Title: A Thousand Years

Pairing: Donald/Stacie

Summary: He hasn't been human for so long, that he doesn't even remember what it was like… But when he's with her, he remembers what it's like to be human. He feels things that only humans can feel… And maybe it's wishful thinking on his part, but he swears he even felt his heart, beat. And he knows, that he'll spend the rest of his life loving her.

A/N: Hello, dear readers! Okay, I noticed how every Stonald fanfic never strays far from the setting and storyline of the Pitch Perfect movie… but as I was scanning through my ipod, I found myself listening to A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. It's an awesome song by the way, so if you haven't heard it before, look it up. Anyway, as I was listening to the song, I remembered how it was played at the ending of the Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn 2, and I suddenly had this plot running through my head, and I could totally picture Donald being a vampire, and I kind of just started writing it… and this story is what I ended up with. It's not finished, and it will probably have plenty of other chapters, but it's a start, and I always finish what I start. I know I should be working on 'One Day At A Time' which is already up on here, but my mind won't let this plot go. So after writing this first chapter, I reread it, and realized that it was good enough to be posted on FFn, and here it is! I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

-Sux2budude

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Pitch Perfect.

-DS-

…

Donald Walsh. No middle name, no nickname, no real identity. He's taken on different looks and appearances. But he always uses his mortal name. It's the only thing he can remember about his mortal self; his human self. Six hundred fifty eight years ago in 1354, Donald Walsh was murdered in the worst way possible. He doesn't remember much about the night he died. Just little flashes here and there, and nothing more. He does, however, remember feeling excruciating pain running through his body as he was dying. He remembers looking into the glowing red eyes of the creature that turned him. He was only 23 when it happened. He remembers the immense hunger that surged through him when he opened his eyes again. The thirst for blood that rushed through him as he crawled out of his grave. He remembers drinking from the first human being he laid eyes on. A man, no older than himself, leaving a local pub. He hadn't stopped, or even paused to think of what he was about to do. All he knew, was that he needed that man's blood. He needed it the way a normal human being needs their next breath. He remembers the guilt, the pain, and the dread that hit him like a freight train as the man's cold, dead body slumped to the ground after he had drained him. He remembers the horrified look on the man's face as he had lunged for the man's throat. He remembers the feeling of hatred and disgust at himself after he disposed of the man's body. It was the first and last human being he had ever drunk from. After that, he had nearly gone insane, having to resist the temptation of human blood. It was intoxicating. A smell so potent, he could practically taste it. But he resisted it, choosing to feed off of animals. Bears, tigers, lions, cows, sheep, goats, chickens, pigs, and other living animals. It's the least he could do not to kill another human being. As for turning someone, it's out of the question. He wouldn't wish a fate like his, on his worst enemy. Albeit, he doesn't remember any of his enemies from his human life.

Immortality. It's not what everyone pegs it to be. It's lonely. Boring, and dull. When one has lived over six-hundred years, one has had quite some time to see the world. And yes, he's seen it all. War, love, hate, sadness, famines, natural disasters, crime, heroism, drugs, alcohol, and sex. He's seen it all. He's traveled the world, and seen everything one would wish to see. He's lived in eighteen different countries in his lifetime. He has houses and businesses in nine of those countries. He personally likes his home in New York, Manhattan. He owns a rather large condo there, overlooking the city, and it feels like home more than all his other homes.

Donald Walsh stares out the window of his condo as he leans back in his seat, enjoying the sun in his face. The 'myth' about vampires disintegrating when in direct contact with the sun is true. For other vampires. Donald himself, doesn't know or understand why, but he is completely unharmed by the sun. He's seen vampires go up in flames and turn to ashes right in front of him. But he stays completely unharmed. And no, he doesn't sparkle like that Edward Cullen character in the Twilight series. As for holy water? It's a myth. Holy water, is actually just water, and unless vampires descended from cats, they're completely unharmed by it. Crosses also do nothing to them. And a wooden stake through the heart? Can totally kill vampires, but then again, what creature wouldn't die from being stabbed through the heart? The only true stories about vampires are, that they're immortal, extremely fast and strong, they never have to sleep, they heal fast, and they drink blood to live. And yes, they eat normal food, but could go forever without it, unlike blood. They'd die after three days without drinking blood. It's a vampire's food. To a Vampire, human food is like a guilty pleasure. It's one of the many things they don't need, but can't help but want. And human food never tasted so good until you've become a vampire. Chocolate can be quite addicting. The taste of chocolate to a human is increased ten thousand fold when you're a vampire. Each taste is better, richer, and much tastier than the last.

