Hi! A really nice and awesome reviewer sent me a great idea for a story, and before I could stop myself, I was typing like a maniac. This is the result of that.

If you don't like Rosalie, I'm so sorry, but she was the only Cullen (besides Emmett and Jasper and Alice and Esme and Carlisle) that I could tolerate. I've always liked the idea of these two ice queens geting together. It just seems that they would be good friends.

The song for this entire story is Chew Me Up and Spit Me Out by Cobra Starship (I FUCKING LOVE THEM!)

Hope you like it.

Hell No Hath No Fury: Leah and Rosalie are nomadic vampires, living on the blood of the dregs of society. What happens when they encounter the small town of Forks and all its secrets? Will it be a sweet dream, or a bitter nightmare?

Chapter One: In For The Kill

LPOV

"You really are the hottest chick I've seen in a while." He said. I smiled without showing my teeth. I'd save that for later. His lecherous eyes raked over my body, and it took all I had not to snap his neck and run like hell. He smelled of sweat and something else I couldn't quite identify.

"Why thank you." I said, flirtatiously. I took a sip of whatever he had offered me while his hand trailed the length of my inner thigh. Instead of growling, I rolled my eyes and straightened my leather jacket. The liquid coated my tongue, but I didn't swallow the bitter concoction. When he turn to take a sip of his drink, I spit it into a nearby tip jar, soaking a few of the dollar bills. "And you're so handsome."

Lies, all lies...

I checked the time on the neon clock above his head. Shit! I cursed in my head. Rosalie would be waiting for me. I needed to be finished now. Initially, I'd planned on toying with him for a little longer, but I guess I'd have to go without tonight.

"Want to get out of here?" I asked, batting my eyelashes flirtatiously and biting my bottom lip. He tripped over himself to follow me out of the bar. We walked out and I led him to the alley, pushing him against the wall.

"Oh, baby. You like it rough." He licked his cigarette blackened teeth in what he probably thought was a sexy gesture. It wasn't. I smirked in response. "I can give you rough."

I laughed softly. "I highly doubt that." He grabbed me by the shoulders and I kissed his cheek as I pushed him further into the dark alley. He was so drunk, he didn't care. He didn't see anything wrong.

They never do...

"Wanna get on them pretty little knees of yours?" He asked, causing me to snarl violently.

"I bet that's what you told all of the other girls you raped..." I growled, throwing a hand around his neck and squeezing hard. "Well, say your prayers you filthy piece of shit, because you're about to pay."

He managed to scream for about two seconds before I cut him off. I affixed my teeth to his jugular, feeling him claw at me as his life essense poured down my throat. It soothed the annoying, itching burn that had been at the back of my throat since the weekend.

His fighting movements faded and became less urgent as I slowly drank in his blood. He was nothing; his blood was everything. Because he was so big and meaty, his blood was enough to sustain me for another two weeks. Though slightly tainted by his alcohol abuse and the early stages of an STD, it was filling, and that's all that mattered.

Eventually, his heart stopped beating and I threw him to the ground when I had taken every drop of his blood. I looked down at the corpse and cringed in disgust. He had his hand over his erection, even post mortem.

How fitting...

My cell phone rang and I answered it without looking.

"Where are you?" Rosalie yelled into the phone, her melodic voice high pitched in anger. I laughed without humor. She started a barrage of curses and I just laughed in response. After nearly a century with Rose, I knew it was all harmless.

"Don't get your fucking panties in a twist, bitch." I said, still laughing as I started to hang up. I started to walk out of the alley as I checked for blood stains. Wiping my mouth with my hand, I tore off the blood splattered leather jacket I had gotten from one of my other victims. My tank top underneath was fine though. I released my hair from the confines of the hair band and shook it out.

"Whatever, slut. Be here in five minutes, or I'm taking off without you." Rosalie snarled and hung up. I laughed again. We both knew that was an empty threat.

I always thought about how... comforting it was that Rose and I were like this: forever young, best friends even with this curse. She was the bright, golden goddess, and I was the dark, sexy vixen. As funny as it sounded, we balanced each other out. Together, we were unstoppable. That's the way it's always been. Checking the time again, I started to walk away, dodging my way through the crowd on the sidewalk.

Those unsuspecting fools... Out for a good time, not knowing that a vampire walks amongst them.

When I got to the abandoned parking lot near the woods, I smiled. (Think the parking lot where Bitch-sten Stewart was in in Twilight during the attack scene.) I began to run, following Rose's scent deeper and deeper into the woods. I neared a clearing and almost smiled when I encountered her. She had just finished draining her prey, an unsuspecting sex offender who she had seduced just minutes ago. I leaned against a nearby oak tree and smirked as she drop kicked the body farther into the woods. It would be weeks before someone found him.

"Nice. Going for kicker on the Bloodsuckers football team?" Rosalie snickered and straightened her light pink baby doll dress. That's where our similarities ended. Whereas I preferred going straight for the kill, she was a little more theatrical. She liked to become the living fantasy of her victims' sick minds. If she had lived through her human life, Rosalie could have probably become an actress.

"So people are beginning to get suspicious." She began as we started to walk through the forest. My combat boots crunched the leaves as we made our way to the cliffs. "I'm thinking that we kill off a few days at that vamp club in Los Angeles, then go straight to Washington."

"Why can't we go to Alaska and stay with Tanya?" I moaned. Rosalie glared at me.

"Because I can't stand her two timing, slut faced bitch of a 'sister.'" She growled. I smirked and raised an eyebrow. After fifteen years, you'd think she'd have gotten over that. "Besides, I don't want to live on fucking polar bears and penguins like they do."

"Polar bears and penguins are in Antarctica." I reminded her.

"Whatever, I'm not going there either. Alfred told me a little about his hometown." She gestured to the direction in which her victim was ceremoniously tossed. "Forks, Washington. Supposed to be cloudy and rainy. Perfect for going out during the day. Besides, we need something to do, and I have just the idea."

"Oh no..." I started.

"We're gonna go there and enroll in the local college there. And there are other vampires there too. We could live there for a bit." She sighed. "I'm tired of moving all the time. We should just... Settle for a while?... I don't know."

"But... I don't know what I'll major in." I complained, liking the idea already. It seemed cool, but we would have to be careful. If there were other human drinking vamps, the Volturi may become suspicious and try to intervene. Too many vampires in one place was dangerous and risky.

And I always enjoy a risk...

"Major in Creative Writing or something. Lord knows you have too many medical degrees." I rolled my eyes. "Which reminds me, we still have to pay off our storage unit for the year."

"Already done." I sighed as the sky darkened to midnight. "Besides, it sounds like we're going to need our stuff in Forks."

She laughed as we began to run toward our new challenge.

Little did we know how challenging it would actually be.

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