This is based on the Twilight roleplay :) Thanks to all who inspired me.

Of course I don't own Twilight. You should know that.

Kira's POV

"Kira Torelli?" a substitute teacher called. I didn't even bother to correct him. It was KEE-rah, not Ki-ra, a mistake many people made. I was just too timid to correct him.

"Here," I sighed. I was thankful class was almost over. My brain was ready for some rest and relaxation. I yawned, avoiding the eyes of my classmates and teachers. The substitute finished attendance just as the bell ran, looking very weary, considering he hadn't gotten to teach anything because of the class's rowdiness. I walked out. No matter how I was feeling, I simply could not achieve that angry, I-want-to-be-a-loner aura. And somehow, people mercifully left me alone. If my naivety weren't enough, my submissive nature would be my downfall. I hated saying no to anyone, or anything.

I was walking home from school when a man smoothly appeared, throwing me over his shoulder and racing to a secretive, unknown place in one single stroke, all under five seconds. I gasped, opening my mouth to scream.

"No one will hear you, you know," the man said, thoroughly amused at my fear. He patted the wall. "I picked a special place for you. Sound proof." He smirked. That was when he sank his teeth into my neck.

The burning fire in my neck, the instant pain, was enough to make me want to die, but what happened next caused me to wish I had that incessant little pain in my neck again instead of the burning pain throughout my body. I screamed and cried, giving into the pain and watching the satisfied look spread across his face. I don't know how long it lasted, but it felt like months, years even. The whole time, he just stared. Finally, he spoke.

"I've been watching you," he said, he said, circling me. "You're going to be my mate." He didn't wait for me to reply. I wouldn't have anyways, considering all I wanted to do was scream. "You're very strange, you know," he continued. "I've watched the way you act. I've never seen anything like this." He looked at me hungry, like I was a piece of meat. In fact, maybe I was a piece of meat to him.

"I'm not going to tell you my name," he continued casually. "If you don't turn out nicely…" He shrugged, trailing off. "Can't have you hunting me down." He stroked my face as I shuddered. "But a little sweet, caring girl like you wouldn't do that, would she?" He continued talking to me like this the hwole time I was changing. It disturbed me to no end. He had no mercy.

Finally- I don't know how long it had been- the pain changed into a strange tingling sensation before fully subsiding. The first thing I was aware of was a strange smell burning my nose, infiltrating my throat and nose. I gasped, lunging for the door, and inhaling more of the savory smell. I needed it.

The man, my creator, caught me. "I don't think so," he laughed. "Not yet, not here."

He didn't understand, he could not possibly imagine what I was going through. Overwhelmed by the smell, a snarl erupted from me, surprising even myself. He chuckled, still holding me back. "It's a good thing I'm so even tempered," he said, grasping me around the waist as I struggled.

"I need it!" I snarled. Even in my newborn years, I was still weaker than him, and he was thousands of years old.

Tobey's POV

The only way to describe my life before Kira was incomplete. An empty life, in which I was forever stuck in the same body, at the same age, my hair never growing and my complexion never changing. It lacked excitement, my sad, boring life, and so I turned to girls to fulfill my needs.

Speaking of which, I looked at the pretty blonde in front of me. She had everything done up and pretty, the kind of fake look some guys liked. I didn't but I knew she was easy. No messy detachments or late night calls, just one night stands.

These "relationships," if you could even call them that, were what I thrived on. I wasn't interested in real, lasting relationships, so I tended to sleep with a girl and then kill her. Hiding the bodies was the easy part. "So, Tracy," I smirked.

"Trixie," she patiently reminded me, not really caring.

Trixie. Right. Of course I knew that. Not that I cared.

Five hours later, I looked at the dead, nude girl on my bed. "I'm messed up!" I muttered, getting up. This needed to change. But no, this was what I always thought! Did I ever act on it? No.

I left the girl in my bed and went to get fish blood from the fridge when the doorbell rang. Curiously, I went to the door and opened it. An all too familiar face stared back at me. My creator. A vicious, snarling vampire was thrown onto the floor in front of me, her face covered with cascading culrs. She made a snarling, hurt sound, looking up at me. At that moment, I saw hurt, fear, and pain in those crimson red eyes and I knew that I wanted to make her mine.

Kira's POV

Somehow, I managed to escape my creator's grasp, to elude him. I killed eight innocent people in that amount of time. I was only gone for a couple of hours, but it was enough time for it to be all over the news. My creator found me lounging lazily behind a fence, waiting for school to let out. He grasped my wrist.

"What are you doing?" he hissed, gripping my wrist tightly.

I cried out, feeling the first pain since I had changed. "I'm thirsty!" I gasped, waiting for the thirst to hit as the children came streaming out.

"Anyone but children!" he hissed. "Are you daft? And in front of everyone too? How many people have you killed already?" At his last words, their scent hit me like a ton of bricks and I reeled back physically and mentally, gasping.

My creator clapped a hand over my mouth. "Don't breathe," he growled. "I had more faith in you, though, I wanted a nice girl." He took me and locked me in the basement again, going upstairs.

I was crying and snarling at the same time, scared of what was happening to me and angry he wouldn't let me eat. Everytime I remembered those horrified faces, I would cringe. But then I remembered the sweet, savory taste of the blood and become angry and lustful. It was a vicious, neverending cycle.

This happened for about half a day before my creator came down. He was also angry, but in a different way. He opened the door wide for me. "Go! Goand see if I care if you are destroyed by the Volturi!"

I killed 28 people that day. He cared.

Tobey's POV

"Her name is Kira," said my creator roughly, staring at the girl. "Thought she was the one. She wasn't. I can't control her."

"Well what am I supposed to do with her?" I asked incredulously. He couldn't just dump a beautiful, fragile, female vampire on my door and expect her to be alive the next morning! I looked at her face, partially covered by curls. She was crying and snarling, a savage, helpless look that made me like her even more.

"I don't care, but do something," my creator replied. "She's a bloodthirsty lunatic. The Voluri will come by anytime to destroy her."

I couldn't even begin to imagine the Voltur tearing her limbs apart, her beautiful crimson eyes widening in shock and pain. The look on my face must have shown, because my creator smirked. "Good luck." With those parting words, he disappeared, not even bothering ot close the door. Kira – what a beautiful name- made a break for it. I grabbed her by the waist before she could escape.

"Kira," I tasted the word on my tongue. She froze and I smirked. This would be all too easy. My creator just didn't know how to handle her.

R & R :) That little button WANTS you