Chapter 1:
Mick St. John jumped off his roof and gracefully landed on the sea of grass behind his luxurious apartment. It was a cloudy day, just the perfect weather for Vamps. All the same, he slid on his three-hundred dollar shades. He slipped on some black criminal-like gloves and walked quickly to the dead body that was sprawled out behind the trashcan like an eagle. The corpse was a woman who had looked like she was in great pain before she passed. There were two puncture wounds in her neck and when Mick checked, the corpse was drained of blood… and all liquids. That was definitely weird.
Mick used his since of smell to trace which Vamp had done this to this poor woman and he recognized a familiar scent. Coraline. He watched with his heightened senses as the now-corpse strutted down an ally. He saw Coraline jump out of nowhere and tackle the woman. He saw Coraline scare her when she revealed her fangs and the corpse's last attempt for escape… and he watched Coraline dig her fangs into the woman's chest and the woman's breath stopped. Mick had to find her.
When Mick looked up, Beth was walking towards him, her blonde hair bouncing side-to-side. "You know," Beth said, breaking Mick from his trance, "if you would convert me it wouldn't take me so long to get over here." Mick just stared for a moment. Snapping back to reality he replied, "Beth, you know I can't do that."
"Is this stubborn only-you-can-be-a-Vamp going to last forever?"
"Beth, it's not like that."
"It seems that way."
"Hey, hey hey!" Mick grabbed her arm. "I am just trying to protect you Beth." Beth looked unreadable to Mick. "Mick, I am a human, and I am breakable. Convert me and it wouldn't be that way." Beth leaned in to kiss him but Mick pushed her away. "Beth..." Beth looked soppy. "Please?" Mick ignored her question and attempted to change the subject.
"So have you found a new job yet?" Mick asked. Beth looked at him seductively. "I could be a Vampire –" "No Beth." Beth just looked at him. "This is getting ridiculous Mick." Mick turned towards her. "I have to find Coraline." Beth for the first time noticed the dead woman on the ground. "Did she do this?" Her voice became full of genuine concern. "Yes." Beth looked confused. "Didn't she get dragged back to France with her blood brothers?" "She is on the run." Beth looked alarmed. "Well if your going to catch her, Mick, take me with you." Mick looked agrivated. "Beth, you know I can't do that!"
"If you leave me here, she'll find me and use me to get to you again."
"If you come with me you may get killed."
"She will use us."
Mick knew she was right. She may be stubborn, but she is right. Mick walked her to his car around the corner. "Get in." Then he smelt her scent again. She had used this very car. "What's wrong?" Beth demanded. "Mick!" Mick looked angry. "She's here," he replied. "She's here." He started the ignition and was going to follow her scent.