A/N - i know this has been put in 'night world series' and I'm sorry we wont be seeing any of James, Ash, the sisters or any of that, BUT the idea came to me as i was reading the books and has links to the world they live in, so before anyone flames me for it , i've told you so NERRR.
Ermm but yehh, no disclaimer needed really is there! BUT im guna say a massive WOOPPP and taaarrrrr to L.J. Smith the beautiful master mind behind some of my favourite books!
P.S. - looking for a Beta, if your interested PM me, or add fedexgir to AIM. and also im a bit stuck with my other story atm which is a harry potter next gen one, anddddd i'll have a brand spanking new twilight fanfic for you soon! yehhh arent you lucky lucky people!
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I hate it when it snows. It makes it ten times harder to get to work. That and it's cold! Anything as cold as snow should be banned, I'm serious! It's horrible. But then again here I am stood out in this blizzard, okay maybe it isn't quite a blizzard, but it will be! By the time I finish tonight it'll be knee high, I promise you that! I hate the buses too. Is there anything I do like? Simple answer is probably not. I don't even think I 'like' my cat, Kendrix. But he doesn't like me either, we just co-exists. I bet you're now thinking 'if she doesn't like the cat why not give him up?' or my personal favourite 'why get him in the first place?', he was my Aunty's cat. Her new lover is allergic. So I got lumbered.
"Hey, Di you with us?" Billy snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me out of the 'woe is me' thoughts.
"The real question, Billy, is are YOU with us?" I retorted with a slight edge of sarcasm. HA that got him. We have never found common ground, have me and Billy. He's a tall lad with dirty blonde hair and a weak farmers tan, a result of being the son of the only still working farmer in the area I suppose. His eyes were a very bright and clear blue, so bright in fact, I could feel the headache creeping up at me as I glared at him over the pastel counter. He muttered something under his breathe. "What did you just call me?" I hissed.
"I didn't call you anything!" He stood up straight and puffed his chest out. Stupid primeval male testosterone driven instincts. Like puffing his chest out and standing up straight is really that scary when he's wearing a pink shirt. And white shoes. God forbid I'd forget the squeaky starch white tennis shoes he insists on wearing every single day. He doesn't even play tennis.
"Clear off Billy, I'm bored of you and I, unlike you, have to work. So does Mark, so bye!" I said in a falsely chirpy voice. It was more for my benefit then his, I was on my final warning anyway, if the boss heard me, I'd be moving back home.
"You haven't taken my order." he smiled, ever so matter of factly. Darn it! I ran my hand through my deep red hair, breathed deeply,smiled and looked at him.
"Yes sir, what may I get you?" I trilled in the sickliest sweet voice I could.
"Just a coffee dear." Why can't he get his coffee at his own home?! I gave up and behaved myself, I need the job too much. Well more the money, I could do without the job. This was just the start of my wonderfully long and mildly bizarre day.
It started with a funky old lady running in around half nine. She was screaming something about Ark Ella, whatever that is. Mark tried to calm her down with a sweet cup of coffee and a sticky bun, my personal favourites, but she carried on shouting until she just passed out, spilling the coffee all over Mark and the floor. Then as I knelt on the floor, knees soaked in cold coffee, I mentioned I hate the cold haven't I, the door swung open with a great force. Stood there was the culprit. I felt my breath catch as I saw him. He was tall. Even taller then Billy the annoying. His hair was dark and falling in front of his eyes. Snow had caught in his midnight black hair and on his dangerously long eyelashes. His skin, just as pale as the ground behind him. His clothes were expensive and fit him well.
"Ca-Can I help you, sir?" I whispered, something in me couldn't be rude to this exotic stranger. That same something made me slowly get off the floor and then look at my feet. At some point, I don't know when, I looked up, only to be greeted by the most lush green eyes. They were the colour of a meadow in the middle of summer, but they had an unexplainable depth, they drew me in and any doubts I had nursed about the man, no he was a work of art, disappeared.
"Ik ben fijn, juffrouw, enkel wachtend op iemand." he smiled at me and I nearly collapsed, luckily he caught me swiftly before my knees wobbled. It didn't even register with me that he hadn't spoken English until he had sat me gently onto one of the overstuffed, faux leather benches.
"Um, sorry what did you say?"
"My apologies," He smiled at me again, still holding my gaze with his lush eyes. " I said, 'I am fine, miss, Just waiting for someone.'"
"Oh, anyone in particular?" even I could detect the slight hopeful tinge to my voice. I prayed the masterpiece I had the honour of sitting next too didn't. He chuckled slightly, darn it! He heard it! It's times like this I wish I was on ostrich. You know with the whole bury you head and pretend it'll go away thing. Yeah that would be pretty awesome.
