Disclaimer – Everything in this story is mine. Characters, places, etc. So, no stealing please. Also, if anything in this story seems to relate to anything real life event or someone else's story, that is purely coincidental (I don't plagiarise – it goes against everything I stand for in writing).

If that's one thing I've noticed about vampires, they can't stand still

Chapter 1 – Run down on Vampires

If there's one thing I've noticed about vampires, they can't stand still. Which is actually very stupid considering they've had centuries of practice. Jack just kept hovering and it was extremely irritating considering I was trying to read Twilight and needed my Edward fix. That's another thing I've noticed, vampires in books are so much dreamier than in real life. Exhibit 1 – Edward – pale skin, copper hair, topaz eyes, toned body, cool manner, and sweet chivalry. Exhibit 2 – Jack – unbrushed ruffled blonde hair, sleepy violet (vampire thing) eyes, lanky body, a nervous stress head, and totally crude. Case closed.

"Oh, for Christ sake, just sit down, Jack," I muttered.

"You don't believe in Christ," he shot back. I rolled my eyes. He always took everything so literally.

"I was thinking of you. Now, will you please sit? You're driving me crazy."

"Why can't I pace? You know I get nervous when Mitch is in there too long."

"First of all, he hasn't been in there too long, it's been less than half an hour. And secondly, you're always nervous. So at least stop irritating me and sit. Then you can worry all to yourself and let me read."

"I can never understand why you read," Jack said, sitting beside me with a huff.

"Well, perhaps if you stop worrying about Mitch for two seconds, you'll remember I'm human and like reading."

"What are you reading anyway?" Jack asked, leaning over my knees to see the front cover. Being a vampire, personal space wasn't such a huge thing for him – even if I was human. In fact, I think that's why he liked being so close to me, he knew it irritated me and liked my reaction. "Twilight?" he frowned, reading the cover. "I've heard of that."

"Yeah, I'm not surprised."

"Why have I heard that before?" Jack asked. For a vampire, he possibly had the worst memory of all time.

"Because it's huge. Just about every English speaking teen girl knows what it is."

"Oh," Jack frowned again. I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. "Oh," the realisation dawning on his face, "Kayla has read it. I've seen it in her room."

"Yeah, I borrowed it off her." Kayla was Jack's little sister (yes, also a vampire, with an age difference of about thirty years).

"What's it about?" he asked.

"Vampires," I grinned. Jack rolled his eyes and slunk down in his chair.

"Let me guess, it's all crosses, pale skin, sunlight, garlic and an undesirable thirst for blood? You know all those novels are just regurgitations of the myths. And all the myths are wrong."

"This book actually has it surprisingly close," I told him.

"Is that so?" Jack asked, looking sceptical.

"Well, they do have the pale skin, but they can go out in sunlight. Although they sort of glitter when sun hits them-"

"That's meant to be faeries. Faeries glitter when sun hits them," Jack interjected.

"I know that, but the author doesn't, now, as I was saying, the vampires in this story don't have any aversion to garlic or crosses. Stakes don't do anything, same as holy water. They're super human with strength, hearing, sight and smell. They don't need sleep" -Jack snorted, I rolled my eyes- "and they live forever without aging."

"Why is it that humans have such a fascination with immortality?" Jack asked.

"And this is coming from an eighty year old vampire who still looks like a young Leonardo DiCaprio?" I asked looking at Jack with a smug expression.

"You think I look like a young Leonardo DiCarprio?" Jack asked. Now he had the smug expression. I rolled my eyes and Jack grinned. "You think I'm hot."

"You're a vampire. It's a given."

"Yeah, but you've never said it."

"And I still haven't said it."

"You implied it."

"I was trying to get a point across."

"Even if you were, you implied I was hot."

"I believe we were talking about immortality," I reminded him. Jack's smile increased, but he left the topic alone. He already knew he'd won.

"Well, anyway, just because I live for a long time, it doesn't mean I'm immortal. I'm going to die someday, just a little later than you are."

"Yeah, which means I'm stuck with you for the rest of my life. What a joy," I said with mock sarcasm.

"You so love it," Jack grinned, tickling me. I pushed him away, laughing, and stood.

"Another thing in Twilight, there's the whole thirst for blood. I know how much you hate that, but in the story if serves a purpose. The main vampire wants to kill his girlfriend because her blood smells good to him."

"But it's so unrealistic," Jack countered. "I mean, it's like you wanting a piece of chocolate cake in a cake store. Sure, you want it, but just because you don't have it doesn't mean you are going to go on some crazy rampage and eat all the chocolate cake in a store. It's just so stupid Hollywood makes this bloodlust out to be some sort of desperate desire. It's just a food source."

