Hi everyone! Thanks for taking the time to check out my story. Im a big Jo/Beth fan. Well I'm a huge Josef fan in general actualy. This is my first attempt at writing...anything. It's not my strong suit by any means, but Ive read just about every Moonlight story on here and I've had this idea in my head. I decided to write it down. Please please review. I need it, I crave it. If you have a problem with the way I write or the way I flow I'm not an aspiring writer by any means, I leave that to the talented ones. Again thank you and let me know if you like it or if you hate it.

Chapter 1

"For Buzzwire News this is Beth Turner."

He turned off his computer monitor and leaned back in his leather office chair, placing his feet on his desk. Lacing his fingers behind his head he let out a sigh. Why, why, why was this girl on his mind constantly? Since the day he met the attractive news reporter she encompassed his thoughts. She was in his head from the time he awoke till he laid in his freezer. Day after day as the lid shut behind him his mind went to Beth. He knew he shouldn't have these feelings for Beth, but shit he couldn't help it. If this had been any other human female he would simply do what he had always done. Walk up to her, flash on of his all so alluring boyish smiles and let nature take its course. In his personal experience this always ended in the girl at his place, following him into his "bedroom" for a night of debauchery that she would never forget. He loved the feel of them in his expert hands, bringing them to their brink, their absolute breaking point of pleasure. To hear them moan then scream his name in pure unadulterated pleasure. He would trace his tongue up their collarbone gently nipping along the way until he reached his desired vein where he would sink his fangs into their flesh and greedily slurp the life source from their writhing bodies. Though he took pride in what he was, and what it allowed him to do he was a always a gentleman. For instance he NEVER took more than what was needed. When he fed from his girls he made sure they enjoyed it. He made damn sure about that. In fact many of his freshies couldn't reach climax without his elongated fangs in their flesh. This particular point was a point of pride with him. Of course most things were with the 400 year old vampire. Though alas none of this was to be with the gorgeous Ms. Turner. No matter how many times he had imagined it. Oh and how he had imagined it…his thoughts drifted to the all too familiar thoughts of the blonde reporter under him…on him…

"Mr. Kostan?"

"Yes Judith?" Josef questioned.

"Your eight o'clock has arrived sir, a Ms. Candace."

"Yes, thank you Judith send her in please." Judith is a good woman. Josef thought to himself. She's too busy watching Soap net to notice all the tell tale signs she surrounded by vampires. God he loved the elderly.

A petite red head opened the door to his office, and shyly put her head inside his office.

"Nice to see you again Candace." Josef purred towards her.

"Its always nice to see you Mr. Kostan" Candace replied with a knowing grin.

She stepped inside his office and shut the door behind her. She was thrilled to get the call to come up. It had been 3 weeks since he had called on her for her services, and she was beginning to feel neglected. When she saw him step from behind his desk in his tailored maroon dress shirt that clung to his body in the way she longed for. His black suspenders that were begging to be snapped. His black slacks that hugged his ass. She let her eyes linger on his backside biting her lip in anticipation. Josef heard her heart speed, he could smell her arousal. Josef turned to approach her as a predator would stalk prey. Only to hear her pulse quicken. His eyes turned a pale shade of blue as he grabbed her wrist He let his fangs lengthen, grazing them up her arm. He gave her a peck on her shoulder as he widened his mouth and sank his fangs into her creamy neck. He moaned at the metallic warmth that was swimming down his throat, and his own blood boiled when he heard her gently moan…"Josef."

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"For Buzzwire News this is Beth Turner."

Beth Turner was standing outside a Malibu mansion with a look of disgust on her beautiful face.

"…and were out." Danny her cameraman said.

"Oh God" sighed Beth. "I never thought I would get through that one. Who cares that some washed up pop princess is divorcing her deadbeat husband?" Beth questioned Danny.

"Well, according to the ratings about 80 of the population care." Danny answered with a smirk. He knew where this was headed. She responded the same time she had to do a "fluff" piece.

"There are serious things going on in the world as we speak you know." Beth replied in a huff. "When I decided to become a journalist it was to inform the public of NEWS, not baby daddy drama."

"I feel for you Turner, I really do." Danny responded with mock sympathy.

"I don't need to the patronizing tone Danny, believe it or not its not helpful you ass." Beth glared at him.

"Okay, okay I'll change the subject then." Danny started with a grin. "How are you and the P.I. doing?"

"Oh stop with that!" Beth answered indignantly. "Were just friends and you know it."

Of course that wasn't by any choice of her own. She loved Mick St. John. She was completely in love with him. For the last two months she knew him she was trying to get him to let down his guard, and see her. See what they could be together, the two of them. She knew Mick cared for her. You don't protect someone for 23 years and just not care. Though she was beginning to realize that pining for Mick's love was futile.

"Night Danny." Beth kissed her cameraman on the cheek goodnight. "Tell Rebecca I said hello."

"Will do." Danny answered giving her a friendly hug.

You cant truly love someone until you can love yourself, and Beth had never met anyone with more self hatred than Mick. He hated what he was, he hated himself for something he could not change about himself. He would never find himself worthy of love. Love from her or anyone else. He wanted her to settle down with a nice "mortal man" and have a happy life. Mick seemed to ignore the fact the only way her life was going to be happy was for Mick to be in it with her. Everytime he looked down at her with that little half smile of his her heart broke to know that he didn't have the same feelings in his heart for her. He would never be hers, the way she wanted him to be hers.

That's why it has to end. Beth said to herself. That's why it has to end.

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Mick shut his door and headed down the stairs. He had a "dinner" meeting with Beth. She wanted his help with a hit and run case. He was so excited to hear from her last night. She said she wanted him to "sniff" the scene to see what he could pick up. Mick climbed into the drivers seat of his vintage Mercedes. Though if his car was vintage that would make him vintage as well. He started the engine and pulled out into the steady L.A. traffic. He made his way to the Thai restaurant Beth wanted to meet him at. Mick had been looking forward to seeing her all day. He always looked forward to meeting up with Beth. He loved listening to her talk about something she was passionate about. The way her eyes would light up and sparkle with that delicate shade of blue. He loved the way she walked, the way she ate, and he loved the way she loved. He loved her he truly loved her.

He loved Beth Turner so much in fact he was trying his best not to get to close to her. Which was proving more and more problematic for Mick. He could never shake the image of her from his head. He wanted to feel her, feel every inch of her. If only he could make love to her the way a normal man could. If he knew a way to make that happen he would do it. Other vamps including his best friend Josef slept with humans routinely. Though they all had little respect for human life. Mick could never make love to Beth, for fear of taking her life. Even if he could control the monster inside of himself from draining Beth, he would need to bite her to fully release and he couldn't put Beth through that again. His mind drifted back to the day in the dessert when he had to feed from her to sustain his life. He felt her pain and terror, and he didn't want to scare her like that again. Though he accepted that some of it might had been the circumstances that they were in that had frightened her the most. And he wasn't feeding from her for pleasure but for sustenance and that were two totally different things. But still even if he could contemplate the idea of her enjoying his bite it would still just be another reminder to her that he wasn't a real man. He wouldn't be able to live with the look of disappointment in her eyes.

So he would have to accept Beth as a friend and nothing more. It was worth all of the longing if it meant he could be nearer to her.