Okay, so this is the first Twilight fic that I have been brave enough to post. I hope people like it and don't mind the whole 'Mary Sue' thing. I just love the characters so much, I felt like dumping myself into the movies/books. So just enjoy reading this because I enjoyed writing it.

A/N: I don't own anything but the plot and Styx. I wish I owned the Volturi and Romanians though...

Chapter 1

"Welcome to the Vampire Games!" cried the fair haired, red eyed announcer and the crowd around him roared with excitement. The recently rented out stadium was filled to the brim with Volturi guards, coven members of every type and countless nomads, all waiting to see who'd rip whose head off.

The announcer was a friend of mine, Rick Meister. He'd been changed six years prior, around the same time I'd been changed. In fact, he'd been changed in the same place and we'd been traveling together for some time. After a few years, we separated. This was the first time in three years that I'd seen him and his look hadn't changed a bit.

His blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and he wore horribly torn clothes. He had decided to embrace his nature... and become one of the most frightening looking vampires in America. Keyword; looking. Believe me, after living with the guy for a few years, he tended to get on my nerves pretty easy. He had a viciously scratchy voice and a definite blood lust that many woman found sexy. I didn't. I preferred a man who thinks with his brain, not his teeth.

Anyway, he took his signature top hat off his head and waved it in front of him dramatically. That's right, he'd been an actor as a human. I'd forgotten about that until just now. He continued on with his dramatics, "Welcome, welcome, royalty," he tipped his hat towards the box where the Volturi leaders were sitting, "and nomads alike. We have been gathered here today to witness the first Blue Moon Vampire Games!"

I snorted; he only called it the 'blue moon' vampire games because they were only going to happen in a blue moon. Metaphorically. Blue Moon to vampires means ten years for humans. I rolled my eyes; I was the one to come up with the title and symbol for the games and Rick always stole my thunder. Figures. He's jealous of everything about me.

"First off, I'd like to thank my partner, Styx, for showing up tonight as she has been nominated referee for this evening," he said with a grin and I gaped at him. A wave of laughter rolled through the crowd as they saw my reaction and if I were human, my cheeks would be crimson. I narrowed my eyes at Rick, "You slimy, dirty..."

"Aw, come on. You're the best for it anyway, Sticky!" called a voice and I rolled my eyes at one of my closer friends, Emmett, who was sitting by his mate Rosalie who, thankfully, had some sense and was trying to get him to sit down.

My eyes snapped over to another one of my close friends, Garrett, as he sputtered hysterically, "Sticky?!" He broke out into loud laughter and I swear, my head almost exploded in pure hate. Someone put a hand on my back and I turned to see Jane standing behind me. Sure, we weren't too close of friends but I was really grateful when Garrett bent backwards in pain and his laughter was cut short. I nodded to her in thanks and she floated back to her master's side, Aro grinned as he placed a pleasant hand on the top of her head.

Rick cleared his throat, "Sorry about that, folks. Let's get a move on. Our first two competitors, straight from Volterra, Italy... brawny and brainy... the physically strongest guards from the Volturi coven... Felix and Demetri!" The two men, waving to the crowd around them, leapt down from beside their masters and held their fists in the air in pride. Once the applause had settled down, they moved to their spots, a square off to the side with a huge gold V in the middle.

"He's big... he's burl... he'll smash you like a bug... give it up for Emmett Cullen!" Rick crowed and the hulking vampire leapt to the center of the arena, basking in the cheers of his fellow immortals. Once again, the crowd subsided and Rick grinned, "One can see what you're planning and the other will subdue your adrenaline rush! Let's have a warm welcome to Edward Cullen and Jasper Hale!"

Edward and Jasper, unlike the first three males, calmly walked down the stairs and shook hands with random fans. Once down onto the floor, they joined Emmett in the 'Cullen" square. Rick grinned, "Of course, when not in use as a referee, our dear friend Styx will be joining for a few matches." A whisper spread through the crowd like wildfire and was cut off by Rick screeching, "They're mean! They're Romanian and if you're not careful, they'll impale you! Let's hear it for Vladimir and Stefan!"