"Yeah, but it sounds better if a vampire is trying to stop himself from killing a girl he loves because her blood smells good to him."

"I just don't think it makes any sense."

"Well, you are a vampire, so that might have some influence," I told Jack.

"I guess," Jack shrugged. I smiled at him and glanced over at the reception desk. There was a young woman vampire sitting on an office chair, typing at her computer. She only looked maybe seventeen, but that meant she was probably sixty or so. In any case, in the company she was in, she was still a puppy.

"Do you have any idea how much longer Mitch will be?" I asked. The receptionist looked up at me with nothing more than a disgusted look on her face and said in a rude – yet very silky – voice,

"Can't be sure."

"Gee, thanks for all your help," I muttered sarcastically. I walked to the desk and put my hands on the high bench top. The receptionist – her name tag said Mary – looked up at me and pursed her lips.

"Was there something I could help you with?" she asked in an uptight voice.

"Well, you've been pretty useless so far, so I doubt it, but perhaps you could be so kind as to call your boss and ask him how long Mitch will be. Unlike you, I don't have the next five hundred years to spend playing solitaire on the computer when I'm meant to be working." I gave a sweet smile and cocked my head to the side. Mary's face dropped and I saw her grit her teeth.

"My boss told me not to interrupt this conference for anything. That included pathetic humans like you. So sit down and wait." Mary mimicked my sweet smile and did a little twitch of her head towards Jack. I narrowed my eyes, ready to spit out the next smart-ass comment that came into my head when Jack placed a hand on the small of my back and said,

"Jess, let's listen to the nice lady and sit down." I turned my gaze on him.

"Don't patronise me," I muttered angrily, huffing off to one of the few seats in the waiting room and taking out my book. Jack sat next to me and slouched in his chair.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. I sighed.

"Yeah, me too. I didn't mean to snap."

"Hey," Jack grinned. "You're only human."

"Bad joke," I muttered, but couldn't stop the small smile forming on my face. That was when the doors opened. Jack stood in a second, watching carefully. I closed my book and waited. Mitch came out, stooped, with one hand in his pocket and an expression on his face that said, I'm-in-it-up-to-my-neck-this-time. Jack was probably the better looking one out of Mitch and him, but never had the confidence Mitch had, so therefore the girls didn't flock around Jack like they did Mitch. In any case Mitch was still good looking by any human standards. He had the soft golden skin, dark hair and yellow (vampire thing) eyes. He was tall, but not too tall and always dressed well. Jack on the other had and pale skin, violet eyes (all the girls loved), blonde hair and was always wearing scruffy clothes. But then, he was the sort of guy who could pull it off.

"What did you get?" Jack asked as Mitch walked towards us.

"Ahh…" Mitch said, stalling for time.

"You screwed it up this time, didn't you?" I asked. "There're sending you to Wicker's, aren't they?"

"Um… sort of," Mitch said, finally meeting my eyes.

"Great, now who am I supposed to go clubbing with?" Jack muttered. I rolled my eyes and said,

"Seriously, I don't think that's the main problem here."

"Well, Jack, you won't be clubbing with anyone. At least, not for a while," Mitch said.

"Why not?" Jack looked outraged. But it had already clicked in my head. Mitch wasn't the only one going to Wicker's.

"You're coming too. And… I hate to say this Jess, but Dad thinks it would be best if you came as well."

"What?" My mouth fell open. I heard Mary the Receptionist snicker. I turned on Jack. "I blame you. You've ruined my life. I swear to you, if I come out of that place with one nick on any part of my body, you are going to be a dead vampire. A very dead vampire. And I don't care if your super human, I'll find a way." With that, I turned on my heels and walked noisily out of the lobby.

Let me give you the low down on real vampires. Sure, surprisingly Stephanie Meyer did pretty well in getting the facts right, but then what she wrote was only her take on things, this is the real story. Sure, vampires usually have pale skin, but that's simply from sleeping all-day and partying all night. Not because of some genetic reason. And after the first two hundred years or so they usual grow out of that and join normal society.

And no, vampires arn't some huge threat to humans. Sure, they drink human blood and have the whole super powers thing going on, but really, they don't hurt humans. I mean, they drink blood, but that comes from donors who know all about the vampire thing and are willing to have themselves used (not without compensation) as living vending machines. No, I'm not one of those people; if I were I'd probably want to kill myself. I'm not exactly a fan of having people suck on my neck, thanks. Especially when those people have fangs and are taking blood.

