CHAPTER 1
It was dark, cold and rainy, but it wasn't a surprise for Forks Washington. I needed to feed, that much was certain, but I didn't want your run of the mill drunkard stumbling his way out of last call. No, I wanted to taste innocence tonight. And what better place to look than around the university campus. I could feel myself harden just thinking about catching a shy, cute little bookworm making her way back to her dorm from a night of studying. I would charm her back to her place, tease her until she begged for me to take her, and snuff out that bright eager light from her eyes.
It wouldn't be that hard, after all I was designed to be appealing to my pray. I'm tall, about 6'3", pale with a lifters body. I have messy mahogany locks that women love to run their hands through and a deep voice that sends tingles down the spine. To sum it up, I'm a hot motherfucker but what vampire isn't? To answer your questions: No, I don't sparkle in the sun like some pussy, and yes, I have fangs like a real man. I'm over 200 years old, but to any unsuspecting human, I don't look a day over 25.
The burn in my throat took precedence over my desire to have my fun. It was now 3 a.m. I had waited too long and now my patience to find my precious bookworm was wearing thin. Just as I was about to say fuck it and raid the local bar, a delicious scent flooded my nostrils. It smelled of cherry blossoms and sex. My head snapped in its direction only to find a hooded figure of a female. I couldn't make out any features due to the baggy sweatshirt she wore and the hood covering her head, but she looked to be about 5'5"-5'6". She was walking slowly across campus, and looked to be headed down a deserted alley for a short cut, perfect.
I swiftly followed, making sure my footsteps made no sound and kept back a good distance. Just as I was about to enter the alley, I saw that I wasn't the only one pursuing the sweet smelling vixen. A man, too old to be hanging around a college campus, turned down the alley just as the hooded figure passed him. Though my throat was burning for relief, I wanted to see how this would play out. Either I would save the hooded figure and she would invite me back to her place to thank me, and I would have my relief or I would kill two birds with one stone. Either way I win. I scaled the side of the building to get an aerial view of the scene.
I could tell this was not his first time following a woman into a dark alley; his footsteps were too calculated and silent. But he made a mistake, he accidentally kicked a can and alerted his prey of impending danger. He stopped in his tracks, expecting his prey to run, but oddly enough she stopped as well. Strange. Was she frozen in fear? I honed my ears in on her heartbeat; it was as if she was at home watching television on the couch. Before I could try to assess the situation further, the man took his chance, he sprinted towards the girl and slammed her against the brick wall. I guess this is my cue to swoop in. Just as I was about to step down from a 10 story drop, the girl flipped her attacker and was now standing over him. What the fuck? "What the fuck!?" The guy yelled. We were on the same page. He got to his feet and tried again. As soon as he lunged to punch her, she blocked it and skillfully pulled a knife from her pocket and slashed his throat clean open. To say I was shocked was a damn understatement.
But it didn't stop there, she stood there and watched as he clawed at his throat and bled out. Then she pulled down her hood and my breath caught in my throat, gorgeous. She had plump pink lips, wavy blond hair that barely touched her shoulders, and the oddest, most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen - dark orange with specs of hazel - all in a heart shaped face. I stood there frozen. As the creep lay at her feet, dead as a doornail at this point, the vixen bent over him, plunged 2 fingers into the gash on his neck, examined the color, and took a slow deep lick of her fingers before covering her head with the hoodie and boredly walking away. Fuck! I was hard again.