AN -

Here's a little something I've got cooking.

I was watching my brother play Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines the other day and I was fascinated with the vampire lore, especially in regards to the vampire clans and some of the twisted characters. So if you're familiar with the game you know you're in for a ride.

Now I don't know if this has already been done, and I apologise in advance if this has already, but hopefully it will turn out completely different to what is already out there.

So if I continue this and there are references to VtM I will note it in the ANs.

There aren't any in this chapter though; this is more like a teaser chapter to whet your whistle.

Chapter 1

As the waiter weaved his way through the crowded ballroom I stopped him with a tug on his sleeve and grabbed another glass from his tray of champagne.

"Again, why are we here?"

Angela sighed taking her own glass and sipping it with pursed lips.

"I know, I know. But really, are we even needed?"

"It's not about being needed Bella, it's about showing support."

I snorted into the flute. "For her? Never!" I mumbled.

She elbowed me.

"Well really," I said rubbing my arm. "It's not like we are garnering any attention."

I looked around the room and sure enough no one was looking our way. We may as well have been sewn into the curtains.

"No one will notice if we leave now. We've shown our faces, know enough details to comment that the bubbly was exquisitely expensive," I took another appreciative sip from my glass. "The room was decadently decorated to showcase the original mouldings and glimmer of the 18th century chandelier. Everyone looked fabulously rich in their finery," I gestured to the high class guests. "And Miss Prima looked resplendent in her..."

"Could you come up with anymore adjectives?"

"Of course. I didn't do that English Lit class for nothing, they work perfectly in these situations. It's either kiss-ass or go home. Which I would be doing now if it weren't for you."

"Eh, enough of that. So, you attended a two year night course just for situations like this."

"No," I sniffed haughtily. "I did it for Darcy."

Angela laughed.

I smirked and catching a glimpse of tall dark and handsome I said, "Oh look, here comes Ben."

She choked.

"Shit! How do I look?" She fluttered her hands over her hair and dress, smoothing out fly-away hair and non-existent creases.

"You look..." I widened my eyes and shook my head at her, then quickly stuck my hand out passed her arm and into Ben's hand. Boy moved quick.

"Ben. How are you this evening?" I said shaking vigorously.

"Surviving. How are you lovely ladies?"

If he noticed Angela's blush he didn't comment.

"Bored out of my mind," I replied.

He laughed and I nudged Angela when he looked for her reply.

"Oh, yes! I mean, it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

I snorted.

"Well the night is still young and the guest of honour is still to arrive," he said.

"Probably wanting to be fashionably late," said Angela.

"Yes, well. I think 10:00 is starting to push it. The dowagers aren't looking very impressed," was my reply, taking note of pursed lips and narrowed eyes. "Most of us have been here since 7:30."

"Anyway, Ben, how'd your physio go? I heard the new therapist was pretty good."

Ben shrugged, "Just like any other really. Easy to talk to, you know. He's a keeper though, told Banner where to go when he kept badgering him on when I would be fit enough to perform again."

"Not that that is going to stop Banner. As long as you have to legs you will be performing, like we're some kind of circus monkey."

"No shit!" he laughed at me. "How's it going with Cope? Gutted I was already committed to Jefferson's piece."

"I think it's going well," said Angela. "We should be ready for opening, right Bella?"

I rolled my eyes. Sure we would be if Miss Prima showed up for rehearsal more than once a week.

I opened my mouth to retort when the room went quiet.

I tried to crane my head over the top of the crowd without much success.

"Ooohh."

"What?" I asked. "What's going on?"

"She's here."

Speak of the devil.

The lady of the hour - or if she had her way, the rest of existence - had arrived.

After the abnormally long pause, a smattering of applause rippled through the crowd to a full-blown standing ovation.

I ungracefully leaned up against the wall uninterested.

If there was one thing I hated about my job it was the snobby politics.

Being a lowly corps girl it didn't really affect me, I kept myself to myself and blended into the background, but it got right up my nose when I was put in situations like this where is was thrown in my face. There was no avoiding the hoity toity living of the blue-bloods who thought themselves connoisseurs of the arts, throwing their money around like they were TPing the local frat house, critiquing the latest production like they knew shit.

Well they knew jack.

They saw the pretty picture, the polished product.

They never saw the blood, sweat and tears of behind the scenes, unless they were the nosy bastards wanting to know where exactly their 'hard-earned' money was being spent.

"So..." I turned to Angela.

"Doesn't she look lovely? And that dress. Wow!"

"I don't give a flying fig what she looks like or what she's..."

"Who's that?" asked Ben.

"I don't know, he looks familiar but I don't think I've ever seen him around the theatre before. You think he's her date."

"Probably some rich business dude she's trying to rope in to invest in the company."

So what if she had a date. She would never come to these shin-digs without one, they were like the Prada clutch bag to her Prada shoes.

"Oh my God, is that who I think it is?"

"Who?" I asked, curious at Angela exclamation.

I tried to crane my head over the crowd. Again I was unsuccessful.

"Yes!" cried Angela. "Now I know where I've seen him before. She's with his son. But he only comes if..."

I tried to resist the urge to jump on Ben's back to get a better look.

What was going on? Who had she come with?

"So that must mean..."

"What?" I cried frustrated.

Angela turned to me wide eyed.

"She came with the Volturi's."

Well I'll be damned.

Rosalie Hale had just been made.

AN -

So what you think?

Do you like the idea of me 're-vamping', so to speak, Stephenie Meyer's characters?

Should I continue?

Your views are appreciated.

Oh and Twilight belongs to Ms Meyer and Vampire: The Masquerade was published by White Wolf.

Thanks in advance

Kylie x