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I've spent the last week straight reading the Vampire Kisses novel and manga series so much that my eyes should have started bleeding. I'm pretty sure with all the times I've reread Kissing Coffins, Vampireville, The Coffin Club, Cryptic Cravings and Immortal Hearts doing research for this fic that I could probably quote each book almost word for word.

As usual, there are things I need to go through and apologise for before I start the fic.

There's one thing I'd like to address before anything else: one of my other fanfics Shiroijijo. I've had a lot of questions and requests about it and I think it's time I officially lay it to rest. If you don't care for that fanfic, skip to the next lot of bold words. There aren't hugely nice things being said here. Shirjoijijo was an outlet for my suicidal depression. It was something I wrote instead of self harm and attempts. In the years since I stopped writing it, I've had ups and downs and stopped and started self harming again, thus the irregular, stray updates every now and again. But now I've gotten over the brunt of my suicidal depression. I do still suffer with depression, but it's nowhere near on the scale as it used to be. Shiroijijo is not something I can write when I'm in a good frame of mind. It's a trigger in that aspect; when I write Shiroijijo I feel almost crippled by emotion. I will not be writing Shiroijijo again. I will mark it as discontinued and apologise greatly for it. I'm sorry for disappointing anyone that enjoyed reading it.

Another apology I'm going to make is for my The Walking Dead fanfic One Two Three. One Two Three is quite a complex story that overlaps and weaves with the canon plot. It's something that I haven't quite got perfected yet and I don't want to write much more until I do have it perfected, just in case I have to change things in the beginning to fit later chapters. I'm sorry for that. One Two Three is on a hiatus until I have those kinks ironed out.

Now onto warnings and go throughs for Dangerous Tonight, what you've all been waiting for. This fic, though quite dark in some themes, is generally quite a light-hearted fic. It will still carry an M rating as my OC has a loose tongue. There will be mentions of adult themes; mentions of sex, alcohol, abuse, though none play too dominant roles in the fic's plot.

The fic is set mostly in Dullsville. So, for the sake of propriety, I'm giving Dullsville an actual name. Not everyone is like Raven and would call the place Dullsville. In this fic, I'm calling Dullsville Pineville. Please keep that in mind when you see the name Pineville. There are times when the fic takes place in Hipsterville. That does have a canon name, which was stated in Dance With A Vampire; that name is Greeneville Village. I will be using that name rather than Hipsterville, too.

Ages is also something I would like to cover. I've been puzzling over the ages of the Maxwell twins since they were mentioned in Kissing Coffins. It was implied that Jagger, Luna and Alexander were born around the same time. But that doesn't fit into what Alexander said about his and Luna's covenant ceremony. The only way for the plot to fit and for Alexander to actually be seventeen throughout the series (as he assures Becky in Love Bites he really is, and as Royal Blood and his inheritance from the Baroness suggests is true) then Jagger and Luna have to be eighteen - a few weeks into being eighteen as of the start of Vampire Kisses. My OC is older than the canon group. She is twenty during the beginning of the series and becomes twenty one in the latter books; between the time of Love Bites and Cryptic Cravings.

I have done a lot of research for this fic so if you see any canon information that is wrong please point it out to me. I would be eternally grateful for it.

This fic starts during Kissing Coffins. It starts during chapter eight of Kissing Coffins: In a Manor of Speaking, when Raven is rocking up to Lennox Hill Road to try and break into the temporary Sterling Manor for the first time of many. The second half of the chapter happens after Raven bolts from Jagger's apartment; later that night. Once our favourite Maxwell has cooled his beans a little.

I think that's all I need to go through at the moment. Thank you all for dropping by to see this fic. I hope you all enjoy it!

Dangerous Tonight
Vampire Kisses

Jagger Maxwell / OC

Chapter One

Silver

The dial tone rang in my ear as I waited impatiently for someone to answer. I pressed my finger into my ear to drown out the noise of the cheering, happy crowd I was stood at the edge of. I waved away a group of girls that gave me thumbs ups and cheered my name loudly.

"Come on," I murmured as I began fiddling with the strap around my neck. "Come on. You shouldn't be on the field yet."

And then a voice came from the other end of the line. "Lyle?"

