I was- no I AM- undoubtedly, indisputably, insanely in love with him. That's only a problem for one reason. He- Alfred's a werewolf… and I'm a vampire.

No, I don't sparkle. Don't even go there. Those Cullen's are frauds! Trying to be vampires. We ALL know that you're fairies. Don't doubt that.

No, I don't have a special eye color. Only when I thirst for blood. When I'm hunting. That's when I met him. On the coast of the Outer Banks. I wasn't going to hunt in my own territory. What's the fun in that? So, I decided that I would take a trip to the United States of America. What fun!

Lucky for me, I was granted invisibility when I was changed. I wasn't dying. It was out of lust that I was changed. Francis went to far in drinking. I turned vampire. Arthur nearly had Francis' head. That was quite a show. But sometimes, I had to get away from them. And so now, I was lying on the sand, letting myself suck in the moonlight. I turned most of my senses off, so when something jerked me up from my spot in the sand, I nearly killed it on the spot. Then I noticed its eyes.

He looked at me intently, sharp blue eyes looking into my violet ones. He let out a low growl as my senses came back to me. I inhaled and one word hit my brain. Mutt. I looked again at the boy. he was toned. His button up shirt was opened to reveal his chest and abdomen, and he looked nice. "I recommend you stay out of our territory." He growled. I raised an eyebrow. He was telling me what to do? Oh, this guy was sooo in for it.

"I recommend you unhand me." I replied with a smirk. This only made his grip tighten around my shirt. His scowl grew, and he let out a throaty growl. It just seemed to make him hotter. I threw him a shit-eating grin and he lifted a hand, bringing it hard against my cheek.

"We don't need any leeches in our territory." I sneered at the nickname. Who did they think they were, comparing us to those slimy…things? It was gross! Those filthy mutts… how I hated them… I quickly brought my fisted hand up, slamming into his chin.

"You will not call me a leech, you filthy mutt." I said with venom in my voice. I could tell he was happy with my reaction. He wanted a fight. He… he provoked me! Oh, shit was about to get real serious. I turned invisible and he let go, gasping that his prey had been released. I quickly was behind him and tackled him to the ground, taking one of his ears in my hand and slamming his head into the sand. "Shit just got serious, eh?" I said, allowing my accent to slip.

"I guess it did… Matthew." I could hear the grin on his face. He knew who I was. Oh maple…

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