Hey everyone. My name's Brittany, and I've written a lot of stories before, but this one has to be my favorite. It's a fan fiction mix. Twilight/Keith Urban. Yes, I know it's a weird combo, but the people I've sent it to seem to enjoy it, so I decided I'd post it here. Sorry for the short length of this chapter, but they do get longer as the story progresses. As of right now, I have written all of this story, and 8 chapters of the sequel. I'd greatly appreciate any comments, thank you!

TEMPTATION

Chapter One – My Dreamless Nightmare

It felt like a nightmare, but I knew I wouldn't be waking up. I would actually never experience the feeling of waking up again. My life was nothing like I had expected it to be. After two years of this, I suppose being a vampire wasn't that bad. I could resist the smell of human blood now. I lived alone, and didn't socialize much; Not even with other vampires, because no matter where I was, I always felt lonely. I was sitting in a movie theatre, waiting for the movie to start, when I first smelled it.

No one's scent had ever smelled that heavenly. I turned, and saw a man with brown and blonde hair walk in. I had resisted human blood for over a year, my diet was strictly animal, and I wasn't about to go back now. But oh, how he smelled. I quickly realized I didn't have to breathe, so I didn't. I could feel him watching me, I guess I looked uncomfortable. I could have left then, I should have left then, but I knew if I got up, I might have pounced on him. He seemed to spot me; I suppose I looked a little strange to him. With my pale face, red hair, and my bronze eyes, now suddenly black. He began to walk over, and if my heart could still beat, it would have been beating like it was about to come out of me. Normally people would stay away from me, but he seemed attracted to me.

"Is this seat taken?" he suddenly asked with the most breath-taking accent I'd ever heard, but that was in the back of my mind, compared to the threat I posed to him.

"Ummm…" I didn't know what to say. "No," I decided. I had to take another breath to get that last word out and it took everything in me not to take him there.

He smiled and sat down next to me. The lights went down and I knew I could easily take him there. There wouldn't even be any witnesses. And if someone happened to see me, I could easily outrun them. I sat as far away from him in my seat as the space would allow. I knew I had to get up, but I worried about being rude. Quickly, I shoved that out of my mind. I'd much rather be rude than kill an innocent man. I stood up, and he watched me with curious blue eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"I have to get out of here." Oh no, I breathed again.

"Do you need any help?" he said as I tried to walk by him.

I shook my head and kept walking, at a little faster than human-pace. I felt him follow me for a moment, but then he stopped. I was relieved when I heard him sat back down, and then I ran. I was fast enough that if anyone saw me, they wouldn't have even thought it was a person. I stepped outside and abruptly stopped, breathing in the fresh air. His scent was still in my head, but I wasn't so close to him anymore, and that helped my temptation. I sat down for a moment, my head in my hands. I couldn't believe how tempted I was to go back inside and lure him out. I shook the thought out of my head and stood back up, then began to walk, at a normal pace. I normally didn't like to go so slow, but part of me was trying to pull myself back to the theatre. The smell faded a little bit from my mind with every step I took, but it was never gone from my memory. I finally decided to run, I had to get home and distract myself. I ran inside and closed the door, breathing heavy (more as a reaction than a need for air). I sat down on the couch and turned on the T.V. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw who was on it. The man from the theatre was sitting there, in an interview with Diane Sawyer, laughing. I felt my jaw drop; I couldn't believe my luck was that bad. But then again, I didn't believe in luck anymore. For the first time I noticed how good-looking he was. I suppose without his smell to tempt me, I could focus on something else. I shut off the TV and wished I could sleep. I sighed and leaned my head back, hoping that somehow his smell would get out of my mind. But it didn't. I decided it was time for a hunting trip, which was the only thing that would keep my mind off his blood…