A bright smile curled my lips. "Jim! I just got done at Greenville Village." I couldn't hide the excitement from my voice.

His voice echoed the same excitement. "Yeah? How'd it go?" he asked quickly. When I didn't answer quick enough, he pushed again. "Well?!"

I gave a short laugh in response. Being impatient was a trait me and my brother shared. Impatience was something that was well known in our family. It was what made us, us. "Well, I only entered for the bare bow this time." Bare bow shooting was my favourite type of archery. And I was damned good at it, to boot.

"That doesn't tell me what you got." A short silence came from the other end and I could feel the nervousness emanate from him, even if he was two hundred miles away. "You did come in top, didn't you? It wouldn't be fair if you didn't. You've been gearing up for this for forever." Jim knew just how much I trained for these sorts of competitions. He knew what they meant to me. He would probably be even more heartbroken than I would be if I didn't win one of these competitions.

"Well," I sang, drawing out the word for as long as I could. "I did manage to get into the top three."

"The top three? Well done! Did you get bronze?" He, like me, would be more than pleased with a bronze medal to bring home and hang up on the wall of my archery room.

I shook my head, realising after a moment that he wouldn't be able to see that movement. "Nope," I sang again.

"You got better than bronze?" The excitement was back in his voice as he waited with baited breath for my answer.

"I did indeed." My voice was lined with pride. I was extremely proud of myself for winning this competition. As Jim had said, I had been training for this competition for months. I had put everything I could into practising this. I didn't know how many hours I'd spent in the training rooms shooting arrow after arrow to improve my skills even infinitesimally. "I got silver."

Second place was an incredible achievement.

"Silver? That's amazing!" Jim shared my sentiments. And, even if we were so far apart, I knew we sported twin wide grins and twinkling blue eyes. A lot of people commented on the fact that we almost looked like twins when we smiled; despite me being four years older than my little brother. He was just sixteen, while I was a happy (if not ridiculously busy) twenty year old. "I wish I could have actually been there to cheer you on."

That was one thing that didn't happen as much as it should have; him being there in the crowd to cheer me on when I entered competitions.

His father didn't like the idea of pulling him out of school for anything; much less attending a competition. And letting him out two hundred miles away from home with just his older sister as a guardian would probably give the man a heart attack.

"How about we go out for malts at Hasty's when I get back? You can invite Trevor or someone else from soccer. Don't you have a game at some point this week? We can have like a joint celebration or something," I suggested. Jim was a member of Pineville high school soccer team and he was as proud of that as I was of my archery. He shared my love of collecting sports trophies. There were two sports fanatics in our family, much to the dismay of Jim's father, who couldn't care less about sport.

And having a big sports-related get together at Hasty's would be fun. We could take up a corner of the old diner and the lot of us could cheer and celebrate and eat fries and drink malts and just do what young adults did when they were celebrating as a group. It would be a lot of fun.

"I'll have to tell Trev and Matt that you got silver. They'll be stoked, too."

I wasn't really close to by brother's teammates, but as far as brother's friends went, Trevor and Matt were pretty cool. They were both nice guys, if just a little conceited. I supposed they had reason to be big-headed, though. Both of them were damned good soccer players.

"Say hi to them for me."

"Will do. Oh, Coach is calling us onto the field. I have to go. I'll see you when you get back, okay?"

"All right. I'll see you soon. Bye, Jim."

"See you, Lyle." The dial tone sounded again.

After a great day on the field, it was only appropriate to have a great evening in the clubs, right? It was a perfect chance for me to have a little celebration of my own, sans my little brother. Avec quite a bit of alcohol and hopefully a bed partner if I got lucky enough tonight.

I had dolled myself up cutely for tonight, hopefully to attract an attractive member of the opposite sex. I was dressed to impress in a thin, sleeveless pink button-down shirt. My lacy black bra could be seen through the pink material if you did a doubletake. A black skater skirt clung to my waist and fell to my mid-thigh. With my blonde and pink streaked hair ironed as straight as I could get it, swaying around my waist as I moved as some thin silver bangles around my wrist I was ready to go out and have some fun.

My outfit was topped off with five inch stiletto heels; used to both make my legs look as long and sexy as I could and to give me a bit of height. I was a tiny person at five foot nothing and I needed anything I could to give me a bit of height.

