combed out and put into a ponytail. His sky blue eyes matched the very thing they were described as (the sky). His body was lithe, that of a prince, but nonetheless appealing. His skin was pale, almost an ivory complexion.

“Why do you look at me so?” Alan asked.

“Excuse me?” Rayne replied with a question.

“You look at me intensely, and do not speak, are you looking me out?”

“I would never look you out!” Rayne said, offended “If by look you out you mean…checking you out, then no. I was just studying your mannerisms, which are quite feminine might I add” Of course she didn’t mean that but she did not want him knowing she thought him amazingly handsome. Alan just smirked.

“As you say madam”

“Yes,” Rayne walked to Alan’s horse and examined her “She is beautiful”

“Yes she is, her name is Dream” Alan replied, with an air of pride.

“Beautiful name…” Rayne thought to herself for a moment.

“Your horse is magnificent in as well” Alan remarked, snapping Rayne out of her thoughts.

“Aye, his name is Nightmare…” Rayne registered the two horses names and laughed.

“Did you just figure out our horses names of just alike?” Alan asked.

“Yes, yes I did” Rayne laughed harder.

“Why do you find that funny?” Alan asked, smiling nonetheless.

“I have not the slightest idea” Rayne replied, walking back to her horse and mounting.

“Where are you to ma lady?” Alan asked, staring up at Rayne.

“My hometown, Amna, and you?” she replied, tossing her hair in the wind that just kicked up.

Alan found this young woman most pleasing. She smelled of lilacs, and looked like a tribal goddess. Her skin was a warm honey, her eyes a dark, rich chocolate .Not to mention her chest was in nice proportion to her lower curves… Alan slapped himself mentally. He was not supposed to think about things such as that, it was not polite.

“I am to the same place as you, I have business speaking to Lord Baldur of Amna”

Rayne looked startled at the mention of her father’s name. The only people that saw her father were demon hunters and pickpockets. Not that her father was a con artist or thief or bad at all. He just liked to keep in contact with the “darker” side of the world. And he paid to keep himself and his closest friend safe from any “harm”.

“What business do you have with my father?” Rayne asked, cursing herself for revealing her attachment.

“Your father?” Alan asked, talking more to himself then anything “I do say, I was going to him to inquire about his daughter… which is you”
”What of me?” Rayne asked, interested.

“I require your… services” Alan laughed at the shocked look on Rayne’s face “No ma lady not that kind of service, I have heard that you are a vampire hunter, and a damned good one at that. I have a vampire king in my domain and I wish him and his followers destroyed. It is a matter of uttermost importance.” Alan went to his horse and mounted.

“Will you come with me to Amna to see your father about it?” Alan asked. Rayne nodded, and opened her mouth to speak. But she could not finish her sentence. The most disgusting, gut-wrenching, growl she had ever heard, rose from the bushes behind her...

A/N: So what you guys think? I have ideas in my head but am writting this story as i go along reviews I do love