Here is the first chapter of It's Not Over. Unfortunately it was deleted last time due to breaking rule #2. I had to wait till now to post it. So for all of those who read this chapter already, please bare with me, I will have the next chapter posted soon, but I will be waiting for reviews before I do that.

AN: Alright, I do NOT own Linkin Park or anything related to them, I do own the story line of this story though.

Co-written with Bekka!

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Mike wandered through the graveyard, heart thudding as he looked through the fog. It was dark and an eerie glow lit up the cemetery.

~”Be careful” An old farmer had said to him earlier that evening. “This is no ordinary Vampire.” Mike sighed, throwing his head to heaven as he took the mans payment.

I know, I know.”~

Mike had heard of this particular Vampire. He was said to have a face the angels were jealous of but Mike could never imagine such a sight. He had seen many creatures from the most stunning mermaids to the most striking Fairae-child but never heard of a Vampire of such.

Mike navigated passed the headstones, heart gripping as he heard a branch snap. His hand fell to the wooden stake at his belt and he spun around.

Nothing only shadows.

He sighed and took a step back, gathering the courage to follow through with his job and finish this Vampire as he promised.

Chester watched from his perch on a tree branch as the hunter walked around the graveyard. HIS graveyard. 'How dare a hunter come here! This is my place,' he thought to himself with a snarl. 'I suppose the idiotic people here sent for him, too afraid to deal with me themselves. Pathetic humans, they're not worth anything!'

Chester silently climbed down the tree and stepped closer to the hunter, gazing at the black hair that was poking out from under a hat.

'Time to play,' he thought with a smirk.

Mike's heart calmed slightly as he reminded himself of the many daemonic beings he had dealt with in the past, this Vampire should prove no threat. Or at least none he couldn't handle.

Mike recalled everything he had learned about Vampires. Not to look them in the eyes, allow yourself not to be drawn by their temptations and most importantly of all-Mike zipped up the collar so that his neck was sheathed by thick leather-never let them bite you.

Mike was afraid to breathe; he feared it would cause a din in the dimly lit cemetery. He wandered through the eerie fog, fully aware that somewhere someone was gazing out at him.

Chester crept closer to the hunter, keeping to the shadows, not wanting to expose himself just yet. There was something about this hunter that made him different then the others. Perhaps it was the air of knowledge that seemed to ooz from this one.

'I suppose he wont be as easy as the other one they sent to kill me, he seems more prepared then the other one,' Chester thought to himself, while he continued to stalk after the hunter, 'it's going to be fun to screw around with this hunter, the other one was so boring.'

He thought back to what happened when the last hunter came to try to kill him. The second the hunter had laid eyes on him, he had dropped all his weapons and stared with wide eyes and an open mouth. Needless to say, the hunter didn't live much longer after that.

Mike took a breath and closed his eyes, trying to sense where the aura was coming from. The Vampire was near, he could feel it. His delved his hand in his pocket, clinging to his cross as he recalled his ‘purchase’ he had made earlier. He had no money and ended up selling his body to an old woman for contacts which prevented Vampire hypnoses from affecting him.

He shivered at the thoughts of the woman, because of her age and because he was not into women. Mike took a carefully planned step forward when he heard it. A rustle in the tree, too strong to be the wind. He spun around, eyes wide and aware and called into the dim,“Who’s there?”

Chester smirked to himself and stepped out into the moon light. The light reflected off his white skin, making him glow in the night, his platinum blond hair shinning.

"Well well well...so you're the new hunter that the pathetic humans sent to try to kill me...you're not going to succeed," he said with a wider smirk, fangs flashing in the moonlight, "you're just going to end up like the last fool who tried to end my life."

Mike heard the voice and spun around, hand flinging to his wooden stake. He could hear his heart thud as the musical tone rang in his ears. He gazed at the Vampire, heart gripping as he took in a sudden breath. He had never seen anything so beautiful as the beast in his life. He stared into the black, piercing eyes and confusion stirred. The contacts weren’t working, he couldn’t look away. He was ensnared by the glance of the powerful, striking beauty on front of him.

Mike bit his lip, all colour draining from it as the metallic tang of blood hit his tongue. He felt his fingers slip from the shaft, knowing he could never kill such a beauty. He felt his legs shake but he was unable to run. He was like a dear caught in headlights. Mike was bewildered to say the least. He was unable to run, powerless to tear his eyes away and could hear his heart thud louder than ever before but was magic the reason?

Chester smirked, he could tell what the hunter was thinking, even though he could not read his mind. The hunter was entranced by his beauty, it always happened with these types of people. He snorted softly and stepped closer to the hunter, but still keeping a few feet between them.

"Don't bother with those weapons, hunter, they will be of no use here," he said with a smirk.

He glanced the hunter over, with all things considered he was not all that hard on the eyes. The deep brown eyes were defiantly a turn on.

Mike did something in that moment that he hadn’t done in all his years of slaying. He backed away.

