Disclaimer: I do not own twilight... Unfortunately.

A/N: These are different vamps. Fangs. No DIRECT sunlight. Kinda like... Vampire diaries and interview with a vampire crossed with twilight. I'm not doing the whole sparkly thing. It's cute I admit it, but I wanted to go down a more traditional route.

Thanks for reading on.

First.

They say that when life throws you lemons you should make lemonade. But right now I felt like I was drowning in citric acid. It's not that I didn't want to make lemonade, it's that whenever I tried things always turned sour. I guess that's how I got to that place, standing there, everyday. Waiting. I'm not sure what for. Someone to drop off a bucket load of 'are you insane! A swift kick up the ass? A stake through the heart? I guess that was a lie, I was waiting for her, Miss Mary Alice Brandon. She was late however, I looked at my watch 05:27pm, twenty seven minutes late to be precise.
"Fuck" I grumbled grabbing two fists full of bronze hair. My back thumped on the wall as I lent back, I was a fucking stalker. A stalker. She was just...such a breath of fresh air. As if through my eyes my entire existence was sepia, brown and yellow hues and when ever she was around everything burst into colour. Everything was so alive, as if whenever she was around everything wanted to live, I wanted to live, the birds wanted to sing, children wanted to skip, countries wanted to stop fucking wars. Because when ever she was around my dead heart clenched and my fingers twitched wanting to touch her short black hair, I wanted to stare into those big gray eyes of hers and never have to look away, because to me, she was everything. To her though? I was the tall creepy guy on the corner of the block staring at her every day at 5 o'clock as she left work. I was the guy who would wait for her to turn the corner, walk down fifth and onto her block. I was the guy who would wait ten minutes, and go into the apartment across the road from her that I had rented out and stand there, by the window. Just watching. Because I was the creepy guy who fucking stalked people. Scratch that, I was a Vampire, and I'll be damned if I denied I wanted to hunt her down and feel my long incisors pierce through the flesh of her neck. I would have to, if I didn't feel this damn pull every time I saw her. My eyes flicked to my watch again, ten minutes had past and I was still standing here, anxiety rippled across my skin and through my bones. Millions of 'what ifs' passed in my mind and I should have felt dizzy, any human would have needed a paper bag. I needed to know she was okay, craved to see her again, the animal in me wanting my possession back, demanding to know where she was. I needed to calm the fuck down. I was over a hundred years old, this was just a human. After the 'what ifs' was always the 'now whats', 'should I visit her apartment?' 'should I walk to her office?', my inner turmoil was short lived because I felt her, she was close, I felt my senses spike, every nerve ending in my frozen body vibrating with anticipation. I looked up from my place in the shadows keeping my head low enough my black hood wouldn't cause me trouble.
Her voice fluttered into my ears and I felt my body melt. "...What do you mean this tuesday?..." Her heels clipped and clopped at the pavement, her back was straight as she spoke in to her phone and it was as if everything went in slow motion, until everything did double time and the sounds and smells of the city exploded in my ears, cars honking, pigeons in the nest above me cooing, the city stench and her blood hit my nose. The steady pumping of her heart as she clutched in her hand a brown leather brief case, steadied me, keeping me focused, I was here to put all my stalking abilities to the test.
"No, No, No. I won't do it..."Her grey suit dress matched her grey suit jacket, and although I stood in the shadow and the blaze of the sun cause my eyes to squint, I still stared at her, the way her legs moved, the sound of the fabric as her tight covered legs brushed together.
"I can't work with that deadline, I'm sorry. I can't..." The way her hair fluttered in the wind as she turned her head to look around and straight down the alley. Straight at me. "Well, you'll just have to find yourself a different designer..." Her eyes locked with mine, I knew full well she couldn't see me, that her direction of sight was just thrown my way. Yet the stalker in me, the animal, the possessor in me, believed she had looked at me, as if he needed to know she felt what he felt.
"Well, I'm sorry you will be taking your business else where, but if you can find someone to design you an entire wedding dress with frills and lace and all kinds of bull shit, a grooms outfit as well as two sets of brides maids dresses in two days, do me a favour and email me their number. Good Bye Miss Mallery" Without my own authority my body moved forward walking towards her, my hand stretched outwards, my heart cringing as she turned her head back and continued walking.
She carried on walking, I tried to ignore the complete and utter agony my heart felt as she left, my body still moving with out my knowledge until the skin of my hand hit the suns rays, I felt the flesh melt before I registered myself snapping my hand back, ramming it into my coat pocket. I slip[ed into the darkness and to the flat.

I needed her. My Body demanded it. My Heart craved it and my Mind...My Mind needed to possess her.

Shortest chapter in the history of chapters I know. Anyway. I figures If I get reviews for this because people like it I'll continue. This is more of a taste of what the story is like. Obviously My writing style has changed. I've grown up alot since my first stories. I don't know where I'm going with this. But I will make sure each chapter when I post is at least 8 pages long. But I doubt I'm gonna write much if I don't get reviews. It's kinda off putting when you put lots into a story and get nothing back. xxx