A/N: Hello! My name is Unveiled. I used to be VeiledPrincess but I lost the password for that account and couldn't remember what Email I had signed up with. I already had a story titled Vampyres and it, honestly, wasn't terrible; But it certainly wasn't fantastic either. So I revamped it (- LOL) and now I like it much, much better. So here we go. This is just a sneak peak and, if I even get one review, I will post the first chapter. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy.

Prologue

"You've got to believe me about this girl, Dez," she shouted at my retreating silhouette. I was using the shortcut to my apartment through the empty townhomes, but I kept going when she stopped. I was supposed to be her best friend and I was walking away from her. I knew how terrible her wrath would be but I had had enough.

"She could be trying to kill me! Why don't you believe me?" she screamed at me.

"Why should I believe you about a stalker if you didn't believe me when I told you about the crazy bastard that was stalking me," I kept shaking my head back and forth as my stalker's face protruded through the wall I kept around it.

"Like anyone would believe that shit! You kept saying your stalker wasn't human! That he moved like the wind and was really strong! He sounded like one of the characters in your books!"

"That's enough," I screamed. "I wasn't making him up! You think you're so beautiful that you are the only one of the two of us who could have a stalker. You probably met her online and begged her to meet. Because that's all you have displayed yourself to be, you know. You are nothing more than an Attention Whore and everybody knows it."

"Oh, you think you have me all figured out, don't you? You think I want this, don't you," she screamed, clawing at my face, "I didn't ask for this. This wasn't my idea of a good prank. I'm scared out of my goddamn mind and you have the audacity to accuse me of being behind it all?!" She lifted me by my neck and slammed my head into the wall of a townhome. She dropped me with a sound of fury and I began to sob against the dirty sidewalk. I continued sobbing, screaming as she shouted obscenities at me, kicking my sides and pulling me up by my hair. As she dropped me from another hair pull, I vowed to cut off all my hair when I got home.

In a second of silence from Cathy, there was a sound at the other end of the street. Someone was running towards us. A wave of calm crept over me as I watched the figure come closer. Cathy, frightened now, started retreating towards the apartments when the person jumped towards us. I could see, now, that it was a woman. But her cat-like agility betrayed her as more. "It's her! It's her," Cathy screamed. Having only seen movement like that once before, I agonizingly pulled myself towards the wall and the safety of the boxes littering the empty driveway, leaving my attacker to fend for herself.

There was an expression of pure enjoyment on the woman's face as she landed less than a yard away from Cathy. She looked towards me and the enjoyment morphed into rage. She said something I couldn't hear and He appeared. He walked over and tried to comfort me. His face, though, was too beautiful to be of any comfort. I had tried so hard to keep his face out of my mind for so many months that seeing it with my eyes left me shell shocked. The women jumped again and landed lazily in front of Cathy, who screamed and started running the other way. The woman caught up to her in two bounds and grabbed her arm. Cathy shut up almost immediately once the female touched her. I heard her start talking to Cathy in a quiet musical voice. The woman tied up Cathy and was circling her when the man spoke to me. I shied away from his voice and scrambled away when he reached out for my hand. Seeing my anxiety, he backed up a little and repeated mundane phrases of comfort that did nothing for me.

I looked at my rescuers out of the corner of my eye. The man sat in front of me, patience written in his eyes. The woman merely looked bored. "I won't hurt you, you know," he said reaching out a hand again, "I never have and never will. I can't hurt you". I hesitated but I could feel the honesty radiating off of him. When I reached out a hand to him, it was shaking so hard that my whole arm was moving. His smile was brilliant and he hoisted me off the dirty sidewalk.

The moment I put pressure on my foot, I screamed out in pain and slumped back down. He grabbed me just in time to set me down on the curb. He examined my foot and declared the ankle was twisted. He sat by me on the curb. I flinched as his movement disturbed my ankle and again as he extended a hand to adjust my legs position. He looked me over and then sighed and walked to the female. She reached, raising Cathy sharply by the hair. Almost exactly as Cathy had done to me. Cathy screeched like a banshee as the woman dropped her at my feet, and kneeled down next to her.

The man's honey voice turned gruff, "Why are you trying to kill her?"

"She doesn't believe me," she said through her sobs, "she's supposed to be my best friend. But she won't believe me."

"You didn't believe her about me" he said seriously, and then added in a lighter tone, "I decided that Roxanne needed to hone her tracking skills so I turned her onto you. Having Roxanne practice with you allowed me to watch over Desiree and Roxanne at the same time."

Roxanne's musical voice rang out on the deserted street, "Slow your thoughts, little one." Silence. " I can only pick out one recurring thought…." Laughter. "Oh it's changed. Since that seems to be something you desire to know: Yes, I can read your mind and No, We are not human, but we once were". The man licked his lips and bared his teeth. Two fangs shot out and then retracted quickly. He nodded at her and Roxanne bared her teeth and sunk them into Cathy's neck.

He looked at me and stepped nearer. I scrabbled backwards until I couldn't move from the pain in my ankle. The man looked upset and then he swore and turned to Roxanne. Cathy fell limp, like a rag doll, from her arms. She looked like a cat removing the innocent canary's feather from her face. The man yelled at her to fix it and turned towards me. Drowsiness slid over my body. But it wasn't going to win; I wanted answers.

"Who and what are you?"

"My name is Wynter Gribancevik. I am vampyre and you are my soul mate, Desiree Uri. I am giving you my heart; do with it what you will. But know this: I will protect you until the end of time from anyone and anything… even if it should end in my death". As he finished, the drowsiness returned with more force and I found myself unable to keep my eyes open. One thought kept circling through my head:

A boy. That couldn't age. Promised me his heart. After saving my life.