He likes to think of himself as the only one of his kind. And sometimes, he thinks he might truly be the only one of his kind left on earth. He hasn't met another vampire like himself in his long six-hundred-fifty-eight years of existence, so it's quite easy to believe. He is unharmed by the sun. He's given up on searching for vampires like himself, two-hundred years ago. Now, he's just living. Existing. Roaming the earth, blending in with the mortals… And searching for her.

He has a special ability, sort of seeing bits and pieces of the future. It's confusing, and disturbing. And it's never good visions, considering the fact that all he's seen are visions of different mortals dying. The first time it happened, he was only a decade into immortality, and he thought it was just a weird dream, but then the man he saw in his vision was on the Daily News the very next week, supposedly murdered in an alleyway by something inhumane… and anything inhumane is either a werewolf, a fairy (through fairies cannot kill; they heal), a wild animal, or a vampire. Donald never sees how the mortals die. He just sees the person dying. It's dark, and cold, and… painful to see. He's had his fair share of life saving, starting from the second vision he had. He's traveled all over the world, saving these mortals in his visions, and for 400 years, he's been quite successful in his missions to save mortal lives, and killing off the Uglies. It's what the human-blood sucking vampires. And no, the Uglies aren't just called uglies because they're ruthless monsters. They're called uglies, because they really are ugly. Hideous. They have dark red, glowing eyes, extremely long, razor-sharp fangs, ginormous jaws, huge heads, and slits for nostrils. And they're deathly pale. Whereas he himself is naturally brown skinned, he has a somewhat pale complexion. But the uglies, are terribly hideously pale. And they smell terrible. Like a fifty-year old laundry consisting of dirty, smelly, old socks and underwears, and the smell of decaying flesh. You see, the more human-blood a vampire consumes, the uglier they become. So, as a vampire, Donald never drinks human blood. One, he values his face too much to become as hideous as those things. Two, he doesn't want to smell like a dead carcass. Three, he can't handle the pain, guilt, and agony of knowing that he killed an innocent person because of his thirst for blood. And last, he doesn't drink human-blood because he can't. He made a promise to himself that he'd never drink a drop of human blood… for her.

His life was miserable from all his visions of dying mortals… until his vision of her.

For the first time since his visions of mortals dying began, he gets his first vision of her. The year was 1760, and he was in the kitchen of his home in Ireland when it happened. He remembers feeling dizzy like when he's about to have a vision, and he dreads seeing another death so soon after he'd just return from saving another mortal from dying. But then, he feels something he's never felt before. A sort of warm, tingly feeling inside his chest. He felt it right before he fell into the vision. He feels his body shiver as a girls face appears in the darkness. She was beautiful. Her dark hair cascades down her back in waves as she smiles straight at him. Her eyes, the most beautiful shade of brown he's ever seen in his life, crinkle slightly at the corners as her radiant smile widens, and Donald could barely contain the feeling in his chest as he stares at her. He swears he's never seen a beauty so divine and pure as hers. Her voice is soft, soothing, yet it holds the slightest hint of urgency, "Will you find me?" is all she asks before she vanishes into thin air, and the vision is over. Donald jerks into consciousness, his eyes scanning around his kitchen. It's the first vision he's ever had of something that isn't death. He's panting, and he's bleeding around his knee where he toppled into a glass cabinet during his vision. He's bled a thousand times before, but for the first time since becoming a vampire, he doesn't heal instantly like all the other times, and he receives his first permanent scar. After that vision, he searches for her, high and low, and everywhere… but he never finds her. And he never gives up. "I will find you." He mutters to himself. He says it every time he has visions of her. But he's never been successful… Not yet.

-DS-

-August 15, 2012-

…

Stacie Conrad stretches her arms over her head as she yawns blissfully in her bed. She smiles a little, remembering what day it is today. Her first day of college at Barden University. It's no Yale, or Harvard, or Stanford, but it's good enough for her. She loves her parents and everything, but she's extremely glad to finally be moving out of their house. Her parents have been constantly hovering over her, trying to control her. But today, she's going to be free. She's finally going to go out into the world and explore. Experience everything the world has to offer. She kicks her bed sheets back, slipping out of bed and padding quietly to her bathroom to shower. Today is a new day, and Stacie smiles excitedly as she steps under the warm spray of water, humming "Roar" by Katy Perry to herself. Yes. She's got the eye of the tiger, and the whole world will hear her roar… metaphorically, that is.

…

When she steps onto campus, she immediately feels the rush of excitement surging through her veins. College Life. It's what every teen looks forward to. Well, at least that's what Stacie Conrad has been looking forward to. Getting wasted at 2a.m and waking up in some strangers bed, attending sorority parties, meeting new people, dating hot, sexy, muscular guys who are older than her, skipping boring classes and sleeping in whenever the hell she wanted, making new friends, and living life to the fullest. It's what she wanted, needed… craved. She bumps into a girl, a few inches shorter than her, with dark brown hair. Almost like chocolate. Stacie smiles at her, receiving one in return. "Hi." Stacie says, taking in the girls equally confused look, and the luggage she's dragging behind her, and immediately, she decides to start making friends. "I'm Stacie." She says, holding out an outstretched hand.