I watched with interest as two males, a dark haired muscular one and a white haired daintier one, strode out onto the floor with an air of confidence that I did not miss. They were cocky. Well, I'll take them down a few notches. I smirked and leaned against the railing of the arena, peering down at them.

A few more vampires were announced, a young elemental and a nomad, then Rick lowered his voice, "For our first fight, we have... Emmett Cullen versus Felix Volturi!" My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and I couldn't resist the laugh that left my mouth as I grinned. I'd been waiting for this fight for years. Ever since I'd met Emmett and met Felix, I'd been waiting for them to battle, to see who was stronger.

To say the fight was boring would be a complete understatement. It went on for hours; Emmett tossing Felix into a concrete wall and Felix drop-kicking Emmett into the ceiling. It was back and forth, back and forth, and for once I was grateful that I was a vampire or I might have expired already. It ended when both men were exhausted and with a final weak push, Emmett fell to the ground, completely wiped out. Felix landed on his knees beside the worthy foe and dropped like a sack of potatoes.

I snorted and gave my hand an unconcerned wave, "Felix wins." I winced at the level of sound the crowd made at my statement and groaned. This was getting too boring. After a while, it became a boring routine. Rick would announce a fight. The two competitors would duke it out. One would win. Repeat. Now I know how Marcus feels about everything. I was starting to regret coming to this stupid fight when Rick shouted, "Next up we have... Vladimir versus Styx!"

My head shot up in surprise and I caught the white haired vampire's haughty expression. My fingers dug rivets into the steel bar as I fumed, "Oh, you're so going down, you albino little freak." I leapt over the bar, which was now nearly bent in half, and sneered at the Romanian, "Good luck. You'll need it."

He smirked back at me teasingly, "Oh, I'm not the one who needs luck, young one."

For a moment, he cast a proud look up at his partner and I smirked smugly, "That your boyfriend?" Without warning, I was tossing and turning, the white haired man's enraged face hovering over mine as his hands tightened around my neck. My teeth found his shoulder and he roared, leaping off of me, and then we began circling.

It was predator versus predator. I tilted my head a bit, wincing when there was a crack and arching an eyebrow at the blonde, "I was only asking a question. A simple 'yes' or 'no' would have sufficed. You didn't have to attack me."

He snarled, "It was insulting. Do I seem gay to you?"

I snorted and didn't answer. Instead, I side swiped his legs, making him land on his back, and grabbed his hands, pinning them to the ground as I straddled him, "Well, in this compromising position, your, uh, friend shouldn't be too happy, should he?"

He growled and turned us over so I was pinned beneath him now. Feeling him pressed against me, I realized with slight shock that this man was, indeed, very straight. He smirked at me smugly, "Now answer me. Do I seem gay to you?" Choking back a retort, I kneed him hard in the groin and he rolled off me in obvious pain. I rolled my shoulders, "Not particularly but nothing is as it seems."

As he stood shakily, I began to circle around him like a shark, "So... been in the states long?"

He shook his head, "Arrived days ago from..."

"Right, right, right, Romania. You're like the original Dracula kind of vampire, right? You and tall, dark and scary over there are like the original Princes of Darkness," I said, impressed. I'd never met a legit 'original vampire' before. It was like I was talking to a legend... though, I didn't dare show my excitement just now. I'd fan girl over him and the dark brooding guy later. Right now, I was contemplating what to do to finish this fight.

He shook his head with a slight chuckle, "You do not know how true your statement is, young one. You see, Stefan and I are the inspiration for what you commonly know as Count Dracula. I am in fact, Vlad the Impaler. And let me just warn you, I did not just impale men on stakes..."

I winced at his horrible innuendo and guessed that he'd been waiting to use that one for a really long time. I humored him and glanced at the darker of the two, "So he's the image and you're the name. Interesting. Who did most of the 'impaling'?"

