Chapter One

He had stolen her from her father's home that much he was for sure. A beauty she was, far more elegant than any female he had encountered before. He looked down to her as he carried her away into the night, wanting more from her than he could ever have. It was silly of him to think of her in such an erotic way, but the feelings inside wouldn't go away. He groaned, nearly slapping himself as he slipped into the shadows and into the abandoned house outside of town. This spelt trouble and he knew it.

He entered the large room and laid her on the bed he'd made for her. He felt that she had to be comfortable, in order to be reasonable with him. He shook his head, wanting to slap himself for even attempting this. He was being stupid, this was wrong in so many ways.

He went about the room, lighting the candle in which he'd placed earlier, filling the room with a soft glow. Moonlight shone through the door, lazily covering the girl as she lied on the bed sleeping. Soon she would awake, wanting to know why she was here.

He stepped back into the shadows, kneeling to the ground, watching her as her chest rose and fell. He wanted to touch her, play with her but he had to keep his wits. If she died, he would surely do so as well, and that my friends were never going to happen. He stared about the room; it had gone darker since he left his thoughts. The flicker of candlelight was the only light that was seen. He rose and threw open the French doors to let in the cold October air. He loved the cold air, even though he couldn't feel it. He knew what it felt like.

The curtains that graced the windows touched him, waving in the light breeze. He pulled them away as he looked out into the darkness, seeing nothing more than a vast array of decrepit trees. He sighed, turning his attention back to the girl on the bed. It stood in the middle of the bare room, covered in black velvet. The girl was more than a girl, a teen from what he could tell. She slept peacefully and undisturbed, for now. She was dressed in a white silk nightgown that barely reached her knees. Her long blond hair cascaded around her, covering her like a blanket. She wasn't the first he'd brought here, the room smelled of death, a lingering effect of the last body that had been here.

Back in the shadows he stood dressed in black; creeping along the tiled floor to stand by her. He traced his fingertip up to her bare arm, noticing the flawlessness in her porcelain skin. A smile crept to his lips, fangs barely visible to the naked eye. He could smell the blood in her, his hunger more visible than ever.

He stroked her soft skin as the scent of lavender crept to his nose. The girl moaned in her sleep; slightly pulling away from his touch. He withdrew his hand and walked around the bed, lying down next to her. He pulled her small body against his own hard one, holding her in place with a single arm. He nuzzled into her neck as he licked her flesh, wanting nothing more then to taste the blood that ran in her veins.

She awoke from her slumber and pulled away, tearing out of bed and staring back at the man she hardly knew. Terror was in her eyes; she didn't understand why she was here. He knew that this was wrong, but the ecstasy he felt for her was far too strong. He leapt from the bed and grabbed her by the waist, pushing her back against the wall and holding her there. She looked up to his pale face, seeking out answers left unsaid. She shuddered then from his touch.

She whimpered, pulling away as he bent down and placed a kiss on her lips. She tried to pull away but the heat inside her melted as he laced his fingers with her own. He felt her loosen up, giving into the unusual sensation. He pulled away for a moment, peering down to her childish face, wanting to do more, yet restraining himself. She bit her lip and drew blood; he bent down and licked it clean with his tongue. The taste of metal touched his lips, the sweet nectar of life coursing his veins. He stepped away abruptly and motioned for her to take seat on the bed. She ran to the bed, jumping onto it and pulling the covers around her. She was scared; he knew that from the fear in her eyes.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, shaking from the cold. She'd placed a good amount of distance between them both.

"I meant no harm child. I only meant to steal a kiss."

She shuddered, what she felt was unnatural to her. "Why did you bring me here?"

"To touch you without sin." He said lazily.

She looked at him oddly. "Touch me? I'm just a child!" she yelled.

He closed his eyes, he knew better than to harm a child. "I meant no harm." He repeated and closed his eyes, trying to fight the urgency that trembled in his body.

"Then let me go." She said.

"I cannot. To let you go means giving a part of me away."

She shook her head; she knew he was toying with her. "I don't belong to you, nor am I a part of you."

"Someday you will be." He told her.

She scoffed. "You confuse me. Tell me the truth, why am I here?"

He opened his eyes, the amber color so rich it tore into her. She squeaked. "I want you more than anything in this world. To touch you and not feel afraid."

"Then you are sure to lose, because I want nothing to do with you!" she retorted.

