Chapter one

Alice Fauna starred at herself in the mirror as she painted her make up on her face like paint on a blank canvas. She always considered herself to be a "Plain Jane" kind of person. Nevertheless her best friend was a lively, sociable, athletic, tomboyish woman named Bobbie Parts.

Bobbie had talked Alice into going with her to a nightclub in the city. It was a cute little club where Bobbie visited every night that she could. She described it as a "Night Owl's Haven" Which ironically enough was the name of the night club. None the less, it was a neon filled; black-bricked building that always had a live band, and a big mosh-pit.

Little did either of them know that going to the night club that particular night had dire consequences. Mostly to Alice, whose life was going to end within the next 8 hours.

"Momma?" She looked away from her mirror, and gave her gaze to a little bald girl in a light pink silk night gown, holding her teddy bear to her chest. Alice gave the little girl a smile before leaving her vanity mirror to approach her.

"Yes baby? Do you feel sick?" The little bald girl shook her head; her silver eyes were clouded with anguish, misery, and austereness; Things that should never be in the eyes of a six and a half year old.

"No momma, but when can I go back to school?" Alice bit her lower lip, and knelt down to her daughter's height. It was so hard to see the worry and despair in her eyes, especially at such a young age. But what else could be in a child's eyes when, at six years old; she was told she had cancer.

"Not yet baby, but soon; I promise." If she had a dime for every time she told her daughter that she said 'soon, I promise' she would have enough money to buy the best cancer treatment in the world.

Alice looked upon her daughter's pale face for the last time that night. She would never again be able to know that within her daughter, slept the child she'd given birth to; the smart, bubbly, sociable little girl who could easily make friends. She wouldn't be able to see her daughter beat the cancer, grow up into a beautiful woman, and meet and marry a wonderful man who loved, and cherished her. Those were large chunks of her life that Alice would have to abandon, because she would die that night.

"Alice!" Rang out the voice her sister, Amelia, who she recruited to watch over Lindsay (her daughter) while she was out that night.

"Up here Amelia!" Alice called back down to her elder sister as Lindsay left her mother's side to be bundled up in the arms of her aunt.

Amelia Reverend was a character to say the least. She was an oddball aunt who was always more than happy to take care of her niece while Alice went out for any given reason. She cherished the time she had with Lindsay, since she had a feeling that she wouldn't get better. But she never voiced her feeling to anyone.

While Amelia pampered Lindsay like she was a princess, Alice was allowed to keep getting ready to leave. She'd put on a short black skirt, knee-high combat boots, a black tank top over a red one, and had given her hair a winded look. Her silvery eyes were flattered by the black eye shadow and eyeliner, and her lips were given a full, soft look thanks to her red lipstick.

Once she was ready to go, she made her way down stairs, and saw her sister, a black-haired beauty queen who had always cast a shadow over Alice, sitting with her niece on the sofa; her full pregnant belly preventing any normal hugs or contact for that matter.

"Look at you!" Exclaimed Amelia, trying to push herself up off the sofa without looking foolish- this was not accomplished. She let herself fall back down onto the red cushioned sofa and back into the cracks between the cushions and the back of the sofa. "You don't look like a mother. Are you trying to pick up some guys?"

"Heavens no," Alice said to her sister. She knew Amelia knew that she was always loyal to her husband; who was always working. Little did she know that he was working on a little more than being a good nightclub owner. "You know I love Ronald. Well anyway, Bobbie and I are having a girl's night out. She's probably planning on picking someone up though."

Just as her statement came to a close, her front door swung open, once it had closed and the person had walked to the arch leading to the living room, everyone saw it was Bonnie. Bonnie had a fire red tube top on with a short, tight skirt reaching just barely past her thighs. Her black hair was put up in a style similar to Elvira's; except with numerous black and bright pink highlights going every which way. Her outfit completely overshadowed Alice's.

"Howdy ya'll, Ready Alice? Good, you wore the outfit I let you borrow. Howdy there Amelia, how's life treating you Lindsay?" Bobbie was anything but sensitive, and she had a knack for saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. Asking a six year old girl with cancer how life was treating her wasn't exactly the best thing to ask. Because obviously it wasn't good. So Alice quickly got Bobbie out before she frightened anyone anymore.