I stood smaller than anyone else I knew. Which was really sad considering most of the people I knew were my brothers friends; all way younger than I was.

With one final glance in the mirror to fluff my hair, touch up my light eyeliner and model cute poses for a moment, I turned on my thin heel to stroll confidently out of the hotel. I had clubs to be in.

Ten minutes later I was strolling down the main street in town, looking around curiously for a club I could have some fun in. This was the first time I had decided to go out for a drink in Greenville. I had no idea which club was which and where I could go to find what I wanted.

My eyes were immediately drawn to a long line of people outside of what was definitely a club. I read the neon lights above the door with an arched brow. "The Coffin Club?" I asked aloud. It wasn't the name of the club that immediately told me that I wasn't going to be comfortable there. It was the masses of people waiting outside the large building. The line was filled with Vampire wannabe's and Goths of all persuasions. If you bothered to check, you'd probably find that the line was made up of more metal and leather than actual flesh.

That wasn't the sort of place I would find comfort in.

I had nothing against people that dressed like they did. Unlike a lot of people in the town I came from, I didn't mind people being different from me. But seeing so many people dressed like they were going to dominate someone or start a fight with a corpse made me a little nervous. I'd heard quite a bit on the news about Goths causing a lot of fights around.

Being around a large group of them would make me fear for my safety.

Just like being around a large gang of just about any clique. Everyone was dangerous in their own ways. Goths just looked more dangerous than others.

Heading down the sidewalk in the opposite direction to The Coffin Club, I decided that I would find somewhere else to have a drink. There had to be other less dangerous looking clubs or bars around. I just had to look for them.

And, with a little searching, I did find a few. I stopped in each bar and club for a drink, a dance and some scouting.

But by the time I got to the fourth club, I felt a little down. The people in the clubs weren't doing it for me tonight. There was no one I wanted to dance with. No one I wanted to chat with. No one I wanted to take to bed with me (my ultimate mission for tonight).

I was starting to lose a little hope that I was going to get a partner for the night. I had been all primed to go out, drink, dance and chat happily with people then go home on a guy's arm. I had gotten the Walk of Shame in the morning down to a science, but it looked like I wasn't going to be employing my science tonight.

By midnight, I was out in the square again, walking past The Coffin Club as I made my way back towards my hotel room. The Coffin Club was the one club that I wasn't even going to attempt.

I'd probably be too nervous in there to dance or flirt. There'd be no point going in there just to scare myself shitless and end up without someone at the end of the night anyway. The night was half over, anyway. I'd just have to entertain myself with my own company tonight.

I shivered when a breeze blew past me, toned arms wrapping around myself as I tried, unsuccessfully, to shield myself from the cold. Usually by now I wasn't stood outside looking for a bar. I'd already done my looking and scouting and was getting to the good part of the night. Or already there, having the time of my life.

I guess tonight wasn't my night.

As if to prove my guess right I walked right into a guy that came seemingly out of nowhere. I stumbled, instinctively gripping onto the guy's shirt as I steadied myself, trying to stop my knees from shaking as I teetered unsteadily on my heels. I definitely needed some more practise walking in such tall heels.

Tonight was definitely not my night. No 'I guess' about it.

"Sorry," I apologised as I took a few steps back, letting go of the man's shirt. "Are you all…" My voice trailed off weakly as our eyes met.

His were mis-matched, I noticed first. One was a sparkling ocean blue while the other was a bright lime green. I'd never seen blue or green eyes such a vivid colour before. They kept me riveted; which made me notice something else. His gaze was intense. His eyes were slightly hooded by his pale lids and white lashes and it looked like he was sporting a serious case of bedroom eyes as his gaze pierced right through me.

After a long moment of imprisonment his gaze dropped from mine, trailing slowly and purposefully over my tiny body. One pierced white brow arched slightly as he finished with his once-over. He didn't look impressed.

And while he was looking unimpressed, I took a moment to give the bright-eyed stranger my own once over; starting from the top and moving down. My check out didn't last half as long as his purposeful ogling did. He was easily a foot taller than me, most likely more. He looked like the kind of person that could tower over most and look imposing even though he looked almost malnourished with thin bare arms and a frame that allowed his clothes to hang off of him. Was the malnourished look popular in Goths? His baggy clothes were dark; a black on black ensemble completed with belts and chains and studs and safety pins absolutely everywhere.