G-Get away from me!” He stuttered in fear, fear of the emotions raging in his being. He couldn’t be feeling this way about a daemonic beast. “I-I swear it…” He fumbled for his Holy Water in vain. “G-get away!”

Chester shook his head slowly and raised hands up, making a soft soothing sound in his soft melodic voice. "There there poor hunter, if I wanted to kill you, you would have already been dead. Now don't bother with that silly holy water, for both you and I know that you will not actually use it," Chester said, reaching out with on pale hand.

Mike gazed in a mixture of fear and longing at the hand stretched out to him. He gazed at the perfect, clean nails, milky flesh and tattoos which extended from the delicate wrists of the night creature. He never knew Vampires had tattoo’s but he was obviously far from like any Vampire Mike had ever encountered. Mike rubbed his brow, lifting his hat a little further off his forehead. How did it suddenly become so hot? He gazed yet again into those eyes and took a gulp in, surprised at his own words.“I’m Mike.”

"Finally a name to go with the face," Chester said with a genuine smile. "I am called Chester."

He reached out and gently grabbed onto the hunters, now known as Mike, hand.

"Do not fear me Michael, I will not harm you."

Mike didn't know why but he allowed the Vampire to pull him close. Chester, the name set of what felt like fireworks on his tongue. He longed to taste the name."Chester..." He whispered quietly, still weary of the fact that he was currently in the arms of a daemon. He took a step closer so that he and the blond beauty stood very close and looked into his eyes. 'something tells me I won't be doing my job with this guy.' He thought

Chester smiled when Mike said his name. "I like the way you say my name," he said softly, leaning even closer to Mike, looking deeply into his eyes.

He reached up and gently brushed a lock of ebony hair off of Mikes forehead.

Mike felt his stomach clench in confusion as Chester’s hand brushed against his brow. He felt his cheeks flush and hoped Chester didn’t notice this is the dim light of the moonlit cemetery. They were so close their chests were touching. Chester’s mere feel and close proximity was enough to nearly bring Mike to ecstasy. He began to feel a little light headed in the beautiful males grasp, not to mention turned on. This scared him. How could he feel so about a monster who killed innocent? Admit a beautiful monster. It had to be some kind of enchantment placed over him but standing in Chester’s hold Mike didn’t care. Enchantment or not, he sure as hell was enjoying this.

Chester looked down at the hunter that was in his arms. There was just something about him that prevented Chester from doing what he would have done to anyone else. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It was all too confusing.

"Tell me why someone like you choose to live a life of death and suffering…I just don't understand why you would want to waste your life protecting those weaklings."

It really was very confusing for the Vampire, after all in his eyes he wasn't doing anything wrong. All of the people that he had killed from the nearby village deserved to die.

Mike paused for a moment. He had been trying to see if it was true, that vampires had no heartbeat, he had never gotten close enough to a living one to find out. Chester’s words startled him.

"Why?" Mike asked weakly. "Because I'm sick of people living in fear of being hurt or killed...it's not natural. I just want to stop that and this is the only way I know how." Mike stopped at that, unwilling to tell more about himself or his reasons for his profession.

Mike suddenly felt awkward and was surprised to find the will power in himself to back away from the beautiful, dark vampire. He locked his weapon secure in his belt with no intent on harming the striking male but their eyes were still locked.

"This…" His voice trailed off for a moment, he coughed, regaining himself. This is wrong!"

Chester tried to hide his disappointment when the hunter pulled away.

"How is this wrong Mike? Just because I've killed a few mortals who deserved it? You dare judge me when you yourself are guilty of killing my own kind!" He was starting to get angry now, angry that such a unique person would stoop to that low of a level. "You are just like the rest of them! Judging me before you even know who I am!"

Mike stopped, heart pounding. What was the daemon claiming? He wasn't judging him. As far as he knew a relationship between a Vampire and human never got passed the initial neck biting. What the fuck was he to expect if they went any further."I..." He couldn't find the words, afraid that the wrong one's would earn him a one way ticket to bites-ville. Something in his wanted to hold the beast but he resisted to his amazement, determined not to be the one to give in.

If Chester was to label him to be a shallow human who was he to prove him wrong. Mike's hand fell from his stake. He didn't lie, he wouldn't hurt Chester. He would bring the money back to the townsfolk and leave, claming that he simply could not slay the daemon and was lucky enough to escape with his life. But fear erupted in his heart as he backed away. He just couldn't seem to bring himself to go any further with Chester, afraid of what that would entail.

Chester growled softly and stepped closer to the hunter, determined not to let him leave.

"What are you so afraid of? I told you that if I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead.". This hunter was very confusing, one moment he was close to leaning his head on the Vampire chest, then the next he was saying he couldn't do this…what this was Cheater did not know, all he wanted to do was to get to know this human better, but he was making it difficult.