"No, not particulary." His eye still hadn't left me. It should have been uncomfortable. But it wasn't. I felt as though he was there to protect me, and get to know me and, dare I say it, love me. No darn it! Love is a silly thing that silly people write about and even sillier people read and believe! "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Christiaan, I have just moved here with my family." he chuckled again at the word family.
"Hi Christiaan, I'm D-"
"Diana, I know."
"How'd-" he pointed to my name tag on my pneumonia blue blouse. "oh yeah." We continued like that for another hour or so. Yes I was at work, but the boss owed me time anyway. He didn't say much, until the third time the door opening silenced the small café.
Christiaan stood and walked over the to door, engulfing the small body that stood there in a warm gentle embrace. A pang of jealousy slapped me like a fish and I couldn't hold back the growl in my throat. At that moment, Christiaan turned around as though he had heard my growl. As he turned I caught a glimps of the pixie-like object behind him. It's hair was a flock of blood red, it's skin just as pale as Christiaan's. I noticed it's clothes were even more expensive then the ones Christiaan wore too.
" Diana! I wish for you to meet someone!" he eagerly dragged the unwilling form behind him and moved towards my bench. "This is my Daffodil. My pretty little flower!" his face lit up as he spoke about the pixie. " Come Dill, speak" he sounded like he was trying to coax Kendrix out from under the sofa. Slowly, but purposefully so, the pixie moved to the side of Christiaan and held out her tiny delicate hand. I awkwardly stuck out my own to shake hers. When my skin met hers, I pulled my hand away with a gasp. Her skin was a icy as it looked.
"Pleased to meet you," She clipped harshly. Her eyes were as icy cold as her skin. Everything about her screamed 'Ice-princess'. I have said I hate the cold right? Well right now I hated it even more. He was extraordinary, a complete dream, and he was most definitely hers. I didn't need her protective hand of his arm, or his goofy smile, or even her acid stare to tell me that.
"I'd better get back to work," Christiaan's eyes briefly met mine, the beautiful meadow green dewy and soft, then my eyes wandered back over the girl. Her cold eyes willing me away, her full lips pulled unattractively over her white teeth, tongue running along the point of one slightly too long Canine tooth. The hissing sound she was making creeped me out a little, so I turned around quickly and picked up a couple of mugs that had been left on a table.
Christiaan played on my mind for the remainder of the day. Even as I walked home, I couldn't stop myself thinking about his lush green eyes, I couldn't stop myself from imagining his strong arms wrapping themselves around me. I didn't care that it was cold out here in the snow, I was too lost in my thoughts. Neither did I notice the shadows stalking me.
"Hello Princess," I spun around, a little too quickly, I lost my balance and fell into the snow covered pavement. The source of the confidently dangerous voice was Christiaan.
"Christiaan what are you doing?" my voice shook as I spoke, no matter how hard I tried to keep it level. He laughed.
"I'm not that boy," he howled into the night. He then lent closer into, so I could see his face. The hair was the same shade of black, but this man's hair was shorter, his cheek bones higher, nose was flatter, not in an unattractive way, his lips were thinner, and behind his thin lips I could see the point of two very sharp looking teeth. " I feel you owe me for that offensive mistake," he purred in my ear. My breathing quickened and my heart pounded. He was obviously stronger then me, and I was already on the floor. But even if I was upright, I would be willing to bet he could run faster then me.
"What do you want?" again my voice shook, through fear and cold.
"What do you think I want?" he smiled fully this time, exposing his elongated canine teeth, even longer then that pixie girl's. I didn't stand a chance. I screwed up my eyes to stop the tears from falling as realisation set in, this is how I am to die, at the hands of a creature straight out of a horror novel. Or Transylvania at the very least. I felt his hand snake around my neck, snapping my face into the slowly melting mush around me. I felt his muscles tense, and sensed his lips pulling back, preparing to strike. I winced, waiting for the blow, but it never came.
"Vander, what are you doing brother?" A sharp, yet carefully quiet voice penetrated my morbid thoughts. The man hissed somewhere around 2 inches above my neck.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Dilwen?" he growled. His other arm slipping underneath my back in a protective, 'this is mine' kind of way.
" You know that isn't how we feed," the voice spoke again. The man named Vander hissed at the voice, then struck my throat. I screamed as his teeth ripped into my skin, then felt the dizzy headiness or blood loss. The pressure was suddenly eased from around my chest with a bang, and the feeling of weightlessness took me and I knew that was it.
A/N i'm sorry it's as short as it is! and i know it's a bit rushed but i couldn't resist flying over this to get to the meaty stuff hehe!
obvs no lemons though guyss! only a T rating! But you knowwwww!! Commenties and then the Millie-fairy will leave you something yummy! If i dont even get a HIIIII - YOU'RE HORRIFIC DONT GIVE UP YOU DAY JOB! then the cookie monster will come and find you......... no joke there!
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