Okay, so everyone seems to be caught up in this vampire perfect phase (yes I was included). But I got stuck into these books by Lysnay Sands, let's say there about the same as Twilight butfor adults. For a while I still thought all of these stories were loving and perfect, but some of Sands stories got me thinking on reason as to why this life style (if possible) might not be so great. Being me I just had to write it down. So this fanfic is following Sands story lines, and I'm not aiming for a full story because I have so much to do with school and my other stories which have unfortunately had to been forgotten for now. If I'm not making any sense to anyone please ask me to explain the story lines.

"I don't want it." She nearly screamed again.

Darius had just spent three hours explaining what had happened to the beautiful women now standing in the spare room of his house. The accident at his workplace wasn't his fault, but Darius couldn't let this stupid woman, who had decided their computer data was more important than her life, take that life away from her. It was his company and his computer data that she'd insisted in getting when she got stuck in the collapsing building. Some freak accident where everyone had escaped, or so he'd thought.

When a lonely fire-fighter walked out of the demolished building with her in his arms, Darius hadn't thought. He'd seen it in the minds of her co-workers. She'd insisted that she grab the back-up disk for all the computer data. He'd hoped she was out, data or no data, but her limp form came out in the arms of a man who struggled to keep her weight.

Weak mortal. Darius remembered.

Rage had taken over and he just had to save the beautiful idiot who risked her life for his business.

I must give her a raise, if she stays. He thought weakly. "I saved you, there was nothing else that could be done for you." he tried explaining again.

"You don't get it. I don't want to be..."

"You're not soulless." he interrupted her. "I told you, you can still go out in the sun, touch crosses, eat garlic, sleep in a bed..."

"Yeah, yeah. I heard you the first time, but I still don't like it. I just don't want it." She was pacing back and forth in the spare bedroom that she had woken up in. He sat on the bed watching her with interest.

"Well you've got it now. I told you, it's just a form of science..."

"And I don't want the dumb nanos." She interrupted him his time.

Darius sighed. She had to be hungry, she was pale and he could see pain lines at her eyes, but he couldn't even get her to think about blood. He would have to bring out the harsh words if he didn't get through in a minute. "Would you rather be dead?"

She finally stopped pacing and turned to glare and him, eyes narrowed. Then she huffed and sat angrily on the floor where she was standing, arms crossed over her chest.

"You're going to tell me you would rather be dead than immortal, beautiful, forever young, in peak condition, stronger..."

"You just don't get it, do you?" She interrupted him again. She didn't even know his name and was still struggling with what he was trying to tell her. Computerised nanos in her blood had turned her into a vampire, oh no wait, immortal sorry. He didn't like the word vampire. "You don't get it." she whispered, hanging her head in defeat and placing her head in her hands, elbows on her knees.

He had saved me when she thought she was dead, but was it better then actually being dead? Kallie guessed she didn't have a choice anymore.

He sighed again and moved off the bed to sit opposite her on the ground.

"What don't I get?" He finally asked. He'd been going through the last three hours trying to convince her that this was a good thing, not a bad one. He finally asked why she didn't agree, finally.

"What don't you get? What don't I get is more like it. How am I expected to keep living? My normal life has been turned upside-down. Everything I had has been swapped for the opposite. I have to give up my family, my job, everything." Kallie had raised her head and was nearly screaming again.

"I tried to tell you before, you don't have to for the first ten to twenty years. No one knows you got stuck in the building and I won't let you lose your job."

She looked at him. His eyes were hopeful. Probably hoping she would get over this and take away his guilt. She probably should take away his guilt, but she just couldn't at the moment. She still didn't like where she stood.

"That's where you're wrong. That wasn't my job. My cousin broke her leg last week. She would be your worker. Her job paid more and she asked me if I wanted to earn more money. I agreed, she made the calls to a very thankful assistant manager who no longer needed to fill in the position for the week and I was in." Kallie confessed willingly. She just couldn't lie to this guy for some reason, especially with his eyes still locked on hers, even if someone did get in trouble for this.

"Why did my assistant allow an unexperienced person to fill in and on such short notice?" Darius spoke more to himself as he released her from his stare to look wonderingly at the ground.

"Well Anny told your assistant to keep the money going into her account, she would give it to me later, and we both went through the same degree together, I just didn't like how boring reception turned out to be as a career, so I didn't follow up on it. I still know how to do it though. It was easy for me to fit into a work place where I had visited my favourite cousin so many times. I knew the place, I knew the work and barely any paper work had to be filled out, and I wouldn't be expecting a permanent job. Everyone was happy. Now I'm not."

Kallie adverted her eyes before he could look at her again and distract her. Kallie's eye sight was starting to pick up how handsome her savour is. His muscles easily seen through his shirt... not that she kept looking.

"So what do you do then? What's so important you would rather be dead?" she flinched at his words. Kallie hated him bringing up that fact that she should be dead right now.

Kallie groaned and fell backwards so that she was lying on the ground staring at the roof. This was hard enough to explain without looking at handsome, hopeful eyes.

"I'm an athlete." she sighed at the memories, closing her eyes.

"I'm sorry, you're a what?" she wanted to see his face to see if he was actually confused or if that was sacrarium, but she didn't dare.

"I'm an athlete. I use to have the dream of the Olympics when I was younger. Though that ended as I got to older, the schedule stuck. That and my need to keep going with my sports. Now I teach it as well as still competing even though I know I wouldn't get to any Olympics, I can still dream. Well I did teach, I did compete and I did dream. I guess I have to let all that go now. Not in time, now, if I stand corrected."

"Why?" Kallie could hear his confusion and gave a short laugh at how he still didn't get it.

"You said my strength will get better over time. How am I meant to do any of my sports if I'm faster than the top Olympians without effort? I can't keep my job and I'll lose my family and friends. I might as well be dead. It would be better than living a pointless life for a few hundred years."

Darius finally understood why she was so upset. All of his family had turned their life-mates or some person that had family or friends already immortal. She had no-one, or soon wouldn't. Not even workmates. He'd hoped some immortal at his work would be friends with her and help her, but she didn't even work under him. High chances were that her cousin that did, wouldn't have a clue his people even existed.

Darius was at a loss for words.

Now he had nothing to entice her to liking his way of living.

His thoughts distracted him from her movements until he heard her groan of pain. Darius looked at her and found her curled in on herself in the foetal position. He crawled to His feet with a sigh. Here was the hard part, convincing her to feed when she didn't see any reason for living.