My first fan-fiction on this wonderful website, so please do not murder me for my newbie-ness:)

You read the summary (hopefully). Vittoria De Luca is an independent vampire who reports on crime and other scandalous things. When rumors start to fly about the city's heartthrob Josef Kostan, how far will Vittoria go to get this story? Thrown in some drama, a dash of action, humor, a bit of romance and you'll get a mess of emotions right in front of you. Josef/OC

Disclaimer: I, unfortuneally, do NOT own Moonlight or any other characters except Vittoria and those random people you meet thoughout the chapters. 3


Blood. An essential to all life, whether or not you use it the moral way.

The brunette hurried down the crowded city sidewalk, keeping close to the canopies near the shops. People saw her, but never for more than a moment's glance before she was gone, passing the people up ahead of them.

Normally, this brunette would have been cautious enough to bring her car, but her car was at the shop, currently getting the engine looked at. Her destination wasn't that far away, but already the sun was giving her a headache, which would explain her sudden change in pace.

Finally, the brunette saw the darkened shop at the corner. Without a second glance, she swept herself into the shop, the only sound being detected was the small, average ding of the bell attached to the door.

"Hello?" a voice came from the darkness. There was some small, dainty candles lined up across where the curtains covered the large windows.

"Hello Baron," the brunette said, her feminine voice sounding much more fragile compared to the deep voice of this Baron.

A man in what would appear to be his mid-forties came around the counter, peering into the candle light to show this costumer's face. "Ah, I figured I would be seeing you soon. How may I help you, my love?"

The brunette contained her annoyance at the pet name she was given before responding. "I need more blood and I need it quickly. I have to get to work. Whatever you got is fine."

The man, Baron, sighed. "So impatience. Would you like it now or shipped?"

"Give me a glass now and ship the rest. This sunlight is killing me."

Baron suddenly had a glass filled nearly to the brim of the crimson liquid, as if he never left his place at all. The brunette tried to drink it as quickly as she could without looking savage.

"How big is this story that you cannot appreciate the taste of your blood?" he chuckled, earning himself a hard look for the brunette as she drained the glass.

"No story yet, although I'm hoping for something good today. I'm having trouble attempting to be interested in our mayor's raging hormones. How much do I owe you?" she said, fishing though her purse for her wallet.

"No scandalous details for an old friend? Vittoria, I am wounded," Baron said disappointedly. The brunette tried to hide the rare, quick flashed smile that was threatening to appear on her face.

"This should be enough," the brunette, now known as Vittoria, said, handing him a couple of folded bills. "Nice to see you, Baron."

"Until next time, my love," he said as she disappeared for the shop just as quickly as she came in.

Vittoria De Luca, who we referred to as the brunette, caught the door on her way into the office. She was grateful that she had stocked up on her blood supply. The weather in Los Angles was never a pleasant experience, especially when the temperature was taking an new high.

"Vittoria, may I have a word with you?" a middle aged woman said as soon as she walked into the office. Her hair was piled up on top of her head, sealed with a pencil. She was wearing a knee-length skirt and a thin cotton blouse, obviously she was suffering from the intense heat.

Without speaking, Vittoria followed the woman into her office, which was stacked high with papers and other miscellaneous items.

"First, your story about the mayor's affair was good, but the affair makes it seem tabloid trashy. On the plus side, I have two new leads for you to take," the woman said, taking a seat in her worn out, oddly colored chair.

"Shoot."

"There's evidence about the city's taxes. Apparently, they are being involved in some scandal. I want you to check it out unless it looks like a dead trail. Also, there was a college student found dead," she said, looking though heavy files for something.

"What's the COD?" Vittoria asked, a bit more interested in the dead body than the tax scandal that could be going on.

"Not sure yet. Body's just been called in. I want you there now," she said, stressing the "now".

Vittoria left her office without another word, already sensing that this day was going to long.