A/N: I had this posted earlier. I took it down and now it's back up. Enjoy! I own nothing. Stephanie Meyer owns everything. I'm just borrowing her stuff.

James followed her as she ran through the cool night air. He followed her into the alley. He surprised himself with his intrest. He was lured by her scent and pulled in by her fear. She turned to glance at him. He winced as her beautiful face was clouded with anguish. He forced his gaze away from her eyes. He didn't want her to stop; he relished the chase, almost as much as he looked forward to the blood, and he hadn't had the former in so long. He promised himself not to cloud her judgement with his poisonous copper eyes. He took a step forward.

She was about to lose her reason, she was about to scream. He sighed in exasparation. "I never get to have fun anymore," he said under his breath. He took another step forward.

The girl stepped backwards and tripped over her feet. A pitiful, but soft, wail escaped her lips as she slammed into the cement. And as she began to wimper, James was upon her. He knelt down next to the shaking girl, and reached out a long, pale finger.

"Silence," he cooed, placing his finger to the girls lips.

She shuddered as his cold finger traced her shivering lips. He laughed as tears streamed down her face. His finger caressed her chin and James sighed quietly as he dragged his finger to the base of her neck, feeling her pulse beat underneath his finger. Her breath came in loud gasps. She was getting louder, but he couldn't bring himself to quicken it.

"Why should I make it less fun for me?" James asked the pitiful girl, knowing she couldn't answer.

He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and stood, dragging her with him. Her feet dangled uselessly in the air as he finally looked in her eyes. The fear in her wet green eyes, arroused his thirst and awakened his hunger simultaneously. He brought her closer to him and kissed her on the mouth. Her screams were muffled by James's hungry lips. She pushed at his chest, in an attempt to get him to let her go. Still kissing her, he opened a door that led to a small storage space that he knew would be empty.

James pulled her away from him and looked at her. She whimpered as he fingered the blond hair that framed her angelic face. His gaze lingered at her neck. He could hear her blood swishing in her veins, he could smell the succulent liquid, blocked by only a thin layer of skin. His silent laughter shook both him and his captive. He threw her to the floor and locked the door as he crept towards her.

"Scream as much as you like," James hissed, "Your fear only makes it better." He grabbed her as she tried to slide away, "Fight as much as you want," he hovered over his struggling prey, holding her in a cage of his arms and legs. "You shan't get away, you are mine."

He pressed himself on top of her to stop her from struggling. A pleasant shudder passed through him as he was penetrated by the warmth of her skin, her blood, and her heart. He enjoyed the feel of the blood running through her body. Ignoring the green eyes that begged him to stop, he crushed his stone cold lips against her trembling wet lips. James opened his mouth over hers and turned his head so her lips would have to part as well. Her warm breath filled his mouth and it was all he could do to keep from crying out. She struggled underneath him and he moaned in content at the sensation. He releasesd his tounge from behind his teeth and ran it behind her lips and then touched her tounge with his own. She struggled more and he wrapped his legs around hers and ran his hands through her hair in response.

Panting, James lifted his head to look at her expression. Her face was a mixture of fear, pain, and horror. She didn't like that at all?! he thought. He felt the beast within him well up in his anger. He dragged his tongue over her face and rested his open mouth on her pulsing neck. "Good-bye, little girl," James whispered, "I am sorry that we could not play longer."

Upon hearing the finality of his tone, a giant wave of fear crashed down over her, her heart rate skyrocketed, and her final sound was a loud combination of a scream and a sob. James was excited by the speed of the pulsing of the blood. Unable to control himself, his fangs pierced the pale skin of her neck. Blood poured into his mouth, and oozed out of the corners of his lips. Shudders passed through his body as he swallowed. The girl convulsed as James drank. When she was still, he pulled the limp girl into his arms. The girl's head fell back as James drank greedily, thirstily, hungily. When there was no more blood left to drink James set the corpse down, licked her cold neck, closed her cloudy eyes, kissed her lifeless lips (smearing them with blood) and wiped the blood off of his mouth using her sleeve. On his way out he opened a Ziploc bag and dropped its contents onto the cold floor.

He stepped out of the storage facility and closed the door, hiding the dead girl and the just planted student ID of her boyfriend, who was the last human to see her alive, from view. As he walked out of the alley, he laughed to himself as the girl's final scream rang in his ears. He licked his lips, and sighed as he recognized metalic liquid.

A/N: So that's the prolouge. Review please. You know what... I'm not even going to inconvience you with telling you to review. Just put a rating 1-10, 1 being 'It stunk', 10 being 'It was fantabulistical'.