A/N: Ohhai there.. =]

All BPOV.

Drabble-ish.

One-two chapters every other day until completed.

All things Twilight© is copyright of Stephenie Meyer.

The plot, original characters, and some places in Darker Than Red© is property of untiedxlaces
This story is completely fictitious.

This story is dedicated to my sister, who I love more than life.
You're my best friend, Kiki.
Love you!
*hearts*

Prologue

It wasn't like I could tell anyone.

What would I tell them? That all we know, or we think we know, about vampires is wrong? That instead of disintegrating in the sunlight… they sparkle. Instead of morphing into big, hairy, bats… they move at the speed of light.

That would go over real fucking well.

Who am I to even judge them, though?

I'm just a lowly vampire novelist.

I loved to Google things. No, really. I had some sort of obsession or something. It started when I was about seven. I think.

My older brother, Jake, made me watch some gory Dracula re-make movie with him and his best friend Quil.

I being the young, ripe age of seven was just over the moon that Jake invited me to hang out with his friends. He was only four years older than me, but at the time, it seemed like he lived in another era.

After the movie, I wasn't scared like Jake and Quil. I was confused.

What was a vampire?

Jake said, "Google it, dumbass."

Gladly, Jake… Gladly.

So. The whole Dracula movie escapade started more than my unhealthy Google-ing obsession.

My vampire obsession also reared its ugly head. My notebooks began to pile and overflow with ideas. Ideas that swirled and drew themselves in my mind, waiting to be let out through my fingertips.

By age ten… I set them free.

The stories wrote themselves. It was easy. These erotic vampire stories were like a virus or bacteria… and my mind was the host.

Okay, maybe that was a little melodramatic.

Even for me.

Whatever.

When I was 18, I left my family in Arizona and moved to Washington.

I know that sounds insane. When I tell people that I gave up warm, sizzling, perpetual summer days for Seattle... They look at me like I'm some sort of deluded psycho freak. Truth was, I needed a break. My family was awesome, but I could only handle them in small doses. Or else I really would become some sort of deluded psycho freak. With a billion cats.

Anyway, by the time I graduated UDub at the good old age of 23, I had achieved in publishing my first book. My first vampire novel.

By some stroke of luck, it was a best seller.

Darker Than Red was what I called it.

I didn't tell my family, and hoped that they still lived under the proverbial rock.

My hope failed.

Quil and Embry called it 'Hot shit'.

My Dad lectured me. About the sex scenes. Until I thought I was going to throw up.

Gotta love Dads.

My Mom was absolutely ecstatic, of course.

Jake was another story. He told me that I should have called the book… Darker Than My Pathetic Life.

I told him that title was already taken, and he should just be happy that I didn't write about him being gay with another vampire.

I digress.

There could be worse things to be obsessed with, right? I mean, I could obsessed with octopuses. Or Chia Pets. I could have written a whole novel about the forbidden love between an octopus and a Chia Pet.

Vampires almost seem normal now.

Don't they?

A/N: I'm going to write a story about the octopus and Chia Pet.

It shall be called… Octeo and Chialette.

Heh.

Reviews are lovely (hearts).

XO

-Missy