A/N: I'm writing this for my friend Taylor (seeing as she is a charectar) who just came out of surgery. Her knee was all messed up. She tripped and cracked a tooth and popped her knee out of place. I blame the uneven side-walks at school. It will be in my pov until she can write on a peice o' paper. And, because I think it'll be fun, Taylor and I are Wiccan.

I am a vampire-not like the ones in BTVS. And Taylor is a Faye-faerie,fay,fey,thingy.

Also, I have a virus on my computer that cuts sentences short and deletes words. I think I found away around it but I'm not sure.

DISCLAIMER: I own only myself. I donnot own Taylor, even. I own the plot, though.

Never Normal: Book 1: Blood Wings

Chapter 1: The Chiuahua from Hell

Taylor and I watched as Angel was stabbed and threwn into Hell on her laptop.

"WTF?" I yelled. Even though I'd seen this episode before, it always made me respond in the same way. Taylor, who hadn't seen it before, had no chance.

"Omigoddess, she did not! Did Buffy really just throw Angel into hell? Naima, tell me I didn't just see that. Omigoddess, no!" Tay was going into hysterics. I smacked her upside the head, and she calmed down, after giving me a angry look. "Thanks." She said, rubbing her face raw.

I smelt the blood before I saw it. Smelling sweet and tart, bitter and delicious, dark and alluring, like dark chocolate. Taylor had rubbed off a scab- from what, I'll never know- that had covered a small cut on her left cheek. Small, red ruys, drip-drip-dipped down her face, like crimson tears. My throat burned as if hot coals had been rubbed up and down it. The blood of a Faye, similar to Lindor Truffles to humans, was the best blood a vampire could obtain. I saw Taylor's eyes widen, realizing she was bleeding. "Squirel?" She managed to squeak. I felt my pupils dilate, and she took it as a yes. Taylor propped open her bedroom window. I jumped first, landing nimbly on my feet.

Almost instantly I was relieved of the alluring smell of blood. Instead, I smelt a gas lamp burning, the dark woods beside us, the comforting smell of fresh cut grass, and. . . something not to be mentioned in a T-rated FanFiction. Distracting myself from that particular. . .stench, I looked back up at the window, seeing Taylor's azure wings- like a butterfly- snap out and prevent her from going splat!. I had to refrain from laughing when she still landed on her face.

My nostrils flared as I took in other scents. No. . . animals? Wher'd they go? Taylor and I went down the whole street, and there wasn't one animal. We went to the neighborhood next door to us. There, we saw a unoccupied house that had the woodsy scent of a dog. Chiuahua. Might as well be eating rats. I sighed, "Looks like neighborhood dog." Taylor frowned, the only other animal in the neighborhood was her two dogs, Buddy and Cindy. She preferred me eating the rat-dog. I walked through the already-open door and saw the small Chiuahua from hell. Black fur coat and creepy red eyes. I tilted it's head back and bit, sinking my fangs into his neck. No, it wasn't as good as Faye blood, or even human blood. I felt the blood stop, alerting me it was dead now, and it was dry.

Suddenly, Tay- who had followed me in- and I heard a glass-shattering scream, and we looked at each other. She grabbed the legs of a plastic flamingo, holding them like a javelin. I snapped a peice off the window frame to use as a stake. We ran up the stairs, who protested with groans underneath us. I flung open the door. No one was there. I looked around and suddenly heard a thud!. I looked over and saw Taylor fall and pass out. Then I felt something slam into my own skull.