He lost control and leapt onto her, pinning her to the bed. He hissed, revealing his fangs, seeing her fear and loving every moment of it. "Does this scare you child? It did once for me, but I grew to love it. I can take what I want, when I want and not give a damn."

"Let me go." She whispered.

He shook his head, his black hair falling around his face as it escaped its tie. "One day I shall have you and when that day comes, I will take your life and you'll be mine for eternity."

"You are mad!" she said, pushing him from her. She squirmed from his embrace and got to her feet. "You stop this at once or I shall scream."

He looked at her in amusement. She tickled his fancy with her wording and with her defiance. "Then scream. I shall enjoy this."

"STOP!" she yelled.

"Why?" he asked calmly.

"Because I want to go home, that's why."

He shook his head, "If I let you go, you may tell your father of me."

She looked at him oddly, "What do you mean?"

"You're Alana, John Winchester's daughter. Isn't he the great hunter of the supernatural?"

She was flabbergasted. He saw the look in her eyes. "But how did you know?"

"I know things child. When I craved for you, I knew it would be dangerous, that you would go to your father. But I've come to learn that you don't see eye to eye with your father's ways. You hate to hunt and you actually befriended a demon just to escape your legacy, now am I correct?"

She took a deep breath and nodded. "My father is wrong on so many levels."

"Then you and I are much alike."

"I can't be here, I must go home." She panicked.

"Your father is passed out cold; he was too drunk to give a damn. You'll be home before he awakes."

"But Dean will know…"

"Dean is passed out in his room, I made sure of it. I wanted some time to talk to you alone."

"I am not comfortable with this at all."

He nodded, "I agree. I must say my taste for you has gone dry. I shall return you to your home and let you be."

"Okay. But on one condition."

He nodded, "Name it."

"I want to know who you are and what you are."

He knew she would ask this question, the last human had died for asking, but he found her amusing and wanted more time with her.

"I go by the name Riley these days. I'm a vampire."

She nodded; a sudden calm in her appearance. "I should've known."

"What do you mean?"

"The stench of death, the black clothes, the amber eyes, they all mean vampire yet I saw pass them. I see nothing more than an empty shell standing in front of me."

He growled and tightened his hand into a fist, ready to strike at her. "You will pay for that comment child."

"But you know it's true, don't you? You've lived for so long yet you never loved have you?"

"I cannot love." He told her.

She shook her head. "I find that rather untrue. My mother was a vampire after I was born. She loved me dearly until my father staked her. I hated him for that; she would have never harmed a human being in her life. Father found her an abomination and destroyed her just so that he had another kill under his belt. So don't give me that line of crap!"

He moved swiftly towards her and held her in his arms. "Does this feel like a caress of a lover child? I am too strong for my well-being, I could kill you in a heartbeat, yet…" he trailed off and let her go, "I find that I cannot harm you."

She stopped breathing for a moment and just stood there. He thought she was going to bolt the second she realized he had no control over her. Yet she surprised him and stepped up to him instead.

"I find that I cannot tell my father about you Riley."

"Why?" he asked.

"I will not hunt the one thing I find the most interesting, and that one thing happens to be you."

"You're right, this can't be." He told her.

She stepped up to him and brushed the back side of her hand on his cheek. "You're so cold." She murmured, wrapping her hand on his shoulder and standing on her tiptoes to brush a kiss on his lips. "What will happen to us?" she asked, unsure what to do.

He kissed her roughly and held her in his arms. He held onto her until he felt no more. There inside him was a feeling so strong it nearly had him falling from his feet. "We'll be together Alana, no matter what happens."

"I hope so." She said and held him, not wanting to let him go.

"God help us." Was all he said before placing her in a deep sleep. "For now my beloved, you shall return home. I'll be back for you, I swear it." And with that, they were gone from the room and its surroundings.

Morning came and with that Bella awoke. She found herself in her bedroom, covered with her flannel blanket. He had brought her home safe and sound. She felt a bit of guilt, wanting to be in his arms again. She sighed. Love at her age was strongly forbidden, yet his touch sent shivers down her spine.

I'll be back for you, I swear it. He had told her. She knew he meant every word and she vowed never to let her father know of him. It would be crazy otherwise.

"I just hope I can be strong and keep father from ever finding out." She whispered as she climbed out of bed and went to shower. Sunlight poked through her curtains, sending in a bit of light, it was still dark in parts of her room, but she didn't mind as she stripped from her clothing and ventured into the bathroom adjunction to her room.