"Becca." The girl says with a kind smile, taking her hand and shaking it. "I'm guessing you're new here too?" the girl eyes Stacie's duffle bag and luggage.

Stacie nods, "Yep. I'm gonna be settled in at room 209." She's spontaneous that way, never really having to know someone to trust them. One look at a person and Stacie can instantly tell whether they're trustworthy or not. And this one, Becca, seems like someone she could be friends with.

Becca glances down at the piece of paper in her hand, grinning widely. "What a coincidence!"

"What do you mean?" Stacie inquires.

Becca holds up the piece of paper in front of Stacie so she could see for herself. "I'm your new roomie."

"Awesome. I was hoping I'd get someone who at least looks normal if they're gonna be weird, not that you're weird or anything like that… are you?"

Becca chuckles a little as they start pulling their bags with them. "No, nothing weird about me. Unless you think music is weird because I'm seriously into hip hop, rap, r&b, soul, that kinda stuff. I do mashups, mixes, and other D.J. stuff."

Stacie grins wider, "Are you kidding me? I love music! I live on that stuff. Can you imagine a world without music? It'd be pretty damn boring."

"Yeah, no. Never really liked to imagine up a music-less world. It's… Yikes." Becca widens her eyes in exaggeration.

Stacie can't help but let out a relieved sigh. "Becca, I think we're gonna be awesome roomies."

"I agree."

-SD-

…

"What's the prognosis, Jerry?" Donald asks his dear old friend. Jerry, though not immortal or anything other than human, has been with him for nearly three decades, serving as a loyal and trustworthy 'butler' and friend. He's the only human being who knows what Donald is. A Vampire. Jerry is Donald's right hand man. And though he'd love to have Jerry around forever, he couldn't bring himself to turn his dear friend. You see, Vampires, are strange creatures. You can want one thing when you're human, mortal, and you have a deadline you don't see coming. But when you're a Vampire, immortal, and you don't have a deadline because you live forever, you can easily become selfish, hurtful, murderous, and quite evil. Donald's seen it countless times from other Vampires he used to know… Namely, Luke Ryder, a former friend and colleague, who… turned to the dark side.… And though Jerry is a good man, Donald knows what kind of man Jerry could become. Jerry is quiet, but very devious. Jerry was the brains behind Donald's countless encounters with business. Yes, being a vampire has heightened his senses, his strength, and his physical state, but Donald still has a bit of that human dislike for business that he had when he was mortal. So he leaves his many businesses to Jerry, even asking Jerry to be the face of the business, which means that Jerry is rather famous in the U.S, Russia, Germany, Turkey, Africa, Australia, China, Korea, Japan, and all the other places where Donald has a business. Jerry's face is the face that every reporter, journalist, business adversaries, and other people sees when meeting the owner of the businesses. He's the CEO. Donald owns it, and Jerry runs it. So you can see why turning Jerry isn't the best idea.

Donald waits patiently for Jerry to go over the documents in the portfolio in front of him before the man finally answers.

"Georgia, sir."

"Georgia?" Donald asks disbelievingly. "As in the United States, Georgia?"

"The only one." Jerry confirms.

Donald could barely contain his excitement and happiness. He's been on this search mission for over two centuries. "And you're sure this time?"

Jerry nods, "Quite positive." Jerry takes a newspaper article from the portfolio in his hands and passes it to Donald, who takes it confusedly.

His eyes widen like saucers when he sees the photo on the newspaper. It's a black and white photo of three girls, and she's in it. It's kind of blurry, but it's her. He knows it. He spends the next few minutes in silence, staring at the photo of her smiling widely into the camera in a dark red graduation gown, next to a couple of other girls, and holding a piece of paper in her hands. Her eyes sparkle with excitement and joy, and Donald could barely contain his joy at finally seeing proof that she really exists, and that unlike all his previous butlers had said, he hadn't made her up in his mind. She exists. "We found her." Donald whispers softly, barely able to believe it. His eyes scan over the article, and hover momentarily over the title of the article: Local graduates gather together after receiving Scholarships into different Universities.

Julia Niles (left), Harmony Ortiz (middle), and Stacie Conrad (right).

"Stacie Conrad." Donald whispers softly as his eyes continue to hover over her beautiful smiling face. "Two-hundred years, and I've finally found you."

Donald looks up quickly. "What's her exact location?"

Jerry shuffles through the papers in his hands for a few minutes, before finally answering. "Atlanta, Georgia, Barden University."

