James tasted the air as the three French women walked by. He savored the delicious smell of fresh human blood. Until, he smelled something else. Something a little more familiar. It was that, of vampire. He traced the scent back to the woman in the middle.
Why would a vampire be hanging around with two humans? Maybe she was a Cullen, James thought.
She was pretty, with curly, amber colored hair containing a red tint. She had eyes that were staring straight at James. She said nothing, just walked past him. Girls were strange here in France.
James kept walking in the direction opposite the way the girls had gone. He was searching for a new target, when he head an unfamiliar voice yell, "hey!" and the click of high heels behind him. He turned around, and there stood the French vampire, now running towards him.
"Yes?" he asked casually, knowing that their conversation would be centered around him staying away from her stupid human friends. In other words, don't eat them.
"Stay away from my friends. They aren't for eating." She said with a dignified tone of voice.
"Who said they were?" James said, seductively.
"I saw you looking at them."
"Fine. I have no interest in your disgusting humans." He paused. "Why are you hanging around with humans anyway?"
"They aren't humans, you dope. They're witches. Now just stay away from them." She said.
"Sure thing. I'm not into witches these days. They taste bitter. Too much yarrow over the years I guess. Just ground into the skin, you know."
"Whatever." And she walked away without another glance.
James started walking again. He would have to eat soon. He was starting to get cramps and he suddenly felt claustrophobic.
The scent of blood caught his nostrils. A man in overalls and scraggly hair sat by the lake in the boat, trying to fix the engine. He was a bit dirty, but his blood would suffice.
He turned the ignition on the boat, and it started. He tried to pull out of the dock, but James grabbed, and stopped it. He jerked around hurriedly, and yelled, "What the crap!" but paused when he saw James grasping the nose of the boat. He stared in frozen silence. Until, James relieved him from his gawking state.
Feeling much better, he jumped off the boat, pushing the corpse into the black lake.
A/N: I'm happy to finally have finished this first chapter, after promising AnamollyPR for so long to do it. And yes, I realize that this was such a short chapter, but I got writer's block at the end and I just wanted to introduce my main characters. No, there will be no other short chapters like this. IT WILL BE THE ONLY ONE. This fanfiction was ultimately written for AnamollyPR, and she originally wanted the French vampire (don't remember her name right now) to be Spanish. I'm sorry I couldn't make that work. Everyone have a great Christmas and Thanksgiving, I'll update as soon as I can.