For the first time in my life, I hesitated to kill a vampire. In the last instant of a silent,lethal swing, it stayed just a inch before his neck-Because I found him holding his head in his hands, his body tensed realizing that he wasn't dead. But he is a vampire he could of just disappeared, vanished from sight. But instead he looked up and his dark eyes, the colour of darkness, the kind that can swallow anything in it's path. His eyes were free from the crimson red that most vampires had, that meant he had never drank a human being to death.Yet. His eyes, showed that he wanted it to end, he wanted me to strike him down. But I couldn't.