Anyway, as I was saying, garlic, crosses, holy water, sunlight, stakes etc. have no real effect on vampires. Well, maybe if you poked the cross into a vampires eye it might irritate them, but that's about it. And while vampires have prolonged life, they aren't immortal. They die (eventually) and age (excruciatingly slowly). Though they are pretty hard to kill – their immune systems are crazy good. Trust me, I've seen Mitch heal a stab wound (yeah, he thought it would be funny to scare the crap out me).

There's no turning into bats or any other sort of magic. And no, (contrary to popular belief) you can't be turned into a vampire through a bite (if you could there would be millions of vampires and in that case, not enough humans for food, hence why evolutionary features mean that vampires aren't created through a bite). But you can be turned, because vampires aren't technically a new species, they are simply an upgraded model of humans.

Scientists think this was some sort of genetic mutation that happened during the evolution of humans when there was a food shortage. It was a sort of coping mechanism. If you create things that eat humans, the population decreases, meaning more food. And that's also the reason why vampires are physically superior – they were hunters so they needed to be stronger and faster than humans. But then that's just one theory.

If you go by religion, it's thought that vampires were the devil's spies. Although not many vampires believe that because a lot of vampires are religious anyway (ironic, I know, but I've, met a priest who was a vampire, he was over four-hundred-years-old, I swear).

Technically vampires aren't dead either. They still have blood and they breathe and all that. Honestly, they really are just humans with a few add on features. A vampire walking down the street would look not much different to a human. Any normal human wouldn't be able to pick the two apart.

The only reason vampires hide from normal society (hence why none of you will have heard of real vampires other than the ones from books like Twilight) is because humans are frequently afraid of things they don't understand. Imagine if you were told vampires really did exist and they sucked blood and have super human strength, speed, hearing, smell, sight and touch. Yeah, you'd probably freak out before anyone could explain that there really wasn't any harm.

Now, you might wonder why I'm then explaining all this to you if secrecy was so important. Well, I like writing and felt like putting my story down. And why shouldn't people read it. It's an interesting story. And I get the feeling people who've read Twilight will have a somewhat better understanding of what I'm talking about and be able to relate.

And besides, if I put this on a fiction site, so how many people are actually going to believe me. To most it will just be an interesting story. And that's fine with me. But then who knows if this is just fiction? I guess I can let you judge. This first chapter is really just a lead in. Mitch and Jack are two of my best friends. Yeah, I know, my best friends are vampires, it already sounds unbelievable, but you just wait until you meet Audrey.

Anyway, Mitch is cocky, arrogant and most of the time a total dick head. And his father happens to be on the Board (the vampire's equivalent of government). And let's just say Mitch has done some stupid things. Things stupid enough to get us kicked to Wicker's. And this, in both human and vampire minds, is a bad thing.

I've decided not to mention any place names in case this does happen to get picked up by the random searches the Vampire Board always has running in order to find anything like this that might put their secrecy in jeopardy. Honestly, I couldn't care, the Board owes me anyway. And I'm fairly sure their searches won't pick this up because I've changed the names of my friends. The only thing they might look for is Wicker's but I typed that into Google and there were heaps of hits, so I'm thinking I'm safe.

And it's not like vampire is an uncommon thing to come up on the Internet. Especially with Twilight practically becoming a cult. Another reason why I decided to publish this on a fiction site. It sort of acts as a safety net. How many people believe the stuff written on fiction websites? So anyway, just one more note to all you Twilight fans, I'm also a huge fan of Edward, but in real life vampires aren't so perfectly good looking, and yes, there are some very good looking guys in my story (with the perfect immune systems of vampires they generally are more good looking than most of the human population) but Edward is too perfect for anyone – human or vampire – to measure up to.

And if you're looking for a Jacob equivalent in this story… well, sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a huge fan of werewolves, they are rude and loud (well, sure, that's a generalisation, but from the few I've met it there seems to be a trend). And werewolves usual keep to themselves, living in small outback communities. I've only met a few since I found out about this whole new world and they were all intimidating and crass (a few of them trying to come on to me since I was the only human within range – they don't usually go for vampires, not because of a hatred or anything, just because, honestly, vampires are way out of their league).

Hold up – Jack's calling me. He doesn't know how to turn on the oven. He's an eighty-year-old vampire and I'm more competent than him. Actually, it might be better if he doesn't know how to turn on the oven. At least then it might be a little less impossible for him to burn the kitchen down (again). Well, I'll get back to telling you about Wicker's next time.

See ya.

Please R+R. I'm dieing to write more of my story.