My cornflower blue eyes returned to his face. It had a sort of wan attractiveness about it. There was something about him that kept my gaze in place; something particularly striking about that almost sickly looking pallor. It could have been the metal piercing his eyebrows or the deep red tips of his stark white hair. It was a bold statement. But then again, so was his entire look.

Perhaps my once-over had turned into slow, purposeful ogling just as his had.

Clearing my throat awkwardly, I took another half-step back, thankful that I had gained my feet and wasn't going to stumble to the ground in that embarrassing moment you always dreaded when you stepped into such tall heels. "Sorry," I repeated in a soft tone.

I felt frazzled. Usually I was much more subtle with checking people out. But I couldn't remember the last time someone had taken my gaze like that.

Especially people like this man: that were striking when I first saw them but the more I looked, the less I liked. He had a bold, somewhat attractive appearance but the malnourished look did put me off. My men usually came with a little meat and muscle. I definitely preferred a little chub pressed against me rather than a skeleton wearing too-thin skin. This guy looked like you could blow him over with a gentle breeze with how thin he was.

"Excuse me," I muttered as I moved to step past him, heading back towards my hotel again.

His hand snapped out to grasp my wrist in a surprisingly strong hold for someone so thin. Our eyes met again. "Leaving so soon?" His voice was quiet, low and husky. It was suffering the same bedroom state as his eyes were. His voice had a very attractive tone to it and I felt myself bite my lip as my gaze turned down to his hand. His fingers were wrapped around my tiny wrist, the black chipped nails creating a stark contrast against his white skin and my far more healthy tanned skin. "I'm Jagger Maxwell," he introduced. The name rolled off his tongue in an accent that I didn't recognise. Something from Europe, definitely.

"Lyle," I gave immediately in response. Giving my name when someone introduced themselves was second nature. It was polite.

"You look like you could use some fun." His head tilted towards the line of people a few feet away from us. "Why not try out the darker side of life and see if we can provide something that you'll want to sink your teeth into."

My eyes stayed locked on the crowd. "I… I don't know. It's not really the sort of club that I-"

His fingers pressed under my chin, halting my speech as he turned my head towards him so our eyes met again. "What's there to be so worried about? We don't bite." His eyes dropped to my throat and a small smirk tilted the corners of his lips. "Unless you ask us to." Once again his eyes ensnared mine, staring at me so hard I felt my mind go blank. "Come on. It'll be fun."

"Sure," I heard my voice say weakly as his eyes broke away from mine and gave me another once over. He reached forwards to ruffle my hair up into a stylish mess then pulled a studded belt from his own waist, tightening it around mine so it sat on the waistband of my skater skirt.

"I look forward to getting that back tonight," he chuckled softly.

It wasn't until Jagger was helping me step over the rope barrier at the door of the club that my mind started creating sentient thought again. I blinked rapidly as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. In that time Jagger had gotten our hands stamped with a bright purple bat and our wrists shackled with a plastic barbed wire effect bracelet and was now ushering me into the large warehouse styled room.

My first gaze at the darker side of entertainment was quite a shock. The place looked incredible. It was a large room (absolutely huge) with fog winding around people and dressed mannequins hanging from the ceiling. It had a flea market and a bar and a dance floor. It was unlike any other club I had ever been in.

"Holy shit," I murmured softly to myself as Jagger dragged me towards the packed bar. This place looked fucking amazing.

And the vibe around it was incredible. I'd never been to a bar that felt so open and friendly, even when the patrons looked like they were ready to pull a knife out of their loose clothing and shank you if you even looked at them wrong. The place was loud and kinda scary and intimidating, but people seemed genuinely happy here. They chatted and flirted and danced just like you would at any other club.

"A lot of people have that reaction." Jagger's grin beamed with pride as he pulled me close and lifted me by my hips to sit me on one of the stools at the bar. I grasped his forearms as he did so, half worried that he would struggle lifting my weight. He didn't. Jagger was stronger than he looked.

"I've spent days decking this place out."

"You did all this?" My eyes trailed over all the decorations in the place with a new appreciation now I knew the interior decorator.

