Ok so this could turn into a story, or it could be a one-shot thing. Please review and tell me if you want me to go on with it! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I cautiously searched the street for any vampires of the other clan, as our leader had ordered me to. I was dressed in all black, with tall black high-heel boots; just to fit the scene.

My fiery-red hair was curling to halfway down my spine, not held back by anything. I strolled down the median of the street feeling the cold air brush by my face, singing to me. It was about midnight, not a sound from the pavement besides the clonk from my boots.

I paused a moment, deciding that this street was clear. As soon as I had pivoted to leave, I saw him. Morgead. Had he been walking behind me this whole time? I instinctively extended my fangs and hissed at him ferociously.

He just stood there, smirking. His hands stuffed in his smooth leather-jacket pockets. "On a lovely night stroll, are we?" The words rolled off his tongue perfectly.

Morgead used to be my best friend in the whole world, when we were kids. But when we both became vampires, the shit really hit the fan. We got caught up in different clans; enemy clans, in fact.

"What do you want?" I blurted out, not sure what to say for some reason. He gave a short laugh and replied, "Oh, nothing… I just want to know what my dear Jez is doing way out here; and all alone, too." Was that a threat? As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I saw his fangs extend. I guess it was.

"Why do you think I'm out here, dear Morgead?" I said, taking on a new innocent approach as he was doing. He face immediately stiffened. "Well I have no idea. It could be anything. You always said, when we were little, you were "born to be bad."" He executed a fake laugh.

His words brought memories back to me, but I quickly shoved them away. "I once was born to be bad." I informed him. "Now I follow orders." "Jez; following orders? You've got to be kidding! Also, I don't know if you realized, but you just gave away why you're here; which is for your leader." He said.

Crap.

"Well, as long as we're sharing secrets, you mind telling me why you're here?" I questioned. "Same reason you are… so where do we stand? Should we both just walk away, or fight?" He began attempting to circle me. I just started going in a circle also and we started to move around in a big circle together on the street. It was almost synchronized-looking.

"I… I don't know." Why had I stuttered? I could tell he took it as an accomplishment. Great. Just then, he lunged at me. I wasn't prepared so I waited for the impact of his body to hit mine.

But it never happened.

His hand had clutched my arm, but not in a mean way. It was soft, and gentle. Then, I began to feel a pull. But it wasn't Morgead pulling me, it was gravity. Gravity was pulling me closer to him. I gave in to the pull and realized we were only inches apart.

Jez…I heard a voice in my head that sounded strangely like Morgead's. Wait… it was his. We were telepathically connected. But, I thought this only happened when blood was exchanged or with… soul mates.

I noticed we somehow were holding each other, almost hugging. I felt his warm lips graze my ear as he pulled me closer. I pulled away slightly, due to my own thoughts in my head that I was working to repress. The thoughts about how he was part of another clan and I was sent here to kill him.

"It's ok…" He said out loud. He must have seen those thoughts. Don't… I thought to him, clutching his hair. Suddenly, our lips met. I moaned slightly into his mouth as his hands made their way below my hips.

Somehow, we were now on the sidewalk. Morgead was pressing me up against a tall, light-brown fence. His hands lingered again and felt around my "exclusives." I want… you I heard him say in his thoughts.

I replied back with the same words, which seemed to give him more confidence. He started pulling at my shirt, which would have been ok if there weren't so many unanswered questions.

"Wait" I forced myself to pull away, breaking the bond. We were still holding each other as he gave me a questioning look. "Jez, if you really are my soul mate, and this is really what it feels like, then I am never going back to my clan again. I need you." He whispered.

"Neither will I. Actually, I won't. I want to be with you." I whispered back. "So let's start our own clan, a gang, better yet; and let's rebel together." He said, pressing my hips against his.

I laughed at the idea, but then actually considered it. It wasn't half bad. "Ok" I smiled. "Let's start rebelling right now…" I pressed my lips against his, continuing the moment.