A/N: Hello hello again everyone. Immortal Drake here with yet another new story. For those who have found this story after reading another one of mine, don't worry, those will still progress. This was one of those ideas that I had to put onto a document otherwise I'd forget it. First things first, I did get permission from Sheppard to write and publish this spin-off, if you don't believe me you can ask him. I'll admit I find this idea partially crazy myself, but let's see what gets thrown at the wall and sticks eh?

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Fox, nor do I own the concepts and OCs featured in the original First Contact. All I've got to my name here are the OCs not featured in the original and the changed plotline. Warning: Non-Twilight vampires are featured below, so read at your own risk. Without further ado, please read, review, and enjoy (I know I enjoyed writing this).

First Contact: Nocturne

By: Immortal Drake

Pain, mind-numbing, excruciating pain was what greeted the light brown anthropomorphic husky. Blearily she opened her eyes, looking around the cockpit of her aircraft. Thankfully the rocket had only managed to hit the wing, and not the cockpit like it almost had thanks to her last-second evasive maneuvering. However, the craft had plummeted straight down about a thousand feet into the hard sandy ground, which had no doubt done the rocket's work for it.

"Fuck," was the only word that came to mind to describe her situation. A sudden, acrid smell hit her nose, goading her into action, 'That's definitely the G-diffusors,' she thought to herself as she searched for the hatch release. Finding the lever in its familiar place, she yanked on it, sending the canopy up and over her head with the sound of hydraulics. Gritting her teeth, she unclasped her seatbelt and clambered out, though not before a spike of pain in her side turned her climb into a tumble to the ground below.

"Fuckin'…OUCH!" she yelped as she landed on her tail. She pulled the appendage out from under her butt, quickly elbowing the Arwing out of spite as she did so, as if it was to blame for her misfortune. The husky tried to stand, only for her side to twinge again and bring her to her knees. "Fine, crawling then," she muttered to herself.

The husky began crawling away from the Arwing, knowing that she had to put as much distance between herself and it as possible before the g-diffusors went up, otherwise she was toast. Not to mention it was so freaking cold and somewhat hard to breathe as she tried to get away, slowing her efforts. She could feel warmth and dampness spreading through her flight suit from her side, weakening her movements further.

She tried to bring the transmitter on her left arm up to her face, to contact someone, anyone. The limb wouldn't respond enough, she wasn't able to lift it close enough even as she continued her crawl towards safety.

"There it is, I see the fire!" called out a voice to her left. The glare of headlights greeted her as she heard what sounded like a car come to a halt and doors opening and closing. Footsteps walked over asphalt and then dirt towards her, the husky getting the distinct impression that they weren't there to help her.

The newcomers were revealed to be humans wearing the combat fatigues that had become familiar to her during the Cornerian invasion of Earth. One held onto a blocky assault rifle while the other was unarmed.

"Hey, I think I see the pilot," one of them said walking towards her, shining the bright beam of a flashlight on her. The husky let out a growl subconsciously.

"Whoa, did he just growl at you?" the human's companion said, grip shifting on his assault rifle.

"I don't know…Maybe it was—what the hell?" the first human replied, no doubt having caught sight of her tail.

The human that had spotted her tail gave it a kick, drawing a high-pitched whine from the husky. "Hey Don, it's a dog…it's like a human, and a dog at the same time, weird," the human commented.

She started to reach for her handgun, but was roughly flipped over onto her back for her troubles, the weapon wrenched from her hand as it clattered on the ground and her arms forced together at her wrists.

She got a much better look at the humans, their mostly hairless faces looking down on her. She almost missed it, but it looked like a shadow moved behind the armed human, she dismissed it as a trick of her blood loss addled mind. They also got a better look at her too.

The human that had rolled her over gave a low whistle, "Oh hey, it's a girl pilot," he stated the obvious.

"Nué sich diza!" the husky snapped back at him.

"Take her weapons and shit, I don't want her going off on us," the rifle bearing human said to his companion, right before something again shifted behind the man and the car's headlights went out.

"What the hell?!" the human holding her shouted, shining his flashlight towards his companion, the human with the rifle, Don. The soldier was pointing his rifle towards the vehicle.

"I think I see someone in there, you in the car, get out now! That's property of the US Army!" Don shouted. Whatever or whoever was apparently inside either wasn't listening or didn't care, as Don shouted his order again, advancing on the driver's side door.

Don suddenly yelped and was pulled behind the car, where the sound of ripping flesh assaulted the husky's keen hearing and a loud hiss soon followed. "D-Don?" the other human hesitantly called out. The human yelped as a dark blur suddenly leaped from the shadows and slammed into him, sending the soldier flying backward, the flashlight falling out of his grip.

As the flashlight came to rest near her head, the husky could barely see anything, the beam of light resting on the humans' car. The fire of her Arwing cast everything else in a red tint. A heavy impact from the human landing and then a similar impact as if from a heavy punch followed it, before everything was silent.

It felt like hours had passed since everything went silent aside from the crackling flames. The husky didn't dare move, lest she draw the wrath of the mysterious attackers upon herself. Pain still racked her, and it took all her willpower to keep silent, no matter how much it hurt.

She heard footsteps again, from behind her field of view. She froze as a dark figure entered her view, a hooded jacket with baggy pants and gloves hiding their exact features from her view. Another similarly clothed figure walked out from behind the vehicle, though their coat was stained with bright red blood. She stifled a whimper as the two approached and then crouched over her. From the way their hoods shifted, they seemed to be curious, the bloody one reaching down and feeling the material of her flight suit over her stomach before drawing their hand back.

The two looked at each other, both sending repeated gazes her way as they seemed to converse in a way she couldn't hear. Pain rolled up her side again and she couldn't stifle a groan this time. That seemed to make the two come to a decision, and the one without blood on them looked directly at her. Eyes as red as blood suddenly and startlingly glowing slightly through the shadows of their hood looked her right in the eyes. They seemed so, hypnotic, alluring and yet so alien. She could feel herself starting to get drowsy, she wasn't sure how or why, but her own thoughts turned sluggish and her eyelids grew heavy.

The last thing she heard before falling under was a voice in her head, 'Goodnight Ms. Spitz.'

A/N: Ok, yes I know this is shorter than my usual work. But you can expect further chapters to be longer than this, and perhaps feature other viewpoints to see what changes. Hopefully what happened here in the prologue was interesting enough for y'all. I also hope that my vampires were not too cliché or disappointing.

Anyway, I will see y'all, next time in the next installment of First Contact: Nocturne!