does she trust him, but she loves him too...For he is, her dark angel.

Chapter 1

"Miranda clearstone snap out of it," she heard her strict aunt snap, she came out of her musing and looked around, her fiancée stared at her silently and she barely flinched, she smiled.

"I apologize I was just thinking about something."

"About what," Her aunt asked. Miranda thought of something to say, she took in her aunts appearance, the woman was in her 70's had thick black hair with silver streaks, her eyes were like a ravens sharp and shined with intelligence they were also a deep greenish blue, she wore a white blouse and a long blue skirt. Her hair was always pulled back in a bun.

"About how beautiful your eyes are, they remind me of the ocean at times, Auntie, when you're passionate about something they rage like the sea during a storm." Her aunt's face relaxed and she smiled, if you complemented the lady she would ease up.

"Think you dear, now, Leo has asked a really interesting question."

"What of Auntie?"

"The man down the street, I told him that you've heard a lot about it, why don't you, tell him."

"Alright, now some people say, mind you these people are very superstitious, that he's a marked man, having signed the….having signed…Excuse me for saying this Auntie, that he's signed his soul over to Lucifer, but oth- Auntie calm down, that's what all the people in their 90's are saying, you know where they had been raised from, back when they were kids they were used to superstition, anyways, others say that he's deformed in a way and that he's too ashamed to leave the house in the daytime, but others say he's a vampire."

"Which do you believe?" Leo asked. Leo of all people was deadly handsome, he had sharp blue eyes, a strong square jaw, and thick brown hair, he wore casual clothes when he wasn't around her and her aunt, and when he was he wore a tailored blue suit. But underneath that handsome front he was cruel and deceitful and, most of all, abusive, Miranda had several bruises from him.

"I believe in the last, only because of my fascination in that realm, unlike most people I believe vampires can be good, I believe that they are very handsome, that they do drink blood but that the only way you can become one is by drinking the vampires blood after he has drank yours."

"Can your version of a vampire go out in sunlight?"

"Yes, he can but depending on how old they are depends if they live, if they are centuries old than the can walk out and live but if they are at least a year old they die instantly, burn to ashes." Miranda said her eyes misting up. Her aunt laughed.

"There you go again, daydreaming about vampires." Her aunt could handle her vampires, the way Miranda put it made it seem less frightening. Leo stood and Miranda followed suit.

"Well, I must leave." Leo said softly. "Come with me Miranda?" He said, it was a command hidden in a question, she knew not to disobey. She followed him out of the house, as soon as they were out Leo had backhanded her. "You little bitch, ignoring me like that, if you do that ever again I swear you'll wish you never met me." He growled out. Miranda stood tall clutching her cheek.

"I've already wished that Leo, I've wished that from the day I found out what kind of man you are!" She shot back, Leo had yet to fully break her fiery spirit. Leo snarled and raised his hand to back hand her again, he suddenly froze and looked past her. His lip curled and Miranda swore his eyes glowed a blood red, he then turned and went to his sleek black jaguar and left. Miranda turned and went to the back yard, she then grabbed some ivy and climbed up to her window, she kept it unlocked, just in this case. She opened the window and climbed in, going to her bathroom, she sat down on the toilet and cried softly, she hated this, she hated being with Leo, she hated Leo, she wished at times that she had never been born in this place or time. Maybe then she would have been with her mother and father, they had died when she was six, murdered actually, and she had almost been kidnapped, but the police were able to save her and she was able to stay with her Aunt, her mother's older sister.

She looked in the mirror silently, she rubbed the red mark on her heart shaped face silently, she sighed, her eyes were red from crying, but even under the red puffiness her unique green eyes shone through, she remembered her father saying that they reminded him of a rolling hills basked in sunlight, her hair was a long strawberry gold that fell into her face, she had beautiful lips, as many men said, they were like strawberries, succulent and sweet even though she had yet to kiss a man, even Leo didn't earn that honor, her breasts were an simple size, 34-C, if you must know, her waist was tapered and her hips slightly wide, her legs were long, extremely long, she had been the tallest in her class when she was younger, before 17, she had been tall and gangly.

She sighed pulling her hair down, having had it up in a pony tail, she soon stood up ruffling her hair, when she got to her room she nearly screamed, a man standing outside her window, she turned and grabbed her trusty bat, as she turned around she froze confusion filling her, the man was gone, she went over to the window and opened it up and looked outside, she shrugged and closed the window, she turned and shrieked. There was a cat on her bed, it had sapphire blue eyes, black fur with a white muzzle, light grey socks the front paws, deep grey socks on the back and the tip of its tail was a mixture of the dark grey, light grey and white. It stared at her with it's eerie blue eyes. Miranda looked to her door when she heard footsteps.

