This is my own original vampire fanfic. So, whatever you may see here might not be the Twilight "norm". But, it will still be good.

*evil grin*

I believe the mark of a good story is voluntary reviews, so I won't press for them. But feel welcome to, please!

I see her, this angel barely skimming twenty; through the haze of smoke and flashing strobe lights. She panics as the bouncer looks at her, gauging the need to ask for I.D. He looks her up and down quickly, but not before the ire flashes in her grey round eyes. He winks, waving her on, as she is tugged forward by a busty girl towards the bar.

This mysterious beauty's companion is friendly. No, a downright whore, and her "skills" have them free drinks in less then three minutes.

Soon following the margaritas, a buzz-cut hick swaggers up to the be-sequined companion, motioning to dance. With a reassuring nod from the beauty, they are off.

The girl looks around, fascinated. Her eyes try to drink in everything greedily, and her lower lips forms into a pout as her eyes rest on me.

I smirk, raising my glass across the room to her. In effort to appear standoff-ish, she crosses her legs, and tilts her head, trying desperately to make her sparkling eyes look bored.

It only succeeded in me being more attracted to her then ever.

I stay in my booth with my mates, never leaving it once. I watch her, the whole night. Her curly auburn hair shines and her grey eyes flash, and she looks like a knock out compared to any of these girls. Three more drinks come her way, along with seven dance offers. She accepted the former, but would only nod adamantly and mouth a "no thanks" when asked to dance.

Near midnight, her friend comes back, drunk and giggling. She whispers something in the beauty's ear, and the girl looks horrified.

Trying to take her wrist and a drag her towards the door, the drunk girl staggers away, and before completely gone, she tosses a set of car keys to the the auburn haired girl.

I watch with horror though as she straightens up, and marches stoically to the door. Behind her a rubbishy looking man picks her out, and starts to follow her through the crowd. Trashy scum.

Before I know what I am doing, I am launching myself out of the booth and propelling myself to the door as quickly as I can, trying to act normal and match my pace to something like a humans. Behind me a chorus of raunchy cheers emit from my mates at the booth. I hear a "Go get her!" and a "Finally!" before I am out the door.

My eyes adjust immediately, of course, and I spot the petite figure quickening her pace to a line of cars.

"Hey honey..." The bastard drawls, sauntering after her. She reaches her car, nervously fiddling with the keys, finally shoving the right one into the door of a dilapidated old Honda.

She yelps in horror as his hand comes around her waist, and I am going to be behind them in a second. But not before the sick scum drawls a kiss down her neck. This time, my hands are around his neck, as he is being pushed up against a brick wall.

My eyes are narrowed to slits, and my hands are shaking as I hold him against the wall. He doesn't try to hide the terror as I flash him a look that could kill.

"Do. You. Want. To. Die?" I grit out. He shakes his head "no" vigorously, his eyes glassy. I can have that effect.

I drop him on the cement, hearing a satisfying crack as I leap back to this beauty.

"Come, we must go!" I whisper, urgency coating my voice. She is terrified, shaking like a leaf. I fear I might break her. She nods dumbly, taking my hand as I lead her to my car and assist her in. I feel guilt, making her think there is any remaining danger, but I can't help it.

I grip the steering wheel tightly, not caring if it snaps in two. I am watching her though, not the road. I know these winding country roads like the back of my hand, as if I needed it. She is too numb to even comment on my pushing 90 miles per hour.

After some minutes we arrive at my home, a shambly yellow townhouse in an old has-been housing development; miles away from that town.

I curve the car to a halt on the drive, perfectly.

Before she can reach for the door's handle, I am on the other side, opening it for her. Her mouth forms a small "o". Quickly snapping her lips together, she ducks out of the car.

I realize the position we're in. Her back is against my car, and I am towering over her.

This is awkward for her, I can tell; her cheeks are flushed and I can hear her heart racing much faster then before.

Taking advantage of this, I bend over and kiss her lips, heatedly. Her tiny lips race to keep up with mine, and instinctively, my arms slip around her waist. She stands on her toes, gasping for air, before resuming where we left off.

I should protect her.

I should stop.

But I don't.