"Have Aubrey wait for my arrival tomorrow. I'm going to need a vehicle."

"Tomorrow? Isn't that a bit early?"

Donald blinks at Jerry, "I've searched for her for years, Jerry. I'd much rather leave right now, but I have to be ready first." He doesn't wait as he strolls towards the door to his room. He needs to get ready tonight, and tomorrow, he'll move. And he doesn't need a car. He's faster than any creature that roams the earth, but he has to look the part of rich, foreign, exchange student.

-SD-

…

The next morning, Donald finalizes his new identity. An old-fashioned college student at the Barden University. Hacking into the Barden University System was almost too easy for Donald as he purposely entered himself into the school system as a Senior exchange student from Istanbul, Turkey. He's going in disguised as a twenty-three year old student, majoring in Music and Art. It's not his strongest suit, but Donald thinks he'll have a bit of fun being a Music and Art Major. After printing out his personally attained schedule, Donald sticks it into a portfolio before stuffing the portfolio into his new backpack. If he's gonna be a student, he's gonna have to live, breathe, eat, think, sleep, and learn like a student. If he blows his cover, he can always go back in, disguised as a school janitor, or an instructor. But he'd rather not mop urine inside a bathroom, or have to face a thousand people a day. Surely those students would notice that he looks way too young to be a teacher; and while it's not impossible, it's still a bit trickier to manage a place in the school's staff. A student is his best and quickest option right now. Donald pulls on a pair of jeans; some black Nike's and a black fitted Nike t-shirt, and black-framed glasses for good measure, before slinging his backpack over his shoulder and stepping out of his room. He's not surprised to find Jerry waiting outside his door already, with a cup of pig's blood ready for him. "Thanks." Donald takes the mug from Jerry and heads towards the front doors.

"I see you're already in your disguise." Jerry observes.

"I don't look like I'm gonna stand out or anything, right?"

"Don, you're a vampire. You'll always stick out… but you're also a master of disguise. You'll blend in perfectly amongst those rowdy young teens."

Donald nods, a tiny grin sliding onto his lips as he takes a swig from his cup. Warm, sweet, and has a bit of a nasty aftertaste, but it immediately does its job in satisfying his thirst for blood somewhat. "Did you call Aubrey?"

"She's already waiting for you, with a newly purchased 2012 Ford Mustang." Jerry informs him, to which Donald smiles widely. Aubrey is a vampire herself, and though she's not immune to the sun, she still works in the safe confines of her guarded office. She's also Donald's best friend. They dated a while back, but decided that they weren't meant for each other. Mostly because Donald was basically in love with a girl he's never met, let alone seen before.

"Always ready, aren't you?"

"Always."

Donald nods, offering a temporary grin of goodbye. "I'll see you in a few months."

"I'll await your return."

Donald drains the rest of his breakfast before setting the mug on a tray by the door, and finally stepping outside. He immediately feels himself start to buzz with the need to take off, and he does nothing at all to stop himself as his legs start to move. Yes, he's traveling to Atlanta, Georgia, on foot. He picks up his pace as soon as he's made sure that no one was around to see him, and soon enough, Donald finds himself zooming through forests, the wind cutting past his face as he runs at the speed of light. Being around for so long, has given him more than enough time to test out his Vampire skills. His feet barely touch the ground, and to him, it feels like he's flying through the air, a mere inch from the ground. It's utterly amazing to be able to run like this. To be so fast, that he becomes absolutely invisible to the naked eye. And he's grown to love this feat. It's one of the many perks of being a vampire. It doesn't take long for him, but after about two hours or so, he finally screeches to an abrupt halt at the lines of Atlanta, Georgia. He has about a couple of miles before he reaches the Barden University, and Donald only stops to pick up his car from Aubrey, who hands him the keys immediately upon his arrival, and with no questions asked, or greetings, she storms back to her desk. He doesn't think much about what might be upsetting her because he doesn't want to waste any time in finally seeing the girl from his visions. He needs to immediately begin searching for her through thousands of students at Barden University, so Donald calls a short goodbye to Aubrey before hopping into the new mustang. It's a sleek black baby with sparkling rims, and an engine that roars louder than an angry lion. He allows himself a tiny grin as he pulls away from the parking lot of Aubrey's office building, and starts down the road to his destination, Barden University.

-DS-

…

"That is really cool." Stacie says as she eyes Becca's different mixes. It's the kind of music that would give you eargasms, and Stacie loves it. "How do you do all of this stuff?"

Becca shrugs, "I don't know, I guess the music just kind of… speaks to me, you know?"

Stacie nods, "Kind of like how designing speaks to me. It's like, I just look at a plain wall in a blue house, and I immediately know that it won't look better in anything other than gray." It makes total sense. To know so much about something, that you really have no idea how you do it. You just… know. It's like a sixth sense.

