JAGER: FULL THROTLE ~This is a Pothe and ElvenDemon co-written story.

Chapter 1. Meeting For the Second Time

A cold wind blew viciously against the straining trees, roaring past the lonely figure that crept through the black forest, leaving crushed leaves in his wake. The figure looked up as the wind encircled his body, curling around him like it would in a children's cartoon, then fleeting to create havoc elsewhere.

The figure's black clothes rippled with the breeze, but he neither shivered nor gathered his shirt against him. The shirt clung to his skin, revealing well-built muscles, which made it easier to.attract his prey. The only light that shown through the thick treetops was that of the moon, a thin beam of sparkling light, the only proof that there was still some beauty alive in the world of mortals. The night creatures were silent, sensing the figure's predatorial aura, not wanting to fall victim to his bloodlust.

Loosing interest with the uninhabited forest, the figure sighed, turning back the way he had come, strolling toward the deserted park he had left half an hour ago. Only, when he returned there now, he found it no longer deserted.

Making his way through the dark, shadow filled park, he came across a girl. She sat alone, quietly staring off into space, oblivious to his existence. The girl was perfect prey for him. Slowly, creeping from the shadow's, he approached the girl. Her mind was blocked from him, but it mattered little, he had already captured her line of vision with his.

Coming closer, she rose from the small bench she was sitting on. She seemed familiar to him, but the only thing he could think of at the moment was the crimson liquid of which he so desired, pulsing through her veins.

Her hair was of a rich chocolate brown, along with her eyes, which held warmth in their cinnamon coloring. She was smaller than him, around 5'7'', and her skin was tan apposed to his deathly pale complexion. His shadow cast upon her small form as he neared.

Her eyes showed fear but she did not move, instead she stood staring at him as if in a trance. He neared her, placing a hand on her cheek, his other hand had found it's way around her waist, drawing her toward him. Her body tensed against his, but she gave no sign of trying to escape his powerful embrace.

Moving his head down, he placed soft, teasing kisses on her lips, each one growing deeper with increasing passion. The girl responded to his kisses with the same desire, seeming not to taste the blood in her mouth, as his fangs cut the flesh of her tongue.

His kisses left her mouth, traveling down her chin to her throat. This seemed so familiar to him, but still his blood lust kept him from placing were he had seen this girl before. His fangs unsheathed, but as he was about to slip them into her throat her heard her voice, a barely audible whisper, " Rameth."

~ Flashback~
A/N oh yah!! Such a good cliffhanger!! Or at least I hope it is. Btw if you didn't pay attention to the title ( ur an idiot jk jk jk) the vampire in this chapie is (the incredibly sexy) Jager lol. Who's Rameth? Who's the girl? Where does Jager know her from? How many people would like to be her position? Jk but I know I would!! lol!! All these questions will be answered in chapter 2. REVIEW!!