AN: This is just a preview of the fan fiction I have written. The story is about vampires. I hope you like it. If I get a good response I'll write more. I haven't given this a name yet so feel free to suggestions.

Chapter 1

I stepped into my small cozy apartment. I shrugged out of my checkered winter coat and knee high leather boots. The heat in my apartment felt like it was melting my frozen joints. I put my bag on the small two person's dining table. Angela and I had picked it out from IKEA when we moved out of our parents place. I remember how excited we were to get our own place, being young happy adults buying furniture. Then we got a worried call from Roger, Angela's dad my step-father, telling us that my brother, Rico, was missing. We figured he had snuck out with his trouble friend José. Rico was always getting in all sorts of trouble from sneaking in to our neighbor Mrs. Altman's house and setting her kitchen on fire to god knows how many other things he has done. Mom was always concerned about what he'll do next. He was lucky Mrs. Altman didn't press charges but I'm sure there will come a time when she calls the police on one his numerous rebellious pranks. Eventually we found him in our new apartment with his friends. I was relieved to find my place fully intact and surprisingly clean.
"Hey Ariel. Your home?" Angela stepped through the open door. "You know you should really keep the door closed. Who knows what's out there."
"Oh totally! Don't want to die at the hands of a monster!" I replied sarcastically. Angela had her superstitious theories about night demons and other ridiculous stuff. She would spend hours in her rooms searching Internet for scary monster related things I found childish. I would tease her every now and then about her obsession.
"I'm serious. You are too careless" Angela scolded me. She was only 6 months older than me but she acts as if she's my mother at times.
"Whatever. I have to tell you something." Angela gave me a devious smile and led me to the couch. She opened up the shopping bag and took out a dress. "Get dressed we're going to a club."
"A club? What club?" I questioned.
"You know the one down in Clinton. Get dressed."
"Just a moment ago you were lecturing me on safety. That place is scary."
"Your coming, it's like our house warming party outside our house. Lisa will be here any moment." Angela handed the red mini dress my mom would never approve of and strutted down to her bedroom.