"Exactly!" Becca agrees. They're in the middle of the cafeteria, indulging in greasy pizzas and Kool-Aid Jammers.

Stacie feels extremely relived that Becca wasn't one of those super sensitive, girly, 'OMG!' girls who spend half their lunchtime counting the calories on their lunch plate. "So, I heard that there's this party at one of the sorority houses tonight. Care to join me?"

Becca looks a bit hesitant, but after sending her a pleading look, Becca smiles a bit. "I'll go if you promise to call us a cab when we're too drunk to drive back."

"Deal." Stacie says immediately. "That was too easy."

"How so?" Becca asks with a quirked eyebrow.

"Two words. Suspended. License." Stacie laughs, before devouring her last piece of pizza and throwing the whole crust back onto her plate. "Ugh, this pizza tastes like crap yet I can't stop eating it."

"Probably because you secretly love crappy food."

"You're right! You are so, right. I love crappy food. I hate it, but I love to eat it. It's like a weird craving that I want, but don't need."

"I feel you on that one." Becca mutters, patting her roomies back.

"Crappy food?" a blonde girl asks loudly from behind them. "What crappy food were you talking about?" she asks, sitting down beside Beca.

The two girls blink at her. "Uhhh, this pizza tastes like crap." Stacie says gesturing to her slice of pizza.

"Oh… Yeah, the cafeteria food always tastes like crap, but I still eat it." She shrugs, picking up her own slice of pizza and taking a huge chunk out of it. "I'm Fat Amy by the way."

Beca's eyebrows shoot up at that, "Fat Amy?" she asks slowly.

"Yup. Fat Amy… I call myself Fat Amy because pointing out the obvious about myself will certainly stifle whatever fat jokes you twig bitches may be saying about me."

Stacie busts out laughing, managing to make the whole cafeteria occupants turn and stare at her like she's crazy. She doesn't care though. "Well, Fat Amy, I think we'll get along just fine."

"Awesome." Fat Amy goes about eating her lunch, while Beca chuckles lightly. "So what do we call ourselves? The Triple Hotness?"

This makes Stacie and Beca laugh even harder, not having a care for the world. "Triple the hotness, triple the fun, triple the threat." Stacie shrugs. "We'll just be triplets."

-SD-

…

Donald steps onto the school campus, feeling the cool rush of excitement shooting through his body and brain as his eyes quickly scans through the different students walking around. He's graduated several times from different Universities. Harvard, Stanford, Yale, Phoenix, Devry, Browns, Tisch, and soon, Barden. It's quite amusing to sit through a class that he knows everything about. To pretend he doesn't know the answers to all the questions, and to pass as an above average student… He's mastered the art of forfeiting. He knows his limits, and his restrictions. He knows how to act the part of "average" student, so as a group of girls passes him, waving, winking, giggling, and batting their eyelashes, he remembers to smile and pretend that he's interested, though he's only interested in one girl… and he has yet to see her.

"Donnie boy!"

Donald stops abruptly, whirling around in disbelief when he recognizes the voice. "Bumper?" he asks, blinking at the guy he once called his best friend. "What the—"

"How are you doing, my old friend?" Bumper asks holding out his hand for a handshake.

Donald immediately backs away from him, shaking his head. "No… You don't get to just walk back into my life, acting like I never saw you die right before my eyes 12 years ago, Bumper… You need to explain first."

Bumper laughs heartily. "Dude, calm the hell down… I'll explain everything, later."

"No." Donald says with a shake of his head, grabbing Bumpers shirt and dragging him into an empty classroom. "Explain, now."

Bumper sighs heavily, both of them shrugging off their backpacks, "I see you still have that 'Trust no one' thing going on."

Donald folds his arms across his chest stubbornly.

"Fine. I didn't really die all those years ago…" Bumper begins. "I mean, yeah. I was stabbed, kicked, punched, and thrown off a cliff, but I didn't die. The dumb fucks through me into a fucking lake, man. Anyway, long story short, I washed up on shore a couple of miles away from where I fell, and a bunch of winter fairies found me, healed me, and…" Bumper shrugs nonchalantly. "Here I am."

"Winter fairies?" Donald asks in disbelief. "Bumper, Winter fairies only come out in the winter, and though this was twelve years ago, I'm pretty sure it was summer time when you supposedly died. And Winter fairies save people who are pure… and you, you are the farthest thing from pure."

Bumper staggers back, clutching his chest above his heart in mock pain. "You hurt my feelings, man."

Donald rolls his eyes at him. "I'm your best friend, Bumper. Don't lie to me… and why didn't you contact me then?"

