This is my first Fanfiction. I got the inspiration from the song "Here Without You" by 3 Doors Down. Please review and let me know if I should continue.

I used to wonder why I forced myself to go on living like this; Hunting, painting, and then pretending to sleep at night. And then she came into my life, and suddenly everything was brighter. But now she's gone and I want to die. But I can't. There's no way for a soulless monster like me to die. It's my power you could say. I can still remember her soft giggle and her perfect face, and her flawless smile. I choke back a dry sob. There's nothing I can do now. I stared out the window as I remembered the day I lost her.

"Carter, why do you always hang out in the graveyard?" She asked as we walked side by side down the rows.

"Because I like remembering who they were," I replied.

"I can't believe you knew these people" She said as she identified some of the graves.

"Vampires live forever"

"I'm glad I'm not a vampire"

"You're lucky you're not"

"Well, I have to go…" She sighed as she got bored and ran back towards the road.

"Bye" I called. I looked back once and saw a car speeding towards her.

"Look out!" I screamed.

She whipped around to look at me and the car slammed into her.

"Devon!" I screeched as I ran with my super human speed towards her. I picked up her limp body and shook her lightly.

"Devon, can you hear me?" I asked franticly. As I leaned down to bite her she struggled to speak.

"D-don't bi-ite me." She whispered. "I love you" She finished as her eyelids closed forever.

I sobbed dryly into her wavy blond hair; I would never see her green eyes sparkle again.

I sat alone in my little apartment, I wished I could cry. But I couldn't I never would. I missed her so much. Finally as the hours of night settled on the city I went outside. I needed to feed, it had been four weeks. I was practically dead as I walked through the streets, like a zombie with sunglasses.

"Give me the purse!" I heard a man order around the corner.

"H-here" A feminine voice stuttered.

Suddenly a man holding a gun and a purse slammed into me. I picked up the man and snapped his neck easily; I would come back for him in a moment. I turned down the alley to find a poor woman shaking.

"Here ma'am" I said as I handed her the purse. And then I quickly left, and drank the man. I returned to my apartment, not every time I hunted I managed to catch a mugger; tonight I got lucky. I continued to paint Devon's lovely face and I sighed. I loved her so much; I couldn't believe she was gone. The doorbell rang and I slowly got up and answered it. I girl about Devon's age opened the door, and my jaw nearly dropped; she had silky looking dark curls that fell past her shoulders and dark thick lashes. But the one thing that threw me was her eyes, as I opened the door they went from dark brown to a pretty amber color as she saw me. She smelled so good; I knew she wasn't my kind as my throat started to burn. But her heart beat faster than a normal human.

"Hi, I'm Jacey. May I come in?" The girl said

"Sure" I said as I noticed the plastic container of cookies in her hand. I led her to the small two person table in my apartment.

"You paint?" She asked as she saw my many paintings of Devon and the Graveyard.

"Yeah,"

"You're really talented,"

"Thanks"

"The reason I came was because… My dad was the one that hit the girl" She said apologetically as she reached over and grasped my hand. She didn't flinch as her warm palm touched my frozen hand.

I blinked, what girl? Devon! I felt terrible because I had forgotten Devon the moment Jacey came into the room.

"Oh…" Is all I could say…

"I brought some cookies," She said in an attempt to cheer me up. "Have one" She said as she popped the lid and handed one to me.

I forced myself to eat it; it was flavorless and bland as was every human thing I ate.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked as I still wondered about her eyes.

"Sure,"

"Why did your eyes change color?"

"Oh… That's what happens when my mood changes, their dark when I'm unhappy and light when I'm happy."

"One more"

"Shoot,"

"What are you?" I asked slowly, she wasn't human I knew that much.

"I could ask you the same thing." She said quickly as her eyes darted around the room. "Well, I have to go. But I never caught your name."

"I'm Carter,"

"Nice to meet you, Carter; call me" And with that she left. I noticed a small white card on the table under the cookies.

Call me. 657 0938

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