Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy or Twilight. But if I owned a time machine I would go back in time, and slaughter Stephenie Meyer before she even wrote that crap formally known as Twilight.

Warning: If you read this or my profile you should be able to tell i hate all things Twilight, so if you're a brainless fangirl of Edward you might not want to read my following chapters.

This tale could've started in a castle, on a dark stormy night. But it didn't. It started outside a movie theatre on a bright sunny day. It wasn't one of those theatres's that shows new movies though, it was one that showed old movies, cheap movies and well, movies that weren't particularly good.

Dimitri and I walked out of the theatre, hand in hand. I had just dragged Dimitri along to see the original 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' movie. We had laughed throughout the movie, well mainly I had laughed, but I could see Dimitri holding back.

"If only real Strigoi were as easy to kill as those vampires" I told Dimitri.

"Don't talk so loud" he replied, and then he smiled, "If only"

"The episodes are better" I told him

"They made a series on that movie!" he asked me, clearly shocked.

"Not exactly," I told him, "they made seven series"

"Seven!"

"They were better" I implied.

"I'll take your word for it, but I think I'm going to stick to my books"

"Boring" I groaned, I wasn't much of a reader.

Dimitri called a cab while I watched other people exit the theatre. My eye caught on another couple holding hands, the guy looked really freaked out, he had bronze messy hair and I couldn't help wondering how long it had been since he showered. The girl had brown hair and she looked as though she was calming him down. I listened to their conversation as they came closer.

"What if she comes after me, Bella?" asked the guy, nervous as hell.

"She was fictional, Edward" sighed the girl.

"I know that!" snapped Edward, "but, what if, I mean, vampires are supposed to be fictional aren't they?"

"You're squeezing my hand really hard" Bella complained, "I think you're going to break –"

I heard her bones snap before she screamed. And her scream, well it was like she had practised for years! Dimitri dropped the payphone he was using and ran to help, I followed, I didn't trust that Edward guy.

"Are you okay?" Dimitri asked Bella, she was still screaming.

"She's fine" growled Edward who was now cradling her hand (talk about overprotective). Bella stopped screaming and looked around; her screams had caught a few people's attention.

"I was asking her" growled Dimitri. "Are you okay?" he asked Bella.

She nodded and weakly replied, "Thanks, but we're fine"

"You should go to a hospital" I said, trying to be nice.

"I'll get her to a doctor" said Edward, "Thanks' for your concern, but we're fine."

"In case you haven't noticed" I said rudely, "her hand is BROKEN and she was screaming in pain, you may be fine, but she defiantly is not."

Edward pushed past me, practically dragging Bella. Dimitri and I stood back and watched them walk over to a silver Volvo. As Edward stepped out of the shade and into the sun, I swear he started to sparkle, I couldn't help myself, I just started laughing.

Beside me I could hear Dimitri desperately attempting to hold back his laughs. Edward turned towards us, obviously upset at our laughing.

"Do you have a problem?" he asked us seriously.

"Your sparkling!" I laughed back at him, "Are you like wearing glitter? That's so gay!"

"It's a skin condition" muttered Edward.

I was laughing so hard, I had to bend down.

"Seriously though," said Dimitri "Maybe you should get that looked at, because, it does look rather like your wearing glitter... and well... that makes you look..."

"Kinda gay!" I finished for him. I was laughing so hard it was hard to breath.

"I could kill you in an instant" growled Edward.

I stopped laughing and looked up at him.

"Somehow," I told him, "A guy wearing glitter just isn't too threatening."

"Edward, let's just go" said Bella.

Edward turned his back on us and got into the Volvo. We watched them drive off as our cab pulled up. We got in and Dimitri told the driver the address of the apartment we were staying in.

"There's something not right about that guy" commented Dimitri.

"You mean apart from the fact that he sparkles in the sun" I asked.

"Yes. Did you notice that he drove off in the opposite direction of the hospital? And how did Bella's hand break? Either he was on drugs or he had super-human strength."

"Yeah," I agreed, "I hope that girl's gunna be alright."

I am going to write more later and I'm so sorry if this chapter is kinda boring. It's short because i'm tired right now and couldn't be bothered typing up the whole thing, so it'll probably be a few short chapters. Anywho - Happy Reading!