Hey Peoples! I have another story out! Though this one is slightly cliched in the vampire world (you know, knocking people out, blood lust, yearning for someone, and all the good stuff, we vampirelovers go crazy about) this one is going to be different.

I actually got inspired by having my iPod on shuffle and having 'Dance With the Devil' appear. I was all like 'Gods, I haven't heard this song in AGES!' (And trust, I don't even the word 'Gods' very often so this was special.) Plus I was at my bus stop the time and I creeped some of the people walking by my stop out a little. ^^ But that's just me.

But there is a slight warning I have to add: In later chapters, there might be a little TWILIGHT bashing, so just check out my profile and I explain what to expect. Hopfully it won't be enough to do some SERIOUS damage, but I do expect a little. =P

I'm starting to get a little scared right now. *feeling shivers running down her spine* Is this an Omen or something?

Anyways I hope you enjoy!

~ I wish you all sun, sea, and books.~ NISIOISIN

'Here I stand, helpless and left for dead . . .' ~ Dance With the Devil by Breaking Benjamin

Chapter 1 ; Prologue

"Hey Miss?"

Amy was walking down a lone street in the middle of the night, escaping from the craziness of a surprise party for one of her closest friends when she had heard the deep voice.

She stopped in her footsteps and looked around her. Finally, to her right, she saw someone sitting against an old building closest to her on the sidewalk. The figure was slightly concealed with darkness despite having a streetlight flickering slightly about a foot from them. But still, she could see that he was a dark gray fox with a worn black leather coat and a relatively new blue wool cap. He couldn't be older than 20 years old.

"Can I help you?" Amy asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"Are you taking your normal route home?" The man had asked, keeping his head down onto the sidewalk.

Amy looked at the man with confused eyes. She wasn't entirely sure if she should answer the guy. Even so, she said, "Why should I tell you that?"

The man looked up at her, revealing dark green eyes. Then, he flashed a sincere smile at her. "I'm just tryin' to say that beautiful women like you shouldn't normally take the same route home that they do in the daytime. This is the time when all the crazies come out, you know?"

Amy had blushed slightly from the stranger comment, but still looked at him with an obvious look. "I already know that sir, but I never would have thought that someone like you could actually care about me."

The man shrugged his shoulders and looked up into the clear night sky and mumbled something.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" Amy asked.

"Oh it's nothing." he pointed to the large mountains just outside the city. The outlines of the mountains could barely be seen, t was that dark. "Ever been in those mountains over there?"

Amy looked in the direction of where the man was pointing at and saw the mountains. She turned around and saw the man looking directly at her. She began to wonder why she was talking to this man for so long, be she couldn't stop herself. It was like she was being controlled somehow. "I've been there. When I was a child." she answered softly.

The man nodded his head slowly, taking in the small amount of information he was given. "Well, you might be going back there tonight." he said, sounding nonchalant, looking back into the dark mountain gap.

Amy shook her head. "I'm never going back there." she said, slightly angry.

"I really don't think that you have a choice." the man muttered, looking up at the full moon in the sky.

"Really? And why is that?"

The man stood up and looked at Amy with a serious look. Amy hadn't realized that the man was slightly taller than her, standing about 3 or 4 inches taller. She seemed a little startled and afraid, the man over towering her. He didn't appear to be phased.

"Just go a different way home, okay?" The man asked, looking directly into Amy's bright green eyes.

" Why should I? You never told me why," Amy said, sounding very trance-like.

The man looked at her more intently. Amy could feel his gaze burn into her brain. "I guess you're going to go anyway. You seem like the stubborn type." He made a deep sigh. "Just tryin' to keep you in our world for a little longer. Why did you have to be 'the 'one'? You're such a nice little girl . . ."

Amy looked at the man confusingly, not fully understanding his words. It had actually sounded like he was talking more to himself than her. "Excuse me? I don't understand."