As they went into the nightclub, Alice was drenched in a feeling that made her want to turn and leave. It was a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her something was going to happen that night, it didn't say what exactly; how wrong she was not to head the warning before it was too late.

Bobbie almost immediately left Alice once they were completely in the nightclub. Alice watched, nearly helpless, as her friend abandoned her to join in the creatures of the night, and Alice- was not quite one of them. She shrugged her newfound loneliness off, and mused over the paradox of feeling lonely in a room full of people.

"Pardon me" came a strong voice beside her. She had a feeling that wasn't the person's normal tone, because it strained to be loud enough for her to hear over the blaring of the amplifiers. Alice turned and saw a tall man in leather pants and wearing a leather jacket over a white muscle shirt. His hair was a magnificent mane of sangria (burnt) red, while his eyes were shadowed from the neon lights. "I noticed you walking in with you're flamboyant friend, and looking rather lonely, might I request a dance?" She noticed his odd speech, like he was plucked out of a historical romance novel, he spoke with such old English that she automatically labeled him a cad, but had agreed to dance with him. Bobbie had always said: "The whole fun of going to a nightclub with a friend is so you can dance with a stranger."

How sad it is that exact less-than philosophical quote was what cost Alice everything.

Alice had taken notice that he was an astonishing dancer. He had moved with such grace and swiftness that he almost blended in with the music. She was an awkward dancer, surprisingly enough for being a nightclub owner's wife; she never went out to nightclubs very often. She was worried it was painfully obvious, but the stranger helped her out of her shell a bit, about as much as a 3 minute song would allow.

The stranger's dancing ceased with the music, and he'd given Alice a grin, where she saw two pointed teeth. It wasn't a surprise though, a lot of people wore fake fangs to nightclubs; Ronald told her that.

"They think it makes them a vampire" He mused one night while he sucked on her neck, he'd said that long ago; long before their diseased daughter came into the world and began to suffer. "I never understood that fetish though." And that fading memory alone made her less afraid of the man, vampires didn't exist; they were like the monsters in the closet she had to take care of for Lindsay.

Once their dance had ended, the stranger treated her to a drink of wine. He obviously was flirting with her that much even a blind person could see. But Alice refused to acknowledge his flirtatious attempts; but enjoyed being admired by a man once again. It was as if for that night, nothing else existed. She wasn't a housewife who had to care for her sick child without any help from her so-called husband, as far as she was concerned, she was a 25 year old spinster who had attracted the attention of a handsome stranger.

But just as quickly as her momentary salvation had come, she immediately realized what she was doing, and refused to cheat on her husband, and rebuffed to stop thinking about her daughter's health. She always put her family before her self, and she had no right to even be at the nightclub that night.

When her realization finally cleared her vision, she saw his icy hand on her forearm, as if he were going to reach for the strap of her tank top. Jumping back, she swatted his hand away from her, and immediately sought out Bobbie to tell her she wanted to leave.

But as she left, she felt him grab her by her elbow.

"Stay" He ordered, his voice was hard as stone, it was no longer that gentle, kind voice he had before. Her sudden change had infuriated him.

"No" She pulled her elbow back, but he kept his death grip on it.

"I want to be with you a little more." She pulled her elbow away, and shouted at him

"No means no!" She'd heard Amelia say that once, she never had to use it until that night, she was never the kind of person to get raped; no one ever wanted to rape her anyway. As good as that seemed, it was still hurtful to know she wasn't good enough or pretty enough to be raped.

She found Bobbie in a back room drinking with a bunch of line-backer sized men, each ogling her chest as if it held some sort of treasure that could make them billionaires. They were probably going to fight over her very soon, and she had a look on her face as if she enjoyed every second of it.

"Bobbie, can we go? I don't feel comfortable here anymore." But she very much doubted that Bonnie was going to agree to take her home when she was obviously having a blast.