I showed my ID to the small pudgy security man outside Silver Globe night club. Despite my many protests Angela insisted that I go with her. In the end I decided it was useless arguing with and here I was. The man nodded and let me in. Jason, my boyfriend grabbed my hand as we entered. Lisa called Jason to meet us at the club.
The whole place shook from loud music, colorful lights blinked to the rhythm of the music. The sharp smell of booze and vomit tickled my nose. Half naked men and women dance around the place. A couple was making out in the corner and young girl was licking whip cream off an old hairy mans belly. I made a disgusted gagging sound.
"Ariel, lighten up!" Jason smiled at me. It was always easy for him to fit in anywhere. He was hot, charming, and totally out of my league. He has deep blue eyes, dirty blond hair and a perfectly toned muscular body. I considered myself quiet attractive just not attractive enough to be with Jason.
"I am totally going to hook up with someone tonight!" Lisa bounced her red perfect curls. "Ariel if you weren't with Jason right now I would totally dare you to kiss that nerd." I followed Lisa's gaze. It was Neville my old neighbor who had a desperate crush on me. Lisa always teased me about him and Jason was surprisingly okay with it.
Angela and Lisa made their way to the dance floor and left me and Jason alone at the bar. I wasn't in the mood to dance. Poor Jason who was stuck with me. We sat in silence for a few moments. We had been together for approximately two months but still sometimes being alone with him was awkward.
"So you want to dance?" Jason asked as he took a sip from his martini.
"No." I replied bluntly. "You can go dance if you want to." Jason pecked me on the cheek and joined Lisa and Angela. I didn't know why I agreed to this I still had a lot of unpacking to do. And coming to this place was like wanting to die. There have been 7 dead bodies found in this club in the past three months and yet people still wanted to come here. Maverick Bay has never seen so many deaths.
I glanced at the wall sized mirror across the bar. I looked at my reflection. My jet black hair looked darker than ever. My lashes were long and curvy as if I had applied mascara.
"You want another drink?" the bearded bartender asked.
"Sure." bartender poured me a drink as a man sat down next to me. The man was tall and handsome. He had golden blond hair and a pointed nose.
"Red wine" The man ordered, his voice was deep and rang with danger. He sat as still as a statue while he waited for his drink. There was something very predatory about him. I quickly grabbed my clutch and decided to leave before something happened. As I got up my hand tip over my drink, it fell to the ground. Before I knew it a hand swiftly grabbed the glass before it shattered. The mysterious man beside me handed me my drink.
"You should be more careful." His said to me in a dark serious voice. I stared at him in amazement, at his inhuman stealthness.
"I have fast reflexes." He answered my unspoken query. I heard him chuckle lightly under his breath as I stared at him dumbfounded. His laugh was like thousands of bells ringing. "Are going sit down?" He asked.
"Uh, ok." I sat down quietly as I tried to remember what I was thinking about before this man interrupted me.
"May I ask what a girl such as your self is doing here in such a horrid place?" His manner of speaking was very formal but his words were sort of insulting. Was he implying that I was a nerd with no life of my own?
"What exactly do you mean by a girl like me?" I shot back. He intently looked at me with his deep blue eyes, and then answered.
"Well you seem like a good girl. This isn't a place you'd normally be." A smile played around the corner of his perfect mouth. "Also the dress is quiet revealing for you isn't it?" He looked at me up and down.
"You seem to think you know me pretty well. And my dress is none of your concern." I turned on my seat to look at Jason gulping down his beer. Angela and Lisa were both dancing with hot guys.
"I'm sorry if I have upset you. I go by Scott. And you are..." He held out his hand for me to shake.
"I'm-" I opened my mouth to speak but my eyes were fixed on Jason who was now making out with a slutty brunette. I shot up and stormed out before I could see more. I couldn't believe what I had just seen. My heart ached at the thought of being betrayed. I kicked a dumpster to let out my rage. I really liked Jason even if we were having some issues. I curled up in a corner of the small dark alley listening to the pitter-patter of the rain that started and the sounds of the cars a few streets away.
I sat there in silence for perhaps twenty minutes. I heard a few steps coming from a distance. A loud rough laugh disturbed the quiet around me. I got up to go find Lisa and Angela when two drunk males passed by. The bulky redhead stopped and glared at me.
"Randy! Look what we have here." The man slurred drunkenly.
"Oooo." The other scrawny dark haired man eyed me. They started towards me, I quickly ran for the door. I grabbed the handle and tried to open the door but it was locked. I started smacking the door hoping someone might open it. The two men were now inches from me.
"Open the door! Somebody! Please open the door!" I yelled but no one answered my call. A meaty hand grabbed my shoulder. I yelled louder. "Somebody! Help!"
"Oh sweetheart, don't be scared." The red head said as he brushed my hair with his fingers.
"Don't touch me" I managed to say as I grabbed the man arm. Suddenly a spark shot out of my fingers pushing the man on to the ground.
The man looked confused for a few beats then launched himself at me. His face was inches from mine, his breath on my face, he smelled like alcohol and sweat. I inched my face away from him my eyes closed shut.
"Don't be greedy, Rat." Another hand, skinnier one, grabbed me by the waist. I let out a whimper as the hand trail down my waist to my buttocks. I took a deep frightened breath, trying to fight back. All of the sudden I heard a whoosh, my hair blew away from my face. The hands removed from my body in seconds and I felt on to my knees breathing heavily, eyes still closed. I heard a frightened scream which died slowly. Someone started to runaway and then I heard a body slam against a dumpster.
"Pl-please. D-don't!" I heard the meaty man plead. I wanted to look up to see who my savior was but I felt too weak. I heard a cold growl and the silence. My heart pounding in my ear as two strong hands lifted me to my feet.
"I told you this wasn't a place for a girl like you." A dark soothing voice said to me. My eyes flickered open to see a handsome glowing face in front of me. It was the guy from the bar, Scott. His face looked perfect like a carefully carved sculpture in the moon light. His strong hands gripped me tightly holding me up, preventing me from collapsing.
"Are you okay?" He asked little more concerned.
"I-um." I failed to answer. He gave me a sympathetic smile and brushed the back of his hand against my cheek. I looked behind his glorious head to see where the two men who attack were. I shuddered at the site. Two broken bodies lay crooked on the ground covered in blood. Nine murders I thought. Now there were nine murders that took place in this murder hole. Did Scott do this? I look at him mortified my hands started to shake, my leg have up. Before I could say or do anything I was unconscious.

I woke up in a small candle lit room on a soft bed. There was a brown leather couch in the corner right across a small dusty tv that was placed on a shelf. The room smelled of candle wax and dust. A salty smell pinched my nose, it was the smell of blood. I quickly sat up and examined myself. Sure enough there was blood on my dress but I wasn't hurt. How did I get here?
"You're up?" A voice came from the corner of the room. Scott stood at the door way holding a glass of water. "This is for you. I thought you might need a drink when you wake up."
"How long was I out?" I asked taking the glass from him.
"About...20 minutes. How are you feeling?"
"Ok I guess. What happened? Did you kill those guys?"
"What is this, an interrogation?" He chuckled and sat down next to me. He was so close. "You haven't told me your name."
"Ariel, Ariel Hunt."
"Moon of Uranus." He whispered, his breath cold against my cheek.
"Huh?" I stared at him dazed.
"Ariel is the moon of Uranus"
"Yeah." I moved my face away from him. "So did you kill them?"
"Your stubborn." He laughed under his breath. I stared at him waiting for an answer, he sighed in defeat. "Yes." I blinked at his answer.
"Are you going to kill me?" I managed to keep my tone even.
"Yes." He said his dangerous blue eyes pierced my skull. I tried not to scream. Suddenly Scott's broke in to a smile. "No I'm not going to kill you. If I wanted you dead I wouldn't have saved you."
"Thanks, for saving me." I croaked. He nodded and moved closer, his eyes examining every inch of my face. "I should go." I stood up but my legs were still numb.
"Careful." Scott was up on his feet and holding me upright. I stared at him in shock. How did he get there so fast?
"How...but you were- what are you?" Scott smiled at me and leaned closer. His face inches, no, millimeters from mine.
"What do you think I am?" He breathed.
"I-I don't know. Are you going to kiss me now?" I stared at his beautiful face. He moved away from me.
"You were about to leave. Mind if I drop you off?" I shook my head.