"Miranda, Miranda, is anything wrong?" Her aunt asked knocking. "And how did you get into your room?"

"I'm fine Auntie, and I climbed through the window."

"Again, you must stop doing that!" Her Aunt said but left none the less. Miranda sighed and sat beside the cat, the cat merely stared at her. She rubbed its ears gently.

"You scared me kitty, I thought you were something else entirely." She said softly. The cat yawned and stood.

"What, did you think I was a dog?" The cat asked suddenly before going over to the window, Miranda covered her mouth in shock as the cat was able to open and lift the window. It turned back to her.

"Stay away from Leo, Miranda Clearstone, he will bring you much harm, my master will do as much as he can to protect you."

"Y-Your master,"

"Yes, Michelangelo, if you want to meet him than you must follow me." The cat said softly.

"I don't think I can." She whispered.

"Then call me when you need me." The cat said. "I'm named Chess, after the Cheshire cat in-"

"The adventures of Alice in wonderland and through the looking glass," Miranda said.

"Yes, my master loves the books." Chess said before disappearing. Miranda laid back on her bed silently thinking. She was being watched, that was freaky, but, he was protecting her. Slowly she fell asleep.

Chess slipped into his home silently and went to his master, who to be exact sat on the couch eating a pizza.

"Sir, you mustn't eat too much of that, you need blood, not tomato sauce." Chess said jumping up to sit next to him.

"Doesn't matter, I won't get sick." The man said taking a swig of something, a trickle of red slid down his chin and he wiped it away.

"Good, you are drinking blood."

"So, is she alright, he didn't hurt her badly did he?" The man asked.

"No, she'll develop a bruise though." The man placed his drink down and turned off his TV.

"I'll be right back." He said and disappeared, Chess heard the door slam shut and morphed, he got some milk before going back and watching some TV while Michelangelo was away.

Michelangelo stared down at Miranda silently. As usual she was beautiful. He reached down and stroked her cheek gently. He knew how to heal her. He bent down and tilted her head to the side, he had learned to do this after a bit, his saliva had a healing agent in it, but, at the moment, he wanted to taste her, and now. He leaned down and licked her neck gently, he groaned softly and felt his canines sharpening even more, he licked her neck again before biting into it, Miranda's eyes snapped open and she gasped in shock before moaning in pleasure. She gripped his head gently to her neck moaning as he took long gulps of her blood, she heard a soft knock and her Aunt stepped in.

"Oh, my god!" She half shrieked. Miranda jerked out of the trance and gave a scream, Michelangelo quickly licked the two pinpricks shut then leaned up and licked her cheek twice before jumping back and out the window. Miranda screamed again and raced over only she didn't see him at all. Her aunt raced over to her. "Who was he?" Her aunt asked.

"I-I don't know!" Miranda said sobbing slightly. Her aunt turned to look at her and saw the fright in her eyes; she saw the slowly healing red mark.

"He hurt you." She whispered she then frowned when she noticed that the red mark was slowly fading. "No…It's….Healing…" She said softly. Soon the mark was gone. She then noticed the very small pinpricks. "Oh, my god, I did see blood on his chin! He was drinking your blood!" She said sitting on the bed, Miranda sat beside her, shaking.

"Auntie…If he was drinking my blood…Than he's a vampire!" She said softly. Her aunt nodded.

"I know, I can't really believe it but your right, Miranda, what's your theory on the fast healing of the bite mark and red mark?" Her aunt said, the only time she went like that was when she was frightened by something unknown.

"I believe that vampires have a healing agent in their saliva. And some other agent, something that stops their victim from struggling and making it worse."

"I see, some chemical that triggers euphoria," Miranda looked at her aunt confused, "When I came in you were holding his head to your neck and moaning softly. It's obvious that you liked it, when I screamed you came to." Miranda looked away tearful eyed. Her aunt held her petting her head as if she had a night mare. "It's alright, do not worry, we will put up some things to protect you."

"Aunt, garlic and the cross are the only things that will work, a vampire has an acute sense of smell and that would keep him away, the cross will remind him of what he isn't and also keep him away." Miranda said softly. Her aunt nodded.

"Alright, now sleep, my little Anda, sleep, and please don't worry." Her aunt said as Miranda slowly fell asleep.