So this story i've put in the Morganville section, because the place (is morganville) and plots and general feel of the story is inspired by Morganville, which I love. However, all the characters are mine, but I may add a few later on which are Morganville Natives.

I hope you like it and if so please review, and if I get good responses i'll continue with it. :D

My breath was coming in ragged gasps. I tried inhaling deeper. But the effort it took for me to maintain the speed i was already going, my feet pounding the pavement, was too much.

But I had no choice.

I'd been stupid and I'd known it was past dark but had convinced myself there was some light left in the sky, but obviously not, for if there had been, i'd be on a leisurely strole home round about now rather a death race to my front door.

I whipped my head around to look over my shoulder to see if I could glimpse my pursuer, but my efforts were futile, because if this guy didn't want to be seen. He wouldn't be. I ploughed on, my heart felt like a humming bird trapped in a cage, trying to break free of its bars, but if i stopped i'd be as good as dead. Or worse, this leeches Saturday night take-away.

The night was pitch black, and the alley I had run down-a well known shortcut-was somehow darker. I hated the dark. But I'd left myself with no choice. This alley cut my journey in half but was scary as hell, especially when you knew a razor-mouthed serial killer was on your tail. But I was used to this. Hell, I'd grown up with this, and I knew how to handle myself.

I was going to make it, I was about a minute away from my front door, safety. He couldn't follow me there 'cos if he tried the menu would be reversed and he'd be tonight's chicken chow mein and he knew that.

I saw my front porch light just ahead of me and a last minute kick of adrenaline made sure I got through my front gate, I leaned against the solid wood door, one hand on the frame the other on my knee. I tried insanely to catch my breath, swallowing clumpfuls of delicious oxygen. The gravel crunched behind me and I snapped around, nearly losing my footing in the process.

"If you even try it, the enforcers will tear you limb from limb, along with those overgrown teeth of yours." I growled at the chaser wagging a dissapproving finger at him. I knew him. Obviously. In this area everyone knew everyone and this guy had taken it upon himself to be my very own personal blood stalker. Flattering? No.

"Yeah-yeah. The enforcer threat again Gwynn, I was merely enjoying the show. A few more minutes of that running and I wouldn't have had to leap on you to take you down, you looked ready to pass out." He smirked and snorted.

If you hadn't guessed already this dude was a blood-sucker. Yeah, you heard me right.

V-A-M-P-I-R-E.

And a bloody annoying one at that, but still lethal as fuck. They all seemed to be in tip-top condition and were wierdly, other-wordly attractive, not to mention being the biggest self-loving pricks that ever existed. My own personal vamp, Blake, was no exception. At 6'3" and two and half times as broad as me i'd be crazy if I hadn't run from him, even if he wasn't a night stalker.

He stood watching me silently, that smug smirk on his face, his eyes half covered with his midnight black spiked out hair. I hated him, but still; he was hot. And if he wasn't trying to constantly puncture me i'd have definitely looked at him twice. But now, I was angry, and hot or not I wanted to beat the shit out of him.

"Just back off Blake! Why the hell do you insist on this cat and mouse game? Find some other chick to harass." I stared at him refusing to look away. A sure sign of weakness. Or my stubborness, as Sean would say.

"Because, my darling Gwynn, no-one else is as fun as you. As fit as you. In both senses of the word. And you just smell so damn good." He gave me a lopsided smile and leaned with his back against the brick wall, next to the gate i'd slammed on my way in, hands stuffed deep in his dark low riding jeans.

"Well you sure know how to charm the ladies. If you were talking about my perfume, i'm sure i'd be flattered, but we both know you're not. Now go bother somebody else" I said while shooing him away with a flick of my hand, "I have much more interesting things to do than stand here squabbling with you like, oh i don't know, tearing my own eyes out with a switch-blade." I gave him a sour look and turned around flipping my hair over my shoulder to convey my point.

"Lovely image actually, have you ever considered a career in writing? No? Oh, well, anyway Gwynn tonights been fun, but just remember you're impulsiveness and big mouth are definitely going to land you in trouble one of these days. As for me, I hope its very soon and i'm right in the middle of it. See you soon babe." He winked at me flicked his hair out of his eyes and, dissappeared. As they do, you get used to it.

"Ugh. Fucking arse hole."I muttered entering my house.

I slammed the door behind me, leant against it and tilted my head back, breathing a massive sigh of relief. That had definitely been a close one.

I chucked my bags in the porch and swung into the living room collapsing on the sofa, switching on the TV. The local news instantly popped up; some lady yabbering on about a kidnapping on the other side of town, a 14 year old boy this time. I sighed again and flicked the box off, stretching out on the faded orange cushions.

Just another day in sunny Morganville. Sarcasm by the way.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and please do review, thanks for reading 3