Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious

Author's Note: Here y'all go, as promised, a separate story for the two-shot I made. Those two will be added here too, eventually, and they will be unchanged, so, to those who have read them, feel free to skip those parts. Anyway. Here it is, the prologue-ish-thingy. Enjoy, and please, review! ;)

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I'm in some teenage club called Undefinition, stupid name, really, with a half-empty can of Wahoo Punch in one hand. I lean against the dark-blue walls, my eyes surfing the crowd. My drink has no effect on my burning throat whatsoever.

A guy approaches the vending machine to my left, but as soon as he sees me, he heads my way. I arc a pierced eyebrow at him. I know I look unwelcome, dark, dangerous, and obviously not wanting his attention, but he just doesn't take a hint. Either that or he's completely stupid, like those two morons at Nozu. Let's just say they didn't come back for a third time when I was through with them.

"You alone?" He flashes a grin at me. I want to punch it off of his face.

"You blind?" I snap back.

"If I was, then how could I have seen your beautiful face?" He counters smugly.

"Flattery gets you nowhere, boy," I hiss. "Don't you have a bitch to go back to or something?"

"I do, but she can wait. I'm more interested in this bitch," he responds. A nerve jumps in my jaw. "You want a drink?"

"I have my own," I grumble, waving the can in front of his face.

"A kiss, then?"

I groan in exasperation, roll my eyes, and storm away from him. I escape through the backdoor and into the dark alleyway.

None of the jerks in this club are good enough for my tastes. I'm sure they're all foul-tasting, like milk. None of them are worthy of sinking my teeth into. I check my watch. I have just enough time to go to another teenage club before I have to meet up with my so-called peers at Cat's house.

"Hey," a voice calls out. I scowl as I turn around to face the annoying guy from earlier. I throw the can of Wahoo Punch over at him but he dodges.

"What the hell do you want?" I watch as he smiles. Cocky prick.

"I want to get some, of course," he answers brazenly, causing me to snort in distaste.

God, this guy is really asking to get hurt.

"Back off," I yell at him. He flinches at the ferocity of my voice. Of course. Everybody does.

"Okay, fine, sheesh. I'll leave you alone—"

"No, wait." He wasted my time. Now he's gonna pay. "Stay."

He grins hopefully at me.

"I'm hungry for you," I murmur. His eyes darken with lust, then fear. Probably because by now, my irises are crimson. "You asked for this, kid. What, did you honestly believe a skunkbag like you can get laid on your first try?"

"What a-are you?" He tries to make a mad dash for the door, but I allow my body to shift like the wind, and a second later I'm in front of him, blocking his path.

"You reek of desperation… and virginity," I sneer before grabbing him by his black hair and yanking it back, exposing his neck. He begins to cry and plead. How pathetic. I feel my canines ache as they extend into fangs.

After weeks of hunger, I deserve someone better than this loser, but I don't have time. One more day and I will lose all sense of humanity. Literally.

I bite into the side of his neck, my teeth puncturing the jugular. I groan in triumph as his blood flows into my mouth, but then I nearly recoil.

Virgin blood usually tastes delectable, but—

He tastes downright awful!

I screw my eyes shut. I have no choice. I'm thirsty, and I have to be somewhere else in just a few minutes.

I suck quickly, trying not to taste the thick, vile liquid as it passes through my tongue. Instead, I focus on how it's slowly extinguishing the barren desert that is my throat. I stop exactly after two pints, gasping for air as I pull away. I bite my own tongue to draw blood and touch it to his wound quickly, watching passively as the bitemarks heal. It's as if nothing even happened.

Well, almost.

His gaze is glassy, occupied, like he just downed more beer bottles than he can handle, but I capture it nevertheless, his whole body stiffening as I speak. I can feel my pupils dilating and contracting, hypnotizing him into compulsion.