Bumpers looks away for a moment, and for the first time, he actually has a serious look on his face. "I couldn't. I wanted to, but… The uglies were still following me. I couldn't risk leading them back to you after all those decades you spent trying to escape them."

They're both quiet then, staring at the dry-erase board on the opposite wall. "The uglies will always try to find you as long as they think you're alive."

"Way ahead of you on that one, dude." Bumper laughs. "Faked my death a while back. Not like a formal funeral or anything, but… well, let's just say a couple hundred uglies witnessed me stabbing myself in the heart."

"What, are you immortal now?"

Bumper shrugs with a tiny grin. "Something like that."

Donald looks around, seeing the sun not affecting Bumper at all, so he really can't be a vampire, unless he's like Donald. "Bumper, what the hell are you?"

Bumper looks around, making sure they weren't being watched or anything. "I'm a part of the Were-community now, Donnie."

Donald blinks confusedly at Bumper for a few moments, before his eyes widen in recognition. "Holy shit!" he whispers rather loudly. "A werewolf? How'd you become a werewolf?"

"Actually, they're the ones who saved me… that night, when I fell off the cliff, a werewolf found me… they were going to kill me, but… well, they decided I could be useful to them after I bargained with them."

Donald narrowed his eyes at him, "What do you mean bargain? Werewolves don't bargain with anyone… Bumper, what the heck did you offer them?"

Bumper sighs again, the age in his eyes visible. "Information on the uglies."

"Information?" Donald asks incredulously, not able to believe that a werewolf community would change a mortal in exchange for information. "What kind of information?"

"Well, let's just say that the werewolves hate the uglies just as much as you do, and I offered information on the whereabouts of the uglies hideouts… I actually had to work at that shit. I kind of lied from the beginning, but I worked hard to get the information I got… my team and I have actually eliminated a rather impressive amount of ugliness… I like to think of it as, beautifying the planet." Bumper grins, his double entendre not lost on Donald.

"So what are you doing here in Barden?" Donald asks.

"Oh! Yeah, I'm actually on duty right now, trying to find out exactly what the uglies are doing here."

"There are uglies here?" Donald's interest peaks.

Bumper nods in confirmation. "There are about nine disguised uglies here, and they're actually on some kind of mission from Luke."

"What kind of mission?"

"I don't really know, but one of our spies picked up on a conversation one of the uglies were having with Luke, and he said they were talking about some mortal girl."

"What girl?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out… as for now, I'm trying to lay low, act like I'm a student here, and try to find out some more information on what the hell Luke would want from a mortal girl."

Donald nods slowly. "Are you entered in the school system?"

"Hell yeah." Bumper grins. "We have our own sweet hacker back at the werewolf hideout… Now enough about me. What, is a high and mighty 'I-fly-solo' kind of vampire like you, doing in Barden University? You're not satisfied with all your Yale, Harvard, and Stanford degrees?" he jokes, laughing a bit.

"Actually, I'm here on a mission. A personal one, so don't go digging in my business, okay?"

"Oh, the visions still ongoing?"

Donald lets a smile grace his face. "Something like that."

"Need any help?"

"Nope. You?"

"Nope." Bumper replies, but pauses, squinting at his best friend. "Actually, I could use your Vampire senses and skills."

Donald chuckles, shaking his head. "I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be helping out my werewolf best friend."

"We're back to best friends? For real?" Bumper asks, feeling hopeful.

Donald just laughs, slinging his backpack back onto his shoulder. "Just shut up and help me find my dorm room."

-DS-

…

"Ugh, all I heard about over the summer was how amazing these frat parties are, and how hot all the college guys are, but… this sucks. Majorly." Stacie stomped down the stairs of the frat house, following a slightly drunk Beca. "The guys aren't even that hot, and this place is just suffocating me."

"At least the freee is booooooze." Beca hiccups drunkenly. "That's gooood enough for meeee."

"No it's not… Where the hell is the dance floor? Parties are supposed to be about dancing, and drinking, and having fun. They have the drinking, but I don't see any dancing and fun." Stacie complains. "This party blows. We should just go." She says, pulling Becca back before she could fall face first into a table of beers.

Stacie pulls Beca with her towards the door, ready to call a damn taxi and get back to their dorm room. But before she could get close enough to the door, a large, blonde, muscular guy in a football jersey blocks her way, grinning down at her. She blinks at him like he's crazy, "Uhhh, do you mind? We're trying to get to the door, so if you'd please get out of my way, we'll be able to accomplish that." She snaps, feeling irritated because she doesn't want to be in there any longer.

"Where are you going? It's only eleven, girl."

"Excuse me? And who the hell made you my dad? Now get the hell out of my way, douchebag."

The guy doesn't budge, so Stacie tries to walk around him, but he moves too, blocking her way yet again. "What the hell?!" she bellows angrily. "What the heck is your problem?"