White hair shrugged, "We each did our fair share. After our change, our other coven mates would join us and even our wives found pleasure in making the mortals suffer."

"Wow... sounds like a party," I said sarcastically, wrinkling my nose. "Any other hobbies you'd like to share? Did you perchance collect stamps or figurines in the few moments where you weren't shoving sticks up guy's asses?"

He chuckled, "You are a funny one."

He pounced suddenly and I was ready. As he leapt, I grabbed the back of his neck and shoved him into the ground. Maneuvering around him, I managed to get behind him and pull his head up by his hair. With a single twitch of my wrist, I could off his head with ease. But I didn't. Instead, I smirked and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I think I win."

I dropped him to the floor as applause erupted from the stands. He smoothed his hair back down and sent me a begrudging smile, "Not bad, I haven't fought like that in over a century." I scoffed and reached out to shake his hand out of sport, "Yeah, I could tell. That was kind of an amateur move... but hey, I understand. I'm a bit rusty too. Say, thanks for giving me a challenge, uh..."

"Vladimir," he informed me and smiled pleasantly, giving me a firm hand shake. I turned to see another pair of fighters come onto the floor and Vladimir gestured toward the darker man, "Would you like to join us? I couldn't help but notice that you were standing up on the balcony... alone."

I swear, any other guy and I would have refused. But this guy was interesting and I kinda wanted to talk to him more. I shrugged with a small smile, "Why not?" He smiled back at me and took my hand, leading me over to his friend who looked a little more than annoyed at his partner's actions. Nevertheless, he held a hand out with a forced smile, "Stefan."

I snickered, "Styx, pleasure to meet you. May I ask why you're speaking in only one syllable sentences?"

The corner of Vladimir's mouth turned up in a smirk as his companion replied, "I'm not a people person."

I nodded, "I see... well, I hope you warm up to me at some point. You Romanians really are quite fascinating. Tell me, did you keep count on how many people you impaled over the years?"

Stefan turned to me with a wicked smile and proudly said in his deep baritone voice, "Last I counted, it was 20,238."

My eyes widened marginally, "Whoa... uh... those are some mighty high numbers..."

"Yes, we hope to add to the total soon."

At this, I stood, "WELL, looks like I have to referee! Good meeting you Vladimir... Stefan..." I left the disappointed Vladimir and the smugly grinning Stefan behind as I moved to a familiar bunch of faces.

Carlisle wrapped an arm around my shoulders, "Always good to see you, Styx."

I grinned back at him, "Likewise, Carlisle."

Alice waved at me from a few seats behind and Esme patted my hand, giving me a warm smile. See, they were sweet and nice and fair and very, very good people. The problem was they were just a bit too nice. It's almost painfully obvious that I am no saint so being in their little family wouldn't have been the best choice. Plus... we aren't exactly on the same diet, if you know what I mean. 1 human drinker + 9 animal drinkers = no go.

Seeing so many human drinkers actually made me feel welcome. It wasn't often that vampires like the Volturi and the Romanians showed up in America. I rarely ever saw nomads around, because the Quileute territory agreement and Olympic regulations on their land (no feeding within Forks or Port Angeles, blah, blah, blah...). I was the only human drinker for miles around. And, I admit, I was getting rather... lonely.

Rick had been my companion for a while, similar to the way Stefan and Vladimir were traveling. Just friends... I hoped. The sudden reaction from Vladimir gave me the sneaking suspicion that he was in some sort of denial. I'd get it out of him sooner or later. Speaking of the two Romanian devils, Stefan's name had been called out and along with his, mine.

"Oh, perfect... I'm gonna be impaled," I whined.

Despite my teasing, I do not ship Stefan and Vladimir together. The pairing leaves a weird taste in my mouth, so to speak. Poor Styx, let's hope she doesn't get impaled! Till next time.

~Penny