London, England, 2008

Music blared from the speakers, lights flashed across the room. I could feel the heat radiating from the crowd as they moved with beat, their pulses drumming along with it. All except one.

A man sat at the other end of room, skin pale as a corpse, heartbeat nonexistent. His dark clothing contrasted dramatically with his platinum blond hair. His contact-bearing eyes scanned the room, searching… for a good, warm meal. An attractive redhead walked by him, and he rose gracefully in pursuit. I watched as he changed his mind, deciding on a petite Asian who was seated at the bar.

"Hmm. Picky eater" I mumbled to myself as he bent down to whisper in her ear. She giggled, taking his hand and grinning as he led her towards the exit. I rolled my eyes, mentally calculating how many young girls in miniskirts I'd seen enchanted into their own meaningless slaughter. I started after them, interrupted by a drunken college student trying to make a pass.

"'Ey, whadda doin' later tonight?" he asked, slurring and slopping a pint down his front shirt.

"Not you" I responded dully, keeping the walking dead man in my view. I quickened my pace as the two of them went through the back door, his arm draped around her shoulder. I knew he wouldn't attack her right outside the club, but probably lure her somewhere less public.

I crept up behind them, "accidently" bumping into Soon-To-Be-Supper. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Its these damn heals." I looked up, pretending to recognize her, my face showing surprise. "Hey, I met you at a party a few months ago. I was just talking to your friend, she said there was some home emergency. I think she was looking for you." The girl's face immediately showed concern, and she turned to the man beside her, "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to take a rain check. Bridget's sister is about to have her baby, something may have gone wrong."

"Some other time" he said, glancing at me. My long dark hair was pulled up in a loose bun, exposing my neck. I always preferred to make myself the bait rather than some defenseless human. It didn't hurt that my blood smelled better than most or that my satin shirt was really low cut. I practically had "Bite Me" written across my chest.

The girl dashed back into the club, leaving me alone with the Vamp. He smiled alluringly, trying to hypnotize me with his looks. Too bad for him I preferred men with a pulse. There was just something attractive about a guy who didn't try to eat people. Cannibalism wasn't a turn-on.

"Would you like a ride home?" he asked, voice sweet and seductive. He gestured towards a sleek black sports car parked six feet away. "I'd love one" I replied with a smile, following him to his car. The seats were soft leather, the windows tinted dark. He climbed in on the driver's side, turned the key, put it in gear and sped off.

"What's your name?" he asked.

I chuckled. "Arabella Swan. But really, shouldn't you be asking- 'What's your address?'"

He smirked, glancing sideways at me. "Good point. What's your address?"

"Well, tonight it's the Carrington. Hotel up by Lennox and Sharp." I played along, both of us knowing that's not where he was going to drive. He made a right turn, making it look as if we were headed straight there. Ten minutes we were nowhere near it. Awfully suspicious considering that the hotel was only a half mile away from Club Midnight. I tried my best to look innocently confused, "Are you lost?"

He looked back at me, completely relaxed, "A bit. I think I just missed the right turn." I remained silent as the car pulled up to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. He put the car in park, "Why don't we make a pit stop here?" I met his gaze evenly, "Why not." I opened the car door, stepping back out into night. There was no one around for over a mile. Perfect.

He advanced towards me, eyes locked on my pale throat. "Feeling a bit peckish?" I asked, smirking. He looked up, eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "Just a little" he replied smoothly, coming to a halt two feet away. I leaned casually against the car, "Tell you what. I'll make you a deal. If you manage to draw blood, you can have it."

I laughed as he cocked his head, completely surprised by my knowledge of his intentions. I stepped forward, smiling. I shoved him away just as he leaned into my neck, sending him back fifteen feet. "What the hell?" he growled into the dirt, picking himself up. "Come on, big guy, how fun can it be without the challenge?" He bolted towards me and I side-stepped him just in time, managing to grab hold of the back of his neck. He snarled as I squeezed, lifting him off the ground. He back handed me with incredible force and I let go, stumbling back. "Lucky shot" I muttered, irritated. He lunged forward, teeth bared, tackling me to the ground. I kneed him in the gut, threw him off and got back on my feet as quickly as possible. He was already recovered, body tense, eyes full of need and rage.

We circled each other, eyes locked, both ready to pounce. He made the first move, punching my jaw and pulling my head back by my hair. "You know that rule about guys not beating on the womenfolk? Completely lost on you." He came up behind me, still holding me by my hair, growling as he leaned in for the kill. I kicked my left leg up, getting him right in the face, and twisted his arm around before he could regain his composure. He tried to head butt me but I moved to the side, taking his arm with me. He screamed in pain as I tossed it aside, quickly moving in to attack again. I hit him with brutal force three times before throwing him through the concrete wall of the empty warehouse.

He pushed himself up with his one arm and bolted forward to kick me in the back of the knees, knocking me off balance. He bent down, positioning himself directly above me and grabbed my neck, squeezing with all his might. I rolled over, prying his hands off me as I pinned him down.

I stood up, grabbing him by his shirt, and tossed him unto a concrete table. I ran to him, kicking his head clean off as he rolled on his back. I dismembered him as quickly as possible, taking the lighter out of my pocket. I ran back for the arm and piled up everything. A half empty bottle of alcohol sat on the floor covered in dust. I watched the bits go up in flames before turning back to the door.

I left the car, deciding to walk back to my hotel. I was in need of a little fresh air. Hundreds of Londoners were out enjoying their evening, taking a late night stroll with their dates, heading to a bar. A few were even walking their dogs. All of them were unaware just how dangerous the world could be. Some of them would eventually find out.

I decided to stop at my best friend's apartment, knowing he would still be up. We were both night owls, always had been. I pictured him sitting at his desk in front of his computer like always. He liked to monitor strange deaths- bodies that had turned up completely disfigured and unidentifiable, some not turning up at all.

I knock twice before letting myself in. He was the only person I knew who never bothered to lock their door. "Hey, Cal. Anybody get chopped into confetti as of late?" He swiveled around in his chair to face me, smirking. He looked me up and down, assessing my disheveled appearance. "Rough night?" he asked, eyebrows raised.

"Cup of tea" I replied lightly, settling down on his couch. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to put it all back in place.

"No bodies. No missings. All your hard work has paid off, Binx." He put his hands back behind his head and leaned back. "But I did come across something interesting. That information you want is currently in Forks, Washington. Should be easy to get."

I looked up at him in disbelief. "Well, I guess I'm going back home."

To America, we go. This story was a lot of fun writing and imagining. Hope you liked it, thank you for reading, and chapter two will be coming soon!