His grin widened even further. "Yeah. I just moved here a couple weeks ago and became a partner here. It was in dire straits when I got my hands on it. Now look at it."

And look I did. If this place had been in the pits not too long ago, Jagger had given the place a complete turn around. It looked amazing and I think the patrons all agreed. I couldn't see one (too) unhappy person here. "That's pretty awesome." It was more than pretty awesome. This guy didn't look any older than me. If anything, he looked younger. And he'd become joint owner of a club and turned a desolate shithole around into a thriving club. Doing that at his age was a mega achievement. "And makes me feel pretty damned special, too. Am I getting any perks from hanging around with the boss-man tonight?"

Jagger's proud grin morphed into a little smirk as he sidled forwards, stopping when he was in front of me. His hands rested gently on my bare knees. "What perks were you thinking of?" Did his voice just drop slightly then or was that my imagination?

I swallowed thickly as my eyes were caught in his gaze again, leaning forwards slowly.

"Can I get you two a drink?" a voice asked and the two of us turned to the bartender leaning against the counter, waiting for us. His wavy hair jerked slightly as he jerked his chin as if to prompt us to give our orders quickly.

I heard Jagger give a soft hiss besides me.

As Jagger murmured an order to the bartender, I let my gaze trail over the cocktails and their contents written on coffin shaped boards above the numerous dust and fake cobweb covered bottles. "Could I get a Corpse Reviver, please?"

"House drink," Jagger cut in before the bartender could even think about asking me for money. I was pleasantly surprised that Jagger was being so nice. Usually people bought me drinks before they were sure I was a sure thing and almost kissed me. Not that I was complaining. Free drinks were always a good thing.

I was kind of hoping that he would lean forwards again when the bartender turned back to start mixing our drinks. But, he stepped back and leaned against the bar. It seemed the mood had been broken for now. Oh well, there was still time. I was good for another hour or two before pumpkin time came around to wrangle me into the depths of sleep.

"So, we've established that I'm new here. What about you? Just moved here with family?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm here alone for a vacation. Needed to get away from college and training for a little bit." My lips cocked up into a half smile and he grinned back, looking a little excited. Probably just empathetic with the fact that I was finally out of college for a few days. A lot of students would have the same pleased reaction to knowing someone had escaped the clutches of the torture of schooling. "You know how busy things can get. College is a feat in itself. And when's best to take a break from training than right after a competition?"

"Competition?" he asked, eyes trailing over me as if he could get a clue about what I did just from looking at me. I highly doubted he could. I didn't look like the type of girl that had won numerous gold medals in archery. At five foot nothing with pink hair, I definitely didn't look like I was training to be a master archer.

His nails began tapping against the bar as his eyes settled on me, waiting for me to give an answer. His body language had changed all of a sudden. He looked tense and slightly peeved, as if we had drawn away from what he wanted to talk about, but he was being too polite to just stop the conversation all together.

I was almost hesitant in my answer after that sudden shift in his body language. "The Greeneville annual archery competition is this week. I entered for bare bow shooting today."

"You're an archer?" he asked, shock raising his voice a notch. And just like that, his tense body relaxed and his blue and green eyes sparkled curiously.

My slightly tensed body relaxed again. He looked like he wanted to hear about my archery now. That was a good thing. I didn't want to bore him or turn him away with a conversation topic that he didn't give two shits about. "Uh-huh. I've been doing it since I was fifteen."

"How does a girl as cute as you get into a sport like archery?"

I was a little shocked that he actually wanted to know the story, but the shock was a pleasant one. People usually didn't care how I got into archery. They just thought it was something weird for a girl to do and left it at that.

"You really wanna know?"

"Sure. I'm curious." He grinned. "Give me a gripping tale."

A gripping tale, I gave. Well, hopefully.

Either way, it was nice to have someone actually listen as I talked about my favourite sport.

And that was the first chapter. Loved it, hated it, thought a monkey could write it better? Leave your thoughts about the story in a review~

When I get three reviews, I'll start on the next chapter and have that up in break-neck speed. I have a lot of ideas for this fic that I'm just dying to get down onto paper. I don't want to be left hanging too long.

Hope to see you all again, Bee