"None of this happened. You're drunk, and you are going home to wherever your hell hole is located." I let him go and he stumbles out of the alley without a word. I pull my leather jacket closer to my body, even though I don't feel cold, vampires don't 'feel cold', and inhale, the cool air somehow removing the bad taste on my tongue.

"Hey, Matt, are you in here?" I hear a familiar voice coming through the door, and before I can ever react, Vega is barging through it. "Matt, are you h—Jade?"

I step into character quickly. I tuck my gloved hands into my jean pockets and put my best glare on. "Why, Vega! What brings you to these parts of the club?"

"I don't talk like that," she responds, eyes narrowed into slits. "What are you doing here?"

"It's packed inside, and I hate a stuffy feel."

"Stuffy? Really?"

"You haven't answered my question yet," I prompt in a matter-of-fact tone. She closes the door behind her and crosses her arms in front of her chest.

"Matt was supposed to get us drinks from the vending machine, but he never came back. When I asked around, they said he went through her. Apparently, he didn't. Or—wait, did you see a guy with black hair and brown eyes go through here?" She draws her eyebrows together.

I feel the urge to chuckle. So my victim was Vega's date. Good thing I attacked him, then.

Wait, why is that a good thing? I saved Vega's life, theoretically. Since when is that ever a good thing?

"Nope, didn't see him," I answer expertly. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Vega. Looks like you really do fail with the boys."

There, I salvaged the situation. Happy?

"Aww, man. He was supposed to drive me over to Cat's, now I have to walk—"

"Hello, Vega, don't be stupid. I have a car, do I not?" It's my turn to narrow my eyes at her.

"No. The last time I was in your car, you drove us through the desert to bury me!" She steps back a little bit. She's cautious. Smart girl.

"Jeeze, Vega, I was just trying to freak you out. I mean, come on. Don't be such a wimp," I growl.

"I am not a wimp, Jade. If you remember, I took on that dumb Gorilla, beat him up, and—"

"—suffered from broken arms—"

"That was a cheap shot! I got the banana fair and square and that oversized chimp was a sore loser. I still won, didn't I?"

"So you'll ride with me, then?" I watch as she eyes me with doubt, her chocolate-brown irises clouded with a mix of emotions which I cannot really recognize, and finally her defenses drop like a rock. She runs a hand through her silky brown hair before sighing.

"Fine, fine. Just don't try anything or else I'm out the door like last time," she says. I flash her a devious smirk, one that means trouble and mischief, but somehow she sees right past it, because her guard's still down.

"Well, you're no fun. Don't you know cats like to play with their prey before killing them?"

"Thanks for branding that image into my mind," she mumbles sarcastically.

I lead the way back into the club and through the crowd. I start pushing at them roughly because they're in the way, and pretty soon they get the picture and we're allowed a straight path to the door. Vega follows quickly behind me. The hair at the back of my neck suddenly rises as Vega leans closer, her lips just more or less two inches to my ear.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. You have a little bit of lipstick on your teeth. It's not that noticeable, but—" she cuts herself of as I stop in alarm, knowing full well that that's not lipstick. I run my tongue over my teeth, tasting the hints of foul blood, before baring them at Vega, silently asking her if there's still any stains. "All clear."

"Good." I turn around and push past the double doors, my shoulder bumping against the seventeen-year-old bouncer's as I do.

"Hey, watch where you're g—"

I pivot around and shoot him a death glare. The guy with the Mohawk and a couple dozen tattoos actually whimpers out loud.

"Totally m-my b-bad, didn't mean t-to be in y-your way, pleasedon'tkillme!"

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna, you know, socially destroy your life and—"

"Jade," Vega warns, her hand landing on my shoulder. I try to shrug out of it, but my body betrays me, that traitor, and inches a little bit closer to her instead. "Let's just go, okay?"

I grumble a string of curse words under my breath and allow her to steer me into the parking lot.

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Author's Note: I don't know how this came out. Tell me what you think?