The man's face had started to form a smile, as if nothing were wrong. The smile had made him look more younger than he already was, almost like a growing teenager, just entering the process of adulthood. "Just go home and try to enjoy the last moments you'll spend with us." The man then made another smile, this time a calm one. So calm that it seemed slightly disorientating. But then the smile slowly turned into a frown. He then went on walking the opposite way that Amy was walking.

Amy watched as he disappeared into the night, not looking once back at her. She was confused as to what the man had said to her before he left. He had caugt her attention with such ease though. Normally, she would have ignored and walked right past him, no words exchanged in any way, shape, or form. Even so, she wouldn't listen to him. His warning towards her, though sincere and caring on his part, had for some reason, metaphorically 'rubbed Amy the wrong way.' It was like his plaed was too kind, too protective. She had just met him! What if she met him, taking a different route home? What if he wasn't as sincere and kind as he was to her before?

She didn't want to risk it.

She was slowly starting to peer out of her trance-like state and started to continue walking in the direction that she was before, not listening to the man's warning.

She really should have though.

Amy opened the door of her apartment with slight hesitation. She had this slight chill running throughout her body ever since she talked to the stranger on the street. She had this feeling that someone was following her. She groaned slightly as she slowly started to regret talking to the man. She looked carefully behind her shoulders, but not conspicuous enough to make it look suspicious. Once she turned around, she had begun to walk into the dim-litted space.

She had reached for the switch to the right of her on the wall.

But then something grabbed her hand in the darkness.

"You know, for a smart and pretty girl like you, and trust me, that's a hard combination to find, you sure can be real stupid." a low voice had said from behind her.

Before Amy had even time to start thinking on how to react, she felt a sudden impact appear on the back of her head, which had made her fall to the ground with such force that has caused her to black out instantaneously.

The figure behind watched as she fell to the ground, unconscious. Though to him, all he had done was tap her slightly on the back of the head, she had fallen with such a loud 'bang' onto the hard, wooden floor, almost making it splinter slightly. He had a slight smirk across his lips as he walked closer towards her still body, his shoes making quiet creaks against the floorboards. When he stopped, he kneeled down slowly next to her, his eyes looking at the position in which she had landed when she fell. Her body looked graceful laying against the cold, wooden floor, despite the action that had happened to make it so. He concentrated more on her face, how peaceful it looked as if she had merely gone to sleep.

He inhaled the air around her, and almost immediately, the inside of his mouth started to water as he felt a hot, burning sensation running down his throat. He licked his lips while he started to laugh quietly to himself. He leaned down towards her left ear, and whispered softly, words that she'll never hear, "You have absolutely no idea how much, how hard I'm trying to resist something that I have waited so long for. But how can one even think of trying to resist a being such as yourself after being experienced with a scent such as yours? It's like nothing I have smelled before. And might I say, that despite other peoples' overactive imagination, it does not smell anything of roses. Not really what I expected. In fact, I am a little disappointed. I love the smell of roses. Especially red ones."

He stood up slowly, the floorboards creaking slightly over the sudden movement. He stared at her for a couple seconds once more, before, in a movement that was too quick, picked up her body from the cold floor, putting her into the bridal-style into his arms. The floorboards barely caught up with the instant movement because of the sudden weight change. He took 5 steps towards the still-open door, while saying, "Enjoy the next few hours as you are unconscious, Amy Rose, because, by the time you break the surface into your awakening, I'm not really sure if I'll be able to control myself. Not that I would try to. You're just too delicious and rare to let me share with anyone else. I'm just going to follow my instincts this time. No holding back. I almost feel sorry for you."

As soon as he crossed the door frame, he had sped out of the building in such a speed, that it was almost impossible to see with the human eye.

And off he went.

Towards the mountains, right outside the city.

The place where she had sworn never to return.

18 years ago.

Ooh, scary, isn't it?

Not Really.

At least, not yet.

I actually feel a little evil right now. . .

*with an evil smirk on her face* Be sure to Review!

Laters! =D