The smell that was coming from the hunter alone was almost enough to drive Chester crazy with lust. However he refused to give into his primal instincts and kill this man, he was far to interesting.

"Tell me why you seem to think that I am some kind of heartless being. The people who I have killed were on the brink of death anyways, I just...gave them a little push," Chester said licking at his lips.

Mike didn't know how it happened but suddenly they were close again, the intoxicating presence of Chester lingering close, making him feel unnaturally calm and at ease. He felt so comfortable and found that he began to sway, eyes fluttering shut as Chester’s warmth leaned close. He never knew Vampires could be so warm. Mike couldn’t tear his eyes away from Chester’s lips as the beauty licked them, he wanted to kiss him so badly.

Mike was still considering his answer to the male’s question. He genuinely didn’t know. Did he look like he really cared the reason the Vampire killed, the fact was that he did.Still that didn’t matter now. Mike felt a sudden wave of confidence flow into his being as he hooked the smaller male around the neck and pulled him close.“What does it matter?” Mike whispered in as best a seductive tone as he could manage, lightly touching his and Chester lip’s together although not kissing, hopefully prolonging the Vampires interest.

At first Chester was surprised at the boldness of this human, but couldn't bring himself to push the man away, instead he leaned closer to the human, craving, no, needing more contact with the humans soft skin. He breathed in through his nose, taking in the addictive smell of the hunters skin.

He was so caught up with these new feelings that he missed the question that was asked and just grunted in response.

Mike smiled to himself as the daemon responded. He hooked his fingers around the older mans neck and pulled him closer so that their chests were pulled close together. Mike captured the smaller mans lips, tongue passing over his bottom lip, silently begging for entrance as his fingers unlocked as he allowed his hands to run along Chester’s back, resting on his lower back, groping the males small, firm ass.

Chester gasped softly in surprise, this daring action completely unexpected, and caught him off guard. He couldn't remember the last time he actually kissed someone...it was long forgotten, a part of his past life as a human that he could hardly remember. Chester pushed himself closer to the hunter and let out a soft, hardly noticeable moan, kissing the other man back softly, still unused to the strange feeling that he got whenever he looked into Mikes eyes.

Mike gasped as he held the beauty in close to his body. He felt so hot and aroused at the feel of the older male in his grasp. A pang of fear erupted in his gut as his tongue brushed against the sharp fangs of the beast but he trusted Chester not to hurt him.Mike felt brave and adventurous as he allowed his tongue to explore the beautiful Vampires’ mouth, he moaned into the kiss, noting his painful erection which was hidden by his trench coat. Fuck morals-this felt far from wrong.

Chester sighed into the kiss, for once in his life not caring about what anyone else would think if they walked in on this act. He just let himself do what was right. Being carful not to hurt the human, he kissed him softly, mindful of his fangs, not wanting to hurt Mike even accidentally. The fear of hurting this one mortal was enough to make Chester make sure that he didn't get to out of control, and it took every ounce of his self control to not bite down on the invading tongue.

Mike was scared but as well as that he was exhilarated and turned on by the creature in his arms. He didn't know whether it was the sheer beauty of the male of maybe an enchantment placed on him but he knew he wanted this. Pulling away, panting as he withdrew from the embrace the hunter gasped."Where can we go?"

Chester sighed softly and opened his eyes to look at the hunter in front of him.

"Anywhere we won't be disturbed," Chester purred softly in a seductive voice.

Mike felt his heart grip. God he wanted this so much. He wanted Chester so fucking much that it was physically paining him. These urges could not be natural but right now he didn't give a fuck, especially when Chester whispered sensually in his ear. His heart fluttered and eyes shut as Chester took his hands. Everything went black and he couldn't see but he could feel Chester and knew he was safe.

After he took Mikes hands in his he smiled softly and led him off, towards his hideout, but making sure that Mike could not see where they were going, after all, if the hunter changed his mind about this later on, it wouldn't do if he could find his way back to the Vampires house and kill him during the day time.

Mike could feel his heart thud and erection twitch as Chester led him to wherever they were going. For some strange reason he had a lot of faith that the Vampire would far from hurt him and he knew he himself could never do such a thing. Mike dismissed such thoughts as to having feelings towards the daemon, just strong sexual urges he told himself as the charm began to lift and he could see again.

The hideout was scarcely decorated, at least to Chester’s standards. The walls were painted a light brown, a few paintings decorated them. Some from the Vampires own imagination, others are from trips to other countries that he has been to in his long life time. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, the only source of light in the entire house, because there were no windows, and only one way in and out of the hideout.

In the middle of the room was a large four poster bed, sheer curtains tired back to revel a mattress covered with black silk sheets and a red fur blanket.

"Welcome to my home," Chester whispered in the hunters ear.

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There we go people! The very first chapter of It's Not Over!

I hope you guys liked it (still) and that you will review on your way out.

I'm shooting for 10 reviews before I post the next chapter. :)

Ja-ne for now!

-Vampire Princess