Okay, so if you're giving this story a chance, thank you! I know, I know, the summary was completely awful! Dang, I really need to work on those...

Alright, so right now I have this strange substance on my fingers. It's green and slimy, and it smells like holly or evergreen or something. I have absolutely NO IDEA what it is, by the way… I'm kinda scared to get it on the keyboard, so I guess I gotta chicken-peck now. Grreeeaaaat.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot. Deal with it.

Fang POV

I was walking down the sidewalk with my hands in my pockets. It was the dark, backside of town, the area in movies with dim streetlamps and gangs and tons of alleys. Yeah, that kind of area. I sleep in one of those alleys, under a dumpster. I found an old mattress (one that wasn't all moldy and smelly, mind you) and had to hide it in a place where it wouldn't be stolen. Unfortunately that was the only hiding spot that the mattress could fit in. I don't sleep there much anyway, only lately when I've been forced to. I prefer roofs over dumpsters any day, even in rain, but 2 weeks ago a cop found me. He's been searching for me on the roofs and streets ever since. I've been pretty careful not to be spotted, but I've had a few close calls.

I turned a corner and came to a stop in front of my dumpster. Sighing, I sat down and leaned my back the hunk of rusted metal. I looked up at the stars that I'd seen so many times before. They never got old. I looked down at my feet, or rather, my beat-up-taped-together-sorry-excuse for shoes. That's when I noticed a puddle of water from the recent rainstorm by my feet. I slowly leaned forward, daring myself to view my reflection. It had been a while since I'd last looked at myself. I didn't like what I saw, even though I could barely see myself in the poor light.

My hair was long. As in, knee-length long. It was also extremely oily from not being washed since… the last rain. I grabbed the black hair band I had found on the street and pulled my hair into a ponytail. It was much more manageable that way. My black eyes were still framed by long, thick black eyelashes, that much hadn't changed, but I had big, dark bags under my eyes. My normally olive skin tone was a bit paler than usual, but it could have just been the moonlight. My clothes were caked with gunk (basically your average mixture of blood, dirt, grease, and other stuff you find on the streets). My clothes consisted of a black t-shirt and black jeans. I'm not emo, but when you hide in dark streets, you realize pretty quickly that colors like neon orange don't blend in very well. In fact, they're bound to get you killed. DARK clothes help you blend in DARK areas. Anyway, I preferred the black over anything else. What confused me though, was the fact that my teeth were still completely white. No chips, no cracks, none missing, no stains, no cavities, no stains, no extra food, still perfect.

I shut my mouth and scowled at my reflection. I smelled horrid, I looked like crap, but I still had perfect teeth. How does that work?

I rolled my eyes. "Great. Now I sound self-absorbed," I murmured to myself quietly. Then my scowl deepened. "And now I'm talking to myself. Well yippee doo da day."

I struck the puddle with my hand, messing up the image that was shown. I stood up and started pacing. It was a habit of mine that had yet to brake. I do it when I have nothing to do. The light on the street directly outside the alley flickered, and then shut off.

"Wonderful. Now I have absolutely no light! Angel, I can't even see my hands!" I grumbled to myself. (A/N: In this story, when angel is in italics, they're using it in place of a swear word. Or something along those lines. If it's not italicized then it's the character Angel, okay? Sorry if it's confusing…)

Off in the distance I heard gunshots. Three of them, to be exact. Then a police siren started. Now, normally I would just ignore it, seeing as it's a part of life for me now, but I heard the siren getting louder. The cop was headed this way. I cocked my head to listen better. The car should pass by in about 30 seconds max. But I heard something else. Footsteps, two pairs of them, running this way. I quickly crossed back to my dumpster and rolled underneath, onto my mattress. Both the footsteps and the siren came closer. I heard one set of steps falter outside my alley, then turn in. Snap decision, I guess. The first person ran and ducked behind my dumpster. The second person followed. I silently started counting down.

10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

The car rolled by slowly, not even bothering to run its' sirens anymore, just its' lights. The cop inside knew it was a lost cause to search for someone around 1 am in this part of the city, so they didn't even bother stopping to do a thorough search. After the patrol car had gone, I heard the two runner's breath out a sigh. One was slightly panting still. I stayed still, curious about why they were here, in my alley. Obviously they were new around here, or else they wouldn't have dared to step foot in here.

"Is it safe?" the second person asked. A boy.

The other person must have started looking around because I heard someone rummaging through the junk in the dumpster and around it. The person walked away, satisfied, footsteps echoing in the silence. "All clear." Not. "Think it was him who called the cops?" the first person wondered out loud. Female.

The boy chuckled. "Really? Even after being shot? Nah. That guy's too much of a wimp. Probably be scared to death, worried we'd come back and make sure he's dead."

They both laughed nervously. I was now officially curious. They shot someone? Who, and why? I didn't even know who these people were! And that's saying something, because unless I'm in trauma or whatever, I never forget a person. Ever.

The girl sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Curiosity got the better of me. I had to know who these people were! I rolled out from under the dumpster. They couldn't see me, that much I knew, but I noticed a movement from the shadows. My eyes, already adjusted to the lack of light, could easily pinpoint where the movement was and found the faint outline of two bodies; both crouched by the back wall.

I heard someone suck in a breath, but the guy cut her off. "Hold up a sec, Max. We've got company."

And that's a wrap! Mmm, now I'm hungry... Anyway, this is chapter 1. Like it? Hate it? Tell me! Suggestions or requests for characters or plot or a soda you want someone to drink or anything I might be able to use, tell me! PLEASE? **Does Bambi eyes**