"You're my problem… so how about we go upstairs, and we can get rid of that problem?" his voice is deep, and… scratchy, and probably the most annoying voice on the face of the planet.

"Wow… that's your line?" Stacie laughs humorlessly. "Okay, first of all, that was the stupidest line I've ever heard. Second, you smell like barf, and last, there is no way in hell I would go with you anywhere. Now get out of my way!"

"Come on, girl… Just one hour."

"Are you fucking serious?" Stacie exclaims. Beca hiccups loudly from behind her, followed by a string of swear words as the girl slumps onto her shoulder. "Hold on, Beca."

"I'm fuuuuuckin' druuuunk!" Becca slurs. "Lesttt—Lest go daaaancing!"

The blonde guy smirks down at Stacie as she tries to keep Beca upright. "Your friend there wants to stay for the party. What kind of friend would you be if you just drag her out of here before she gets a chance to dance?"

Stacie glares daggers at him, "I'd be the good friend who got her ass home, as soon as the asshole in front of me, gets out of my way."

Even then, the guy doesn't budge. "You're not getting out of this one."

"Excuse me?" the words were barely out of her mouth before his hand wraps around her arm, and he's pulling her with him towards the front door. "What the—Let me go, you fucking pervert!" Stacie tries her best to wriggle out of his grasp, at the same time, pulling Beca with her. "Let me go!" Stacie screams, punching and kicking the guy, but for some reason, he doesn't seem to feel it. Stacie frantically looks around at the partygoers, but not a single person in there notices her screaming at some asshole to let her go as he practically drags her and Beca out the door, and… Stacie looks around quickly, and her heart jumps up into her throat when she sees a dark blue van pull up on the side of the street, and the sliding door in the back opens up to four large, hideous looking guys, all waiting for them to get to the van. Stacie screams louder than ever, hoping someone with a freaking soul would notice two girls being dragged towards a fucking van, about to be kidnapped and raped, and…

"Beca! Stacie!"

Stacie quickly looks around, instantly recognizing Fat Amy's voice. "AMY! HELP US!"

Fat Amy is running towards them, but she's far away. "STACIE!" she calls once more, before Stacie feels four, five, maybe eight hands grab her and pull her into the van. Stacie lets go of Beca's arm immediately before they could pull her into their van too, and Stacie sees Beca staggering backwards, and landing in a bush. The blonde guy hops out, ready to grab her, but Stacie calls to him. "NO! Leave her alone!" she screams.

One of the other large guys calls to the blonde guy, his voice, almost an exact replica of the blonde guys, "We don't need her! This is the one we came for." He says, grabbing Stacie's arm and pulling her back, before tying her hands together. The blonde guy runs back to the van and hops into the front seat of the van, and the last thing Stacie sees before a dark, smelly cloth is pulled over her head, was Fat Amy, running frantically to the van and screaming swear words at the van. "STACIE!" Stacie hears Amy still calling her name, and all she could do, was cry, feeling her heart and insides twist. These ugly, smelly guys were going to rape her, and kill her, and then leave her to rot in some alleyway somewhere, and she'll never see her friends or her parents again. She won't meet a guy that she would love enough to marry. She would never have children, and watch them grow up. She would never get to tell her parents how much she loves them. All she can do now was cry, and wish for death to take her right now.

-DS-

…

He's sure she's at this frat party. Somehow, he can sense her. But he doesn't see her anywhere. He's looked everywhere, even dreading seeing her in a room with some other guy, but he still looked. Luckily, she wasn't in any of the rooms. So he looks again downstairs, declining the booze people keep offering him, and rejecting every girl in there. He wants to see her, and only her. He's just about to go and check the back of the frat house, when he hears her name being called by another girl.

Donald whirls around, his vision sharpening and his hearing picking up every conversation, every word, and every voice, until finally, he hears her voice. He'd recognize it anywhere.

"AMY! HELP US!" Her voice sounded panicked. Frantic.

Donald doesn't think twice. He's sure that was her voice, and he takes off towards it, feeling every part of his body humming with life as he bursts out the door. Donald's stomach plummets to the ground when he sees her in a van, her hands tied together in front of her. He only gets a tiny flash of her face, her eyes wide with fear, before a bag is pulled over her head, and the van's door slams shut. The van lurches forward, taking off in high speed.

Donald doesn't think. He immediately takes off, not caring that half of Barden University can see him as he takes off at an inhumane speed. It only takes a few seconds before he's right behind the van.

Donald's jaw twitches, his hand stretching out for the backdoor of the van. With one swift punch, his fist sinks through the door, and he practically tears the back door off its hinges. The pungent odor of Uglies wafts out through the door, followed by a foot, heading straight for his face. He thinks fast, and acts faster, dodging away from the kick, and diving inside. Donald can see Stacie's form at the corner of the van, and four large Uglies grinning wickedly at him.

