A/N: Yeah. Ok, so I

did say I wouldn't be posting anything for a week…butbutbutbut…I REALLY need to get this down. And thus begins my (hopefully better) version Twilight, which due to copyright infringements of the two parties I am currently stealing both plot and characters from, I will change the name of:

I don't own Twilight, or Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicles, but I do own Twilight: Reservoir Chronicles :)

This first chapter, it's a teaser, summary and preface all wrapped into one. Basically, I read Twilight, bit by bit and type it up, word for word, changing the parts as I do so. Simple, non-headache inducing, and a lot of fun :) …as soon as I can stop the bile from rising to my throat from the sheer sappiness (and I do mean horrifying, disgusting sweetness) of this first bit and work out an updating schedule, I do plan on writing Nostalgia Chapter 6 (former name, Valentine's Day Love) and having it up within the general Friday time frame…ish. But before that, I plan on finishing everything school-work-related.

Yes. I'm stalling.

Ridiculous Prologues

~for parodies everywhere~

About three things I was absolutely positive.

First, Kurogane was a vampire.

Second, there was a part of him—and I didn't know how dominant that part might be—that thirsted for my blood.

And Third, I was unwillingly, unconditionally, and unfairly in love with him.

Fai D. Flourite's move to rainy little Forks, Washington, could have been the worst move he ever made. But once he meets the muscular and red-eyed Kurogane Suwa, Fai's life takes a more exciting turn. Up until now, Kurogane has managed to keep his vampire identity a secret, but now the secret is out because of Fai, the person Kurogane holds most dear. The lovers find themselves balanced precariously on the point of a knife—between love and hate. This is a love story with MxM.

I'd given a lot of thought to how I should like to die—I'd had reasons aplenty in the last few days—but even if I were to die, I would not have known that it would turn out like this.

It's sure a good way to die, I thought, attempting to stare down my hunter. In the place of the one I love. Noble, even. That ought to count for something with the Holy Man Up Above.

If I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death right now. But, terrified as I should be, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision and beg for life like a normal person. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Duh.

My hunter smiled and sauntered forward to kill me, never once breaking eye-contact.

"Goodbye, world," I breathed, and closed my eyes in preparation. That's when I woke up.

A/N: breathe. It can't have been too bad. r&r, please.