Masquerade

By the time I got into the shower it was three fourty one in the afternoon, I decided to go and cherish my warm comfortable bed after Kikujiro left. It felt nice to actually get a ten hours of sleep in and not dream a single nightmare, my day was just turning out great. I just hoped my luck would stay with me for the rest of this day.

By the time I got out of the shower it was four forty niI waI walked around the apartment bare chested and had a forest green towel around my waist.
Something in my mind just didn't feel right, it was like something was missing. I scratched my neck and I remembered, the silver chain inwhich my silver cross hung from wasn't there. I can't believe I even went to sleep without it around my neck. I've never done that before, I've always kept it on and the only time I've ever taken it off was in the nightclub last night.

I walked over to the bedroom and fished out my blue jeans from the hamper. I dug in the left pocket and pulled out my cross, I looked at the intricately designed cross before I placed it around my neck. Once I did that everything felt alright, funny how one simple object can make or break ones moment of tranquility. Then again that simple object had saved me on multiple occasions, my faith the greatest weapon against those that I hunted.

Though now I even questioned why I hunt and execute them within the bounderies of California, I did it to avenge my families loss. I caught all the vampires connected to that bloody night. It didn't bring my family back but it did quell the pain, my only legitimate reason to continue in this line of work was to stop the vampires before they caused more pain to an unfortunite soul. Though my efforts can go so far. If there could only be harmony between the two, though I guess it never will.

Even what I'm doing now questioned my ideals, I in all aspects would be in a relationship with a vampire. Sure I knew her before she changed, but a vampire was a vampire. Hell I'm considered her human servant, The Slayer was owned by a vampire.
Even the alias that the vampires of San Francisco had given to me made me question myself, was I really The Slayer. Was I seen as one of the monsters that would kill for the greater goodhoughough the Roman Catholic faith taught that murder in all forms was a sin.
Did that make me a sinner because I was executing vampires inwhich the pope himself had declared that vampires were damned for eternity?
Vampires were once people and even if the pope himself said that they were damned, it still felt like I was killing a human being. A huge unforgiveable sin to the teachings of Christ.
My life one big question, though maybe at the end of all this I would find an answer. I just hope I can live that long to cherish it.

I shook my head and let the towel fall to the ground, I only stood there naked for awhile as I hunched over my drawers. I quickly pulled on some boxers and a black undershirt which was tight across my upper body. I pulled out some faded blue jeans and put them on, one leg at a time. Which was a big mistake because I was hoping around the room until I collapsed onto the bed. Finally after making a fool of myself I had the jeans on. I stood infront of the mirror as I checked my hair and styled it the way I usually do.

This whole ritual of preperation was quite amusing to me, I remembered when I used to do this all the time when I used to go on 'dates'. Except my date could bench my car and snap me it two, for some reason that didn't frighten me. I guess infatuation mixed with a little lust could go a long way.

I walked over to my closet and pulled out my old Converse high tops, the ones that I used to wear all over the place before I found the nice and comfortable stability of boots. Then again after my multiple accidents with spraining my ankle anything that can provide support to your weak joints is a welcomed relief, though in time I really didn't need them anymore but they were nice to have. I had the high tops on and walked out of the bedroom.

I looked at the roman numeral clock on the wall and read six thirteen, I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn't believe I spent that long getting dressed, maybe it was the fact that I was looking in the mirror and contemplating about everything that decided to reveal itself in my mind. I had about two and half more hours before total dark would fall upon the city. I in all honesty didn't know what I was going to do, I mean if it were a 'normal' date I would have prepared something for dinner or at least some sort of dish. Though I knew Bianca ate nor drank anything. God dating a vampire pretty much threw out most of my dating strategies and no they all don't lead to sex, there just in a higher proportion when compared to the rest. I didn't plan that out in the beginning it just turns out that way, honest.

I shru and and hoped it would turn out to be a nice evening with my master. I couldn't help but laugh when I thought that, yeah like I would give her the satisfaction. I sat on the couch and flipped on the T.V, I really didn't find anything of interest.
My mind kept on wandering, was I nervous? Nope, I'm totaly calm Ri-ght.