Hi, I had this idea from a great manga... I wanted to try to put the story with Moonlight. I hope you'll like it. Let me know it :)

Betaed by; Ancholia
A/N: Moonlight-addict is my second beta, but she's currently having problems with her computer, so since I'm french, there's surely many grammar errors. :( Just tell me if there are too many errors and I'll edit them. Thanks :)

Prologue

My name is Freia, I'm 27 and I live in NY. I have this apartment in Manhattan since I came to USA, three years ago. I'm from England and I hate my name. My father married a norwegian woman, my mother, and he died the day she gave me birth. We moved to Norway. My father loved nordic's gods and stories, so my mum gave me the name of the most beautiful viking goddess, Freia. For me, that name is a nightmare, because it's also the name of a chocolate. So at school I was called "chocolate girl". I hate that name!

If I am called like a goddess, I have nothing in commun with one. I'm small, dark blond hair, a normal face (some might say cute, I call it ordinary), and an ordinary body: I have short legs and a little fatty belly.

My sexe life… a desert. I slept once with this guy that I met at school an eternity ago. He was nice and I slept with him. I thought that I was in love, that he was too. Big mistake. I lost my virginity and I won a new feeling: anger. It's not that I don't like men. I do. I'm just scared to repeat the same thing one more time and men scare me.

I began to write. I was 20 and hoping that I would become a wonderful writer. Big mistake too. So I tried to paint, but I can't. Finally I found something between painting and writing; I take pictures. It's easier than people think. If you hate life like me, you'll see things that no one else can see. That's how I became a photographer.

Norway is a nice country if you like trees, animals, a neverending sky, bad weather and wood houses. I needed sad colours, noises, people, so I moved to London, then Paris and finally N.Y. I love this city. Everything are changing everyday. You think you know it, but you don't. So here I am, with my camera, walking in the streets in the middle of the night.

I like to take pictures of things around me, like the crazy guy in "American Beauty". Well I don't take pictures of dead birds or things like that. My thing is lights, especially at night, because they have something special, just like people. I did try to take picture of people, but they're never satisfied with what they see. That's how I lost all my friends. I like what I see in those pictures, because they show their true nature, but I finally understood that people aren't ready to discover their true faces.

I'm disappointed so I walk home, because I found nothing interesting to shoot. It's been days now that I can't take a good picture. What is wrong with me? Is this a big mistake too? No. I know it, I feel it.

Finally my building. This is a nice one, but my apartment is very small. It's more like a room, but I like it. I'm alone, so it's enough for me. I walk to the door and I see something moving towards me. It's a man. A tall one. I think he's drunk. Well I don't have time to hear his nice drunk words. He walks in the building behind me. I've never seen him here before. I try to open my door but I shiver. Shit. He comes closer. He's right next to me. I can feel his breath on my head. Come on Freia, open the fucking door! Yes, the door opens, but… shit! What happens?

I can't believe it! The guy just fell on me! He's too heavy, I'll fall under his weight. I let my door open and I feel his heavy body on my shoulder. He smells whisky. I can't hold him any longer, he falls on the floor, in my apartment. Great.

I look at him. He's a good looking man. He's blond and he has a very expensive suit. I can't let him in the corridor. I pull him inside and I try to set him on my chair. He sleeps. Well there's at least someone who can sleep. His wallet has falled on the floor. I take it and look inside. What is his name? I think I've seen this name somewhere… Josef Kostan. I can't remember where, but he's surely very rich considering his suit…

I let him here for the night. I know I'm crazy, but I have nothing to lose. I have to take a shower. I go to my bathroom and I carefully close my door. I don't want him trying to rape me.

The feeling of the warm water on my skin is the best thing I know. I just love it. I can stay in the shower like this for hours. I suddenly wake up. How long have I been there? He's maybe awake? Shit. I stop the water and put clean clothes on me. I carefully open the door and look in the room. Here he is, still sleeping on my old chair.

I come closer to him and I stare at him. His face is really pretty, it has something strange. I need to take a picture of him. I take my expensive digital camera and I sit in front of him. I take a look on him then on the screen and I press the switch. Here's the picture. Strange, it looks like he's awake. I look back at him, yes he's awake!

Darkness.

My head is heavy. I feel weak. What happened to me? I remember. The drunken guy! I open my eyes and I am on my bed. He's not next to me. I slowly lift my head. He's there, staring at something on my table. I lift my back and try to take a better look. He's watching at my pictures.

He turns his back and looks at me. He's really pretty, but he scares me.

"I like your pictures. But you're not a genius." His voice is like velvet but his tone is like ice.

"What happened to me?" My voice is shaking.

"You took a picture of me, I took my payment." He smiles. It doesn't light up his face. On the contrary it gaves something devilish.

"What do you mean?"

"I was weak and hungry. Beside I can't pose for free, so I drank your blood."

I jump on the bed. "You, what?"

"I'm a vampire. I need blood. I took yours."

I slowly put my fingers on my neck but I feel no wounds. He smiles at me. Then I see blood on my left arm. I see two small wounds on my arm! "It can't be real. There's no such things as vampires."

Suddenly I hear a growl. My skin becames cold, I'm dead scared. A monster is standing in front of me, his eyes silver and he shows me his fangs. My legs shiver and I fall on my bed. He laughs. He thinks it's funny!

His face is pretty now, but I understand what was strange. His face shows no marks of years. I have a demon in my room. "I have something to propose to you." His cold velvet voice makes me shiver.

I sit on my bed, paralysed by the fear. I let him speak.

"You can come with me and shoot me. You have talent, but you don't know how to use it. I am a good looking man, so I can be your model. In exchange, I'll drink your blood. If you refuse, I'll kill you."

"Why? I did nothing wrong!"

"Well, it's simple. The picture you took of me, shows my real nature. I'm famous all over the country. So if someone finds it, it will be the end of my community. You see, simple."

God I was fool enough to help a strange guy and now I'm a dead woman. I have to choose. "Okay, I accept."

He smiles. "Perfect. There's only one last thing. I want you to take a picture that shows the human part of me. If you can't do it, I'll kill you too. I give you one month."

I am going to say something but he suddenly jumps on me, with an unordinary speed. Darkness.