*author's note*

Sunshine: This storyline idea is actually from a role-play Nik and I have been doing for almost a month now. The other day I came up with the idea to try it out as a 'teaser chapter' and post it on here. But since there was a two day waiting period for new accounts, I went ahead and posted it up on my Facebook account. My friends loved it, which gave us even more confidence to publish it here.

The character Jessica Hamby came from the hit TV show 'True Blood' and Nikholas Calix is a complete original character that Nik came up with himself. Because of that, instead of Jessica getting turned into a vampire for Bill Compton's mistakes, we decided to take a different route to see how that would work out-and voilà. This story is born.

'True Blood' characters mentioned in this story are not owned by us. We have no claim to them expect for the idea of this story.

So here we go.

Chapter 1-

An ivory stream of amorphous smoke danced towards the sky from the tip of the lit cigarette that brushed the seemingly young male's lips before it made its way in between his index and middle digits as they brushed up against the growing dirty-sandy colored semi-thick beard that prickled his facial features. The raven colored blazer that enveloped the onyx tinted dress shirt matched the coal stained dress pants that played with the wind as it tugged at his body. The bright celestial blue hues that gave way to his eyes scanned the empty sidewalk while he walked up it; picking up the image of an individual at the corner, he stood a few feet behind them, his hand shifting to his lips while he inhaled from the butt of the small roll of tobacco.

"I've been waiting for you…"

The words were calm and scarce as they left the smoking male's lips.

"I'm sure fate has its' reasons for our meeting and I don't plan on wasting time in trying to figure out what that reason is, So why don't we get going..."

He walked past the individual, wondering if they would follow or not.

"We have quite a tale ahead of us…"

He gave the individual a smirk, curving his body around slightly to give them one last look before continuing across the street.

She pulled against her pale grey coat to cover her petite body. The night air danced around her like the gentle touch of a cold embrace, trying to envelop her in its arms. Her long fiery red hair whipped back and forth, as she continued to walk along the sidewalk towards nothing in particular. She had enough of her parents coddling and telling her how to speak and how to behave. She wasn't a doll to be bended at will; she was a human being with thoughts of her own and passions that didn't involve their way of thinking. As she picked up her steps, she suddenly heard the clicking of another, just behind her. She suddenly realized while her thoughts drifted off that she wasn't alone anymore—then she heard a voice that sounded masculine; and very male.

"Yes... of course."

She replied, completely mesmerized now by the sound of his voice. It seemed melodically, and whimsical that screamed 'follow me and you shall be rewarded'. She watched him for a quick few moments, not thinking clearing before quickening her pace and following this stranger to who knows where.

His footsteps were light in nature, but they always sent of such a powerful presence whenever he would near an individual and if he wasn't conscience of it, he would always lose the element of surprise. He didn't worry about such things tonight, he has been following this young woman for days, something about her had intrigued him; something that doesn't occur to him often during his last 3000 years. The vulnerability of humans and how easily they could be swayed into doing the bidding of not only vampires but other humans themselves amused him slightly, but the majority of it was shameful and disappointing, he expected so much more from humans.

He continued across the street and on to the curb of the second block. The wind occasionally dragging at his somewhat fitted attire, the freezing temperature had no effect on his body as they walked, which provided him with the pleasure of wearing whatever he saw fit at any given time. The hours would blur to a standstill as they found themselves in a decaying part of Philadelphia. He halted before turning his body around to face the seemingly young vixen. The butts of cigarettes marked the trail towards their location. He was an avid smoker and has been for nearly the last centuries. Exhaling the last bit of smoke from the nostrils that comprised his facial expressions he flicked the final cigarette onto the street. His inviting gaze met with her curious one.

"Why did you follow me child?"

He questioned expecting an obvious answer of 'I don't know' or 'Because you told me too', but maybe she would be different in her reasoning.

She followed him out of curiosity and somewhat excitement. She never did anything remotely risky or fun and with her already breaking all of the rules, agreeing to follow him didn't seem so bad. The chill in the air became colder the more they walked and she wished she had on a better coat. She jolted out of her thoughts the moment she'd seen him stop and turned to face her. Were they at their destination? Then he began to speak.

"Because I was curious, on to why you would think I was someone of importance that deemed it necessary to wait for."

She paused for a brief moment.

"Why? I'm just like anyone else around here, why would you choose me?"

She studied this man in front of her, her curiousness more overpowering than her need to be frightened. Being alone with a total stranger this late at night was a bad thing for girls without an escort. She should know better from all the times her teachers throughout the years would explain to her and her classmates of the things not to do when caught in a situation like this. But of course, she didn't listen to the warning tonight, and in the back of her mind, she wondered if that would be her salvation or her downfall.

But sometimes, risks were worth taking.

The young Nikholas gradually approached the increasingly tentative female ahead of him. His oceanic eyes continued to scrutinize the tender, but fierce features that formulated her demeanor. The pocket of his left leg bulged out slightly from the entering of his left hand. The bottom flap of his blazer folded up slightly from the conflicting forearm in its way. The thoughts of what he should do with her ran through his mind. Anything from turning her to ripping her apart flashed before him., but he didn't know if he could anything to her; was it her beauty or her answer that reflected so much about her that had him second guessing himself. Something about her was intriguing, sure she followed me by curiosity, but it was I who was curious. Oppressed by societies restrictions and treated as a pariah even when you do. It reminded him of how he was raised. Placing his right thumb at his temple he rubbed his forehead with his index and middle finger to shake the thoughts of the past.

He stood a mere few feet from the individual who had followed him. His brows furrowed in annoyance from the confliction he was undergoing. He usually could keep his composure, but this difference between himself physically manifested itself by his right hand balling into a fist.

"Why be so ignorant! You followed my because of sheer curiosity?!"

The anger from his own personal demons began to leak out.

"And what would you do, if I told you I brought you out here just to kill you?!"

He questioned her as he neared her. Motioning his hand towards her,

"What If I told you I was going to rip you apart and make it so no one will ever know what happened to you?!"

He stood only inches from her, weeks of observing and analyzing her had culminated to this point.

Jessica stared in bemused shock and fright at the change in demure of the gentleman in front of her. As the wind continued to blow against her coat and her hair, she didn't shiver because of the cold. She shivered because of the raw emotions glowing in his eyes, as if; he had many stories to tell and has seen so much in his life. She also noticed the hard edge of his jawline as well, like he was in deep thought. She shook her head and looked back in his eyes that seemed bluer than hers ever was—and saw it again; the deep knowledge of the unknown. But that's impossible, right? He looked to be a few years older than herself, and she—well she had never seen or done anything worth bragging about to her peers. Isolation all these years finally took a toll on her, which brought her here... tonight.

Her feet stumbled from under her at the mention of him killing her. Did she really hear him right or was her mind playing tricks on her? Yes, she knew it was most likely stupid for following him like a lost puppy, but her curiosity overpowered her judgment.

End of Chapter 1.

*edited 9.21.12*