Let me ask you this, does the sound of someone willing to die for you, kill for you, give you everything they possible can in a heartbeat, appeal to you? Sounds stupid to say no right? But maybe that's just me, stupid. To me that idea is repulsive, revolting I'd even go as far as nauseating.

Being this independent started at a young age. I was never one to ask for help when struggling or find comfort in being in a group. Even as an infant I would try to find any excuse to get out of any kind of social gathering. Call it antisocial I was and still am a lone wolf. To put it simply I get on best and most effectively on my own without needing anyone to lean on or anyone's shoulder to cry on. It's probably unhealthy to be secluded from everyone else the way I am but I promise you I have friends. Real friends...Ok more like a friend but that's no the point.

Anyway back to the matter at hand, the reason I am ranting on about being so fiercely independent stands right before me.

A young couple..well they both look young but only one really is. Confused? Let me explain, for as long as I can remember vampires have been metaphorically out in the open, of course they don't really prance around in the open, they prefer to stay out of sunlight (not because they burn to a crisp before you ask) and stay covered up or indoors. They say its so they fit in with the public more and they find it uncomfortable when people stare at their sparkling skin. Vampires decided that they were sick of hiding their existence and informed the nation of themselves. As we all know vampires drink blood, but nowadays they tend to stick to animal (how nice of them right?).

Although you may be unlucky enough to come across a human drinking and your...well...screwed.

Now onto my biggest problem with cold ones, mating. The word in itself brings a chill to my spine. Mating. The act of animals coming together to breed; copulation. Lovely. Vampire mating to me is the most vile sexist things on the planet. I bet you think I'm being a drama queen but let me explain, one of a vampire's soul goals in life is to fing his/her's mate. As years of mating have gone by it has shown that a mate can be human or vampire but not of the same gender although no reason has been found yet.

Once the two 'mates' meet the connection for the male is instant and his whole world now revolves around her, she is his everything, his entire life and most importantly his and no one else's. The male mate becomes extremely possessive and will need to have his mate as close as possible otherwise all hell breaks loose.

For the female, she may not be as possessive or aggressive and may not feel their pull to each other as well as the male can but she will definitely be aware of it. There are stories of women fighting the 'pull' as they call it and have ran, but if their incredibly fast and not to mention super humanly strong vampire mate surprisingly doesn't catch them, eventually all their strength breaks down and they give in.

Back to the couple in front of me, how can I tell they are a vampire and his mate you ask. To begin with vampires are bewitchingly beautiful almost angelic and move with grace that ballerinas dream of. Oh and the possessiveness, the male vampire has his arm protectively around his human mate's tiny waist, sort of daring anyone to even try and take her away.

The vampire has wavy maroon hair down to the nape of his neck with a hint of stubble gracing the lower half of his face, the signature topaz golden eyes (an animal drinker, good to know) with beyond pale skin probably as white as snow whereas the woman has a shinny waterfall of gorgeous blonde waves cascading to the top of her chest, vibrant hazel eyes quite like a dark honey and a slight tan to her clean smooth skin. They have there arms wrapped around each other while looking at the designs on walls and in the books, in the studio.

Oh crap! I should probably introduced myself, my name is Isabella Marie Swan or Bella to the few people I like, I'm twenty one years old. I work as a tattoo artist in Atlantic City in New Jersey. I moved as far away as I could from my dreary hometown of Forks Washington and this is where it brought me. The other studio I worked out at wasn't get enough business, even when it was all people wanted were small easily hidden things. I wanted to try out my skill as a tattoo artist and it just wasn't working out so I high - tailed it up to New Jersey (Not literally), I soon came across 'Skin Deep' tattoo and piercing parlour and applied for the a job the next day. And the rest as they say is history.

So here I am watching a vampire and his mate go through different designs for her. I say her because he couldn't even try get one due to his rock hard skin snapping the needle like twig as soon as it touched him. Although even if he could get one I would sure as hell no be the doing it. I know it may sound weird a vampire's mate getting a tattoo but for them (if their mate gets the vampire's name or crest) they are claimed in every sense of the word. It is becoming increasingly popular with new vampire couples at the moment.

I decide to see if they chosen yet just so I can get this over and done with and get home to my nice cozy warm bed.

"Hi there, have you figured out which design you want?" I asked as politely as I could, trying not to sound like I was hoping to get rid of them as soon as possible (which I was).

"Hello Miss, my name is Garrett and this is my lovely wife Kate,"

Wife...hmm, obviously trying to make their relationship more normal. Good luck with that.

"We were wondering if Kate could possibly have our inishels tattooed? "Wow how original!(If you couldn't tell that was sarcasm).

"Of course, do you have an idea of the front or where you would like it?" I tried to direct this question at Kate, I had yet to hear her speak.

"Yes we'd like it on her ankle in Dorovar if possible, please?" No surprise it was Garrett talking again, it was a well know fact that the male is always the dominate one in the relationship. Urgh!

"Sure if you would like to come this and I can draw up a design for you." I didn't need to fake the joy in my voice this time, dorovar was the most common used for names etc. so I almost certainly already had a design. The sooner this was over the better!

I just finished over kate's tattoo and was just packed away after they left when I got a text from my one and only friend Angela. We met when she came to get her ears pierced, we started chatting over our hobbies, mostly her's all of mine were reading and drawing new designs, we then kept in contact and have been friends for around six months now.

'B meet me at Long Shots in 15 min plzz xox Ang'

Urgh, why does she do this to me? I had just worked my ass off for eight hours straight, the last thing I want to do is go to Long Shots. It was a bar stumbled upon after celebrating Angela ' s twenty third birthday at a local restaurant and decided that it would then become our drinking ground. Up until recently it was an awesome place to get a drink but was now becoming popular with the cold ones automatically making it unpopular with me. But Ang was my weak point and I knew I couldn't say no to her.

'Sure I'll be there get me a red wine plzz B'

She replied instantly.

'Already got it hurry your skinny butt up!'

Well I guess I couldn't argue with that and locked up shop and began to walk to the place that would change my life more than I would ever know.

Authors note-

Cheesy ending to the chapter, I know but what can you do?

No sure if I will do an Edward's POV but we'll see.

Please review even if it is to tell me how much you hate it or if you want another chapter! Xoxoxo

Nadia