AN: Hello people. Okay I'm starting this story over because my last one didn't turn out as well as i had hoped. Come on, give me a break, it was my first try and I'm positive that this version is going to be a hell of a lot better than my last attempt. Anyway, none of you people have really given me any reviews lately and that's kinda worrying me a bit so please give me good ones so I know what you all think. No flamers are welcome and in the name of Apu Thank you please come again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, sadly Hasbro does, But the vampires and story plot are MINE!!

Welcome to your worst Nightmare

Nightmare's POV

Nightmare. That is my name and also what I am. I bring fear to children's minds and horror to adults eyes. I feed off of their life force and take their lives just so I can survive. It disgusts me. They all call me monster and demon. And they are right.

It was not my choice to be turned all of those years ago. In fact I can barely remember the day I was changed and nothing of before it. All I know is that my ex master had supposedly saved me from certain death. I wish he had not even bothered. I wish I had died that day.

I walked the empty streets of the town Tranquility. I always thought it so ironic that a town with such a peaceful name could be so corrupt. The moon was full and the streetlights flickered overhead as my presence was made known. Prey scattered and predators bowed at the presence of a far superior hunter.

I stopped in the shadows of a building and let the moon wash over my features. My thigh length hair tied up in a twist that was pinned to the bag of my head with two sebon needles and two pony tail like pieces falling on either side of it that reached my mid-back.

My pale skin seeming even paler with the white glow of the moon, my black leather overcoat that had two buckles on the chest and a zipper that went from just below my left shoulder all the way down to my right thigh, black leather shirt cut v neck style that had fishnet for the sleeves and stopped at my midriff, black leather pants, steel enforced boots that went up to the bottom of my knees seemed to absorb all the light and replace it with darkness.

I felt the relaxing weight of my weapons on my body. My kunia and shuriken were hidden on different parts of my body concealed by my clothing such as my legs and arms.

My two daggers were safely buckled in my boots and my vine whip was strapped to the back of my waist. My two windmill blades were buckled to the front of my waist just below my two handguns hidden in the pockets of my coat. An artillery belt was strapped across my chest that held my ammo and grenades.

Finally my prized possession, my twin katanas that could fold into one, was strapped across my back and over my left shoulder. I decided that I would take a run by the lake to clear my mind. I closed my eyes night black eyes and opened them a bloody red. Then I teleported away.

Ironhide's POV

I'm so bored! Ever since the battle in Mission City there hasn't been any Decepticon activity except for fleeting signals of Barricade. Apparently he's close by, we just can't seem to ever catch the fragger!

I was parked at the lake on patrol. The Lenox family had gone to Florida for a family reunion and so I volunteered to take up the patrols so I had something to do. Even if all it was was driving around waiting for action that would never happen.

I had almost fallen into recharge when my scanners picked up a truck coming up the road. It parked nearby and four male juveniles got out. I recognised them as the ones that would terrorize Sam at school. Trent, the ring leader of the group was obviously intoxicated as were the others. They started to rough house around and I mentally shook my head. Sometimes I questioned why we were fighting for such a pathetic race, but then I remember that they are young and naive.

Suddenly I felt an icy coldness sweep over my form and I couldn't keep myself from shuddering. I had never felt so cold in my life. It was as if my entire spark had been frozen, but it only lasted for a second. Then I realized a hand was resting on my side. I looked in my mirrors and saw a sickly pale female clad in black leather with black eyes and a menacing blade on her back.

'How did she sneak up on me without my scanners catch her?' I thought as she moved past me. I took a scan of her and felt another cold chill travel through my frame, but not nearly as badly as the first. It wasn't the fact of how heavily armed the female was, it was that the female gave off absolutely no life signs. Her heart did not beat and though I could see her lungs being filled and emptied of air, it did absolutely nothing for the body. The only thing that seemed to be working in her body was that her blood was still flowing through her, but it mostly came from her stomach and was transferred to other parts of her body.

'What is wrong with this human?' I asked myself as I watched her walk. Her form seemed to glide over the ground as her booted feet made no sound on the hard pavement. Even though the moon was shining on her, she seemed to stay in the shadows and absorb all the light around her and gave off a dark aura.

I watched as she walked past Trent's truck and continue to walk as the males started to catcall and whistle at her. Then Trent started to get stupid.

"Hey baby, how much for one night?" He asked her. She stopped walking and looked over her shoulder at him. Then she simply looked a head again and started to walk away, angering Trent.

"Hey bitch I'm talking to you!" He yelled. He raced over to her and grabbed her shoulder and whirled her around. He had his mouth open to speak but had all the air knocked out of his lungs as he found himself being flickedthrough the air and landing near my form. The other males raced over to him as he groaned on the ground. I was speech less.

'How did she do that?!' he mentally screamed to himself. The female started to walk towards the group with agonizingly slow steps with a menacing grace and deceptive beauty. about 20 feet away she took a step-.

And appeared right in front of the males who screamed. Her eyes were closed, but when she opened them, bloody red orbs stared back. She smiled and said in a voice sent even more chills through him.

"Time to play."

Nightmare's POV

It never gets old. They think that just because I'm a girl they can get me to do whatever they want. Make me bend to their every whim and need. Yeah right!

As I appeared before them I saw their blood flow even faster through their veins. I heard their hearts beat faster and I felt my thirst become untamable. I had not feed in such a long time and this was as good a time as any. I knew I would regret this later, but my thirst had already taken over and the demon was set free.

AN: Okay people. This is pretty short but I wanted you all to get a taste of the new version and tell me what you all think before I go ahead and do the rest of it. Anyway, tell me what you think at the little purple button at the bottom of the page. Signing off, Dark Crimson Dragon Mistress.