A/N: Hey guys! Okay, so Just A Cinderella Dreaming is ending soon, (sad, I know…) so, I literally came up with this idea while I'm writing the last few chapters. This is inspired by Twilight, but it's not really like Twilight.

I do have to say, I'm not the biggest Twilight fan though. Occasionally I'll watch the movies, but I don't really have the patience for them. BUT I do give the movies credit and the actors and Stephenie Meyer for writing a pretty good series. So, I hope you enjoy this story (even if you're not a Twilight fan).

Disclaimer: I don't own How to Rock, or Twilight.

Also, this story is going to be written in Zander's point of view.

~Preface~

Vampires.

Yes, we exist. Except, you probably know the Hollywood versions—wood stake through the heart, can't go out in sunlight, fangs and blood-red eyes. Or maybe you know the most frequent version. Sparkly, talented, human-blood-resisting. Well, some of them are human-blood-resisting anyway. Well, again, vampires do exist… but, we don't freaking sparkle, or turn to dust in the sunlight.

You could jab me with a pencil, and guess what? I'm still alive.

Those Hollywood stories get me worked up sometimes, sorry. But, think of it this way; how would you feel if Hollywood took your life and turned it into some kind of joke?

My point exactly.

Though Hollywood does have some things right. The pale, cold skin; unnaturally white. It's more of a weapon though. Luring our prey in with beauty they're unable to take their eyes off of. It usually only acts up when we're about to feed though. Though, it can happen if we're pissed off enough. We can go out in the sunlight—and not sparkle—because it's our form of camouflage. To blend in and not seem so unordinary. But, during feeding, the beauty of a vampire's skin can lure animals and ignorant people. They're too distracted by the difference of our appearance that it makes striking and feeding quicker—and silent.

It allows us to attack and feed quickly without worrying about the prey running or making noise to attract the attention of others. Useful, right?

People wonder about my skin, of course. It's different. They wonder and wonder, but they can never come close to an answer good enough. What human wants to believe vampires are real? If they can come up with a good enough answer, they'll turn their heads to avoid the truth. It what keeps humanity the way it is. If humans can keep themselves calm and collected by turning their heads, they'll do it. Humans don't like to think of the bad things around them—though they probably should.

I always do my best to breathe through my mouth to avoid smelling their blood. Sure, not everyone smells appetizing, but they smell better than the animals I force myself to feed on. If I breathe through my nose, a monster is unleashed. It craves to taste the blood of these mortals. Or maybe its craves revenge.

Envy.

Yes, I envy these humans sometimes. They get to live a life. Grow up. Fall in love. I hate what I am. For over two-hundred years, I've been a vampire. And every 36 years, the love of my life is reincarnated. And every eighteenth birthday. . .I end up killing her.

I hate myself.

I have to live with the pain forever. Forever. That's a long time to live with guilt. Especially when the guilt reoccurs. The worst part is, when she comes back, I find it hard to stay away from her. Her young life is taken from her so suddenly, and the worst part is, she doesn't even expect it. Her soul comes back, innocent and clueless. She trusts me, and I destroy that trust.

But her soul is too drawn to mine to even know that the monster inside me will eventually destroy her. . .And that she'll keep coming back.

I begin to think of how sweet her blood is. Every time I taste it, slowly draining her, I crave more of it. And when the monster, satisfied, goes back into its shell, I realize what I've done. . .And that I can't fix it, but that I must wait 36 years before she comes back. . .just to destroy her innocence over and over again.

The thought of her blood brings the monster out in me. My throat begins to feel tight. Like someone tied a knot in it. Then the burning begins. Like acid. My throat completely on fire.

My teeth begin to sharpen, and the venom in my mouth starts to add up, like when you're about to throw up. Your saliva thickens and it begins to fill up your mouth. That's what the venom was doing. Preparing my body for the sweet blood that the monster to desperately craved.

The blood that wasn't there.

Because she wasn't there. I fight the monster back, and my tongue absently runs along my teeth to make sure the fangs had disappeared.

It was amazing, the effect she had on me. My body. The monster within.

I knew she'd be back soon. I had visions of it. Yes, some of us vampires are lucky enough to acquire certain skills—so Twilight got that much right. I couldn't technically see her face in the visions. Just the moments we'd have together. . .

The moments we'd have together before I killed her. Would it ever end?

A/N: Prefaces are always short, so hopefully this had piqued your interest? :) Let me know what you think! I'll put up a new chapter Friday! So, Happy (Early) Thanksgiving my American readers! (And others who celebrate Thanksgiving!) Hopefully you have a good holiday! Hopefully you're all looking forward to another chapter and I'll be posting back to Fanfiction real soon!