"What have you turned me into, Josef?"

All my life I thought I knew grief, as I solved the murders of those I loved only to have it hurt so much more in the end, that I knew what it was to be afraid but that was before I was turned into a monster.

(like all of those teenage vampires girls my age love I have fangs growing in odd places)

"I was not going to live without you, Veronica, so it had to be done. Now we have forever."

Breaking free of Neptune was like a breath of fresh air, glad that the life of crime I was so good at exposing was thriving outside of my lovely town, but the familiar face of Logan Echolls was always a good sight to see.

(he quenched my need for a bad boy and that thirst never left me)

"I do love it when the ladies stare, especially the lovely ones."

But right away I already knew that the person before me (silly me thinking this monster was a person), who was decked out in hand tailored suits something Logan would laugh at, was not Logan in any single way.

(that only took a look into those eyes of his which are now a beasts)

"Sorry about all the staring, I'm Veronica Mars, wannabe photographer; you just look like a person I once knew."

These haunting familiar features of his came out even more so when he smirked, but his was much more sinister than Logan's had ever been, and I was immobile as he placed a kiss on the top of my hand.

(and all I was hoping for was a good strong handshake)

"And I am Josef, Miss Mars, it is quite a pleasure."

It did not take long before I was roped in my yet another rebel (just after I had a run in with a conman) but this time I was way over my head.

(and gained a pair of fangs and an easier way to escape bad guys)

"Josef?"

He had pulled me in, thanks to my need to fall into relationships that never end well and have plenty of bloodshed, and it was filled with so much damn lips and never ending smiles.

(I was watching the clock wondering when the shit would hit the fan)

But it was not long, when he tucked on my hand and took me even further and quicker into this love affair, before I got a good eye full as he took advantage of his never ending number of freshies.

I got smacked in the face with the truth, something that has been happening more and more in my life (twists in my fucked up story), and the reality that my boyfriend was of the undead.

('I thought of you each and every time, Veronica, I wanted it to be you.')

It only took a few seconds before I found myself in a B-horror movie, which I was, unfortuney the lead star of, and Josef was the villain of the story who loved to show me his teeth.

I had gotten a good view of those teeth and I had gotten them ripping into my neck in the blink of an eye, making me into the beast he was.

"Veronica, I had to change you, I had to. You saw what I was, the monster I am and what I made you, and I knew you were going to leave me. I couldn't have that."

I wish I could have seen what we looked like, blood covering the pair of us and matching fangs, a picture of terror.

"So you decided you would rather damn me then lose me? Well, too bad, Josef, because you did both."