She got into the shower, rinsing off the night's grim when she noticed two little puncture holes in her thigh. She giggled. He had marked her; how primitive it sounded, yet it fascinated her. She laughed and quickly finished, wanting to dress and be on her way to school.

"Bella!" Dean bellowed, "You're going to be late for school!"

She ran from the shower and hastily dressed in stockings, a plaid skirt and a black dress top. She stepped into her high heeled black boots and tied them before grabbing her black fur vest and throwing it on. She went about her room, placing her school materials in her black bag, grabbing her purse and running out of her room. She ran down the marble steps and stopped on the floor.

"I'm here." She told Dean, her father's right hand man.

"Good. Because now you have to walk to school since I cannot take you."

She growled at him, she so couldn't wait to drive and not have to rely on this jerk.

"Fine, I wanted some fresh air anyways!" she retorted and walked out the door, forgetting that she hadn't eaten since the day before. She shrugged to herself, "I'll live."

She paced herself and walked quickly down her long driveway and onto Route 15 to head towards Forks High. As she crossed the road, a car horn honked, scaring her half to death. She stopped for a mere second and looked. In the car were three girls from high school, one being Miss Popular, or what she'd been told.

"Get in Parry." The driver ordered.

Bella didn't know what to do and froze. The girl just shook her head, "Get in or we'll be late."

Bella got into the backseat of the Pontiac Vibe. Miss Popular took off down the road at a high speed, nearly passing every stop sign.

"Why did you pick me up? Bella asked, wanting to know why they picked today and not any other day.

"Edward asked me to watch over you. Now that you belong to him, we must take care and watch over you. Though, personally, I didn't have a choice."

She looked at her oddly; "Huh?" was all she said.

She laughed, "Edward is my birth father, well was when he was still alive. He died not long after I was born. He had three daughters, you know? Poor guy was only in his teens when he changed."

Bella felt uncomfortable. Here her arch enemy was Edward's daughter and she had feelings for an older man!

"Come on now Bella, its fine. Edward loves being eternally young. Though choosing you over the million older girls is beyond me. But he chose you and that's all that matters."

"Then how old are you?" she whispered.

She laughed, "I'm seventeen, though truthfully I'm far older. Daddy turned me when I got ill. He didn't want to lose his baby girl. So I turned. My sisters came after that."

She felt at lost then. How was she ever going to feel comfortable over this?

"Well now Bella, you will adapt." She said, having Bella wonder if she could hear every thought.

"I can hear and its fine. I can feel your fear but you have nothing to fear, not from us."

"But I hardly know any of you." She said.

"You will, from now on you'll be a little sister to us."

"Yes, and it'll be fun knowing you." The red head said. Bella looked over to her seat partner and smiled. She suddenly felt at ease.

"Then can I know your names?" she smiled, wanting to know a bit more of her companions.

"I'm Rosalie." The red head said.

"I'm Alice." The driver said.

"I'm Tanya." The passenger in the front said.

"And we're sisters." Rosalie said, making sure Bella understood. "We are forever bound Bella. Edward made sure of that."

"So you call your dad by his first name?" she asked.

She laughed, "Be quite odd if I called him dad now wouldn't it?"

Bella nodded, "I forgot."

Rosalie pulled into the school parking lot and parked her car. She paused before unlocking the doors, turning to face Bella. "From here on in, no one will hurt you. You're our sister and we take care of our own. If anyone bothers you, you let us know and we'll deal with them. Now my son will be with you, he's your age. I forgot to mention that I nearly died after giving birth to a son. My Sam is smart and very protective and Edward has already told him of you. So you'll be fine." And with that she unlocked the doors and they got out.

Some people looked at them oddly, knowing that Bella didn't fit with their little group, but it didn't seem to faze Rosalie at all.

"Have fun at school Bella, I'll see you back here afterwards." She waved and disappeared into the crowd.

Bella made her way over to her school and climbed the steps. A young boy of thirteen stopped her by the front doors.

"Bella?" he asked, his short blond hair peeking from his hoodie.

"Yes?"

"I'm Sam." He said and held out his hand.

She shook it, "Nice to finally meet you." She said as they entered the school together.

"You'll get use to this, I promise."

She merely nodded before entering their homeroom.