"Aww, stay a little longer Alice; please? Here, you see Toni over there? You can have him."

"I don't want Toni and-" she looked over at Toni, and saw he was wearing his pants so low that she could see his blue and white checkered boxer shorts. Immediately, she put her hands on her hips and began scolding him. "You, pull you're pants up! I know you're mother would be ashamed to know her son was wearing his pants like that-"

"Alice-! Stop being all paternal! Here, take the keys, I'll be along in a moment." Bobbie reasoned, taking her keys on the silver ring out of her purse and dropping them in Alice's palm.

Those were the last words Bobbie would ever say to her.

Alice hurried out of the bar, wanting to put the whole night behind her. She wanted to go home and dote over her daughter, to call her husband on his cell phone just to tell him that she loved him, and just- to put the whole night behind her.

But just as she made her way to Bobbie's cute little red Mercedes, she had a strange feeling someone was following her. She turned her head, and nothing. Gulping, she hurried to the car, all the while; hearing anonymous footsteps

She whipped around again, and still no one was there. As she reached Bobbie's car, she quickly fumbled with the keys, trying to pick out the car key, she knew which one it was; but the feeling of being watched made her fidgety and unable to reason.

Before long, she felt herself being grabbed from behind, and almost immediately; she remembered the day she told Lindsay what to do if she was in that situation.

So she screamed like hell.

Alice kicked, lashed, screamed, and fought. She cried out for help, and she even managed to give Bobbie's bumper on her car a good swift kick, but it didn't do anything to the car; all it did was hurt Alice's foot. But that was the very least of her problems.

"HELP!" She screamed with all her might, before she knew it, whoever grabbed her had pushed her down on the car next to Bobbie's, and pinned her arms and legs down on the trunk.

It was the man from the bar, the one with red hair.

She screamed again, thrashing wildly and demanding that he let her go. It wasn't long before he gave her a good smack across the face, and ordered that she'd stop it.

"I'm doing this either way missy, you might as well cooperate; it'll be less painful on you." But she screamed anyway. Her screaming became an inaudible strain as he clamped his mouth down on her neck, and something sharp and pointed created a painful stabbing feeling in her neck, a lot worse than getting a needle in the arm, it was so painful that it was hard for her to describe.

The stranger lifted his lips off her neck, and she saw they were stained with bright red crimson liquid that glistened in the moonlight. She could hardly breathe, and he had a proud smile on his face, two tiny fangs poking out of his mouth. He wasn't just some vampire obsessed clubber; he was the real deal, because she felt herself dying.

"You're so pretty…" He cooed; brushing his hand along her face, the ice in his touch was painful, along with everything else that had happened to her. "…it's such a waste, to let such a pretty thing die…" She no longer felt anything anymore, she was short of breath, and could feel her soul being lifted out of her body. She couldn't feel, but she could see. The stranger had bitten his wrist, and held it over her mouth. "Drink…drink and be mine…You would make an exceptional mate…" He spoke so crudely that she refused to drink. She would take death over being his mate any day of the week. She didn't even know him, but one thought alone made her grab his wrist and put it to her lips.

Lindsay…she needed her mother.

She had to live, she had to be this man's "Mate" for Lindsay's sake, she wouldn't let her baby go through her sickness alone, she needed her mother, and her mother would be there; even if it meant leaving her husband to become a creature of the night.

His blood slid down her throat, and made her want to vomit. She didn't want to drink his- or anyone else's for that matter- blood. But she had Lindsay to think about, she wasn't some lonely spinster who could die and no one would notice. Amelia had a baby on the way, and couldn't afford Lindsay's treatment, and Ronald was never home. Lindsay depended on Alice, and damn it if she wouldn't be there.

But as she pulled her mouth away from his wrist, she saw he had a sinister grin on his face right before she fell back against the back window of the car they were on, creating a large crack where her head was. Alice had died.

Hi ppl! This fic is actually a rough draft of a novel I'm going to redo some other time. I'm going to buy a program for my computer to help me turn it into a best seller, and I'm only putting it on fanfiction so I can get some critique and maybe some tips on how to improve it later.