"We've been awaiting your arrival, Walsh." One of them says.

Donald instantly recognizes the voice. "Unicycle… I see your still as ugly as ever."

Unicycle laughs, showing his quickly decaying teeth. "Luke will be delighted to see you." The other two uglies are already crouched down, ready to pounce.

"I'm sure he will… But he's going to have to come and get me himself." With that, Donald sends a fast, sharp kick to one of the uglies groin, sending the ugly thing to its knees. Donald maneuvers himself under Unicycles outstretched hand, while his fist sinks into the second uglies ribs, the definite sound of bones cracking, echoing through his ears, as his other fist whizzes north under Unicycles chin in an uppercut, taking him out cold. The blonde guy in the passenger seat is in the middle of climbing into the back, when Donald spins a kick, his boot landing square in the guys face and sending him crashing through the windshield. Donald manages to throw the van in park by slamming down on the emergency break with his foot, sending the driver flying through the windshield as well.

One of the other Uglies manages to get back up, and he goes for the only thing that could possible stop Donald from killing every inhumane thing in that van. The vampire grabs Stacie's arm, yanking her into a crouched position in front of him, as a form of cover. "Move, and I'll break her neck." The guy says, still wheezing a bit from where Donald had kicked him in the groin.

Donald immediately freezes, raising his hands up in surrender. "Let her go. You have me, so just let her go."

The guy laughs harshly, "I can't do that. Luke will kill me if I let this one go." his arm tightening on Stacie's body, making her double over in pain.

Donald's jaw clenches tightly, a feral growl leaving the back of his throat as he moves closer to the wide open back door. "I will kill you if you don't let her go."

The guy laughs again, this time with lesser harshness. "How are you gonna do that?"

Donald shrugs, his senses sharpening even further as he gets ready to attack again. "Like this." The guy barely moved before Donald was behind him, grabbing his head, snapping it back, and sinking his hand through his neck, grabbing the first thing his fingers come into contact with, and pulling. The guy slowly sinks to his knees, his esophagus hanging from Donald's fingers.

Donald can't tell what happened, but Stacie goes down too, and he feels the dread spread quickly through his chest as he kneels down beside her, and pulls the rag off her head, finally revealing her face. She's out like a light, and Donald does a quick inspection of her body for any injuries, broken bones, bleeding, swelling, or anything that might have caused her to faint. His fingers come to a halt on her rib cage, and he feels at least two broken ribs there, from where the Uglie had squeezed her. He glances down at her face, and his chest tightens at her beauty. This wasn't how he pictured actually seeing her for the first time, and given the circumstances, he should be feeling like crap that he's seeing her unconscious… But he can't help but feel like the world had stopped spinning as he stares at her beautiful face. He doesn't stare for long though, knowing that it's dangerous to just stay there with her. Luke is probably sending more Uglies by now. Donald quickly shrugs out of his jacket, wrapping it around her body, before lifting her up into his arms, and hopping out of the van. He does a quick scenario check, and he instantly knows that he needs to get Stacie somewhere safe. A place that no other vampire knows about. A place even Luke would never think to look. And there's only one place like that. Aubrey's house. It's underground, hidden from the world, and it's safe. Plus, he trusts Aubrey. With that in mind, Donald finally takes off into a high-speed run through the trees to the left of the road where the van stopped. He knows the risks he's taking, but he needs to protect Stacie. He doesn't think of how Stacie might be the mortal girl that Bumper said Luke was looking for. He just needs to get Stacie to safety. She's his first priority. After he makes sure she's safe, then he'll think of everything else. As for now, all else is irrelevant.

As he continues to run, he tightens his arms around her body a little, pulling her up into his chest. He feels his whole body vibrating with life as he holds her close. He wants to let out all the joy running through him. The happiness at finally finding her. Yes, he didn't want to find her unconscious and nearly kidnapped by a bunch of vampires, but… he found her nonetheless. He found her, and that's all he could ever want.

He's never felt so alive in all his six-hundred-fifty-eight years of existence as a Vampire… And he swears, he feels his dead, cold heart, beat.

-DS-

Author's Note: I know, it's kind of lame… But hey, no one else has written a fanfic about Donald being a vampire. I can totally picture him being one. And to answer some unasked questions, No. This story won't be like The Twilight Saga. Not much… Anyways, the next chapter will take place in "Aubrey's home", but it will eventually come back to Barden University. Though Donald and Stacie are the main point of the story, I still have a pretty great back story to this.

So REVIEW and let me know if you would want to read a chapter two for this fic.

-Sux2budude