Sorry! I know it's been a while, but I won't bore you with lame ass excuses. Beforehand I'd like to point out again that vampires have different characteristics than SM's twilight ones, if you get confused I'm happy to answer questions about that.

All characters belong to a certain lucky someone who managed to dream up the hotness that is Edward Cullen and Jacob Black...lucky chick

Chapter 2

I watched the houses fly in monotone coloured blurs, despite the fact I wasn't really even looking, they weren't truly blurs but perfectly defined and detailed to my 'enhanced' eyes. I caught every cob web, each speck of dirt, all the shadows in my sight. I sighed it wasn't as interesting as one may think.

I focused my thoughts. I was heading towards the hunters house in a old, run-down bus, I didn't know much about him, the hunter. Being a vampire I imagined I wouldn't really have time to ask any personal questions, simply because of the dilemma caused by having my head chopped of and rolling about on the floor before I could get into a real deep and meaningful chat.

I pursed my lips, I was hungry. I grimaced I had horrible timing, the bus was packed as were the people. Packed full of hot, pulsing blood, shit! I thought, I just drooled, well thats a loser move. I needed to feed, soon. I wanted to full energy for my doomsday mission.

I couldn't quite keep the cringe that crept across my mouth away, I knew what the feeling was. The one that twisted in my gut and inched throughout my body. Guilt. I'd always felt it, each time that familiar burn starched my throat, I always pushed it back it wasn't my fault. I didn't get a freakin' choice. Cliché or not, it was kill or be killed.

I sighed, pressed my lips tightly together and sat on my cold, pale hands. It was going to be a long bus ride.

I stepped out into the chilling air, glad to be off the bus from hell. I was seconds from sucking some stupid teenage boy who's blatant checking me out was starting to piss me off, I settled for a cold, murderous glare. I think he pissed himself. Loser.

Now, reminded of my thirst, I went hunting. For most vamps finding prey is easy

Step 1: find stupid human (not hard)

Step 2: In true vampire fashion suck their blood and kill 'em

For me however the process took hours.

Every time I thought I picked someone thoughts of their families and friends and lives spread like a plague through my head and I'd have to let them continue on with whatever the hell they were doing.

By the time I finished the black blanket that had laid silencing all of Seattle had begun to lift and steaks of bright colour stretched along the sky, lighting up everything with a gentle morning glow. It seemed out of place, or was it just me. Regardless I stomped down an alley towards the address I was given. I grumbled under my breath, the hunter. GOD!

I had been reassured he was away but I couldn't help the tingle of fear that ran straight to my lifeless bones. Cullen. Thats all I really knew, his name was Carlisle Cullen and he could take down vampires like a motherfu-

I stopped myself, no, the last thing I should be thinking about is how the hunter could turn me to dust before I could say 'I vant to suck vour blooood' I took a deep, albeit unnecessary, breath.

I was ready to sneak into the house of the predator of predators (thats me.) I was hopeful that if I succeeded I might get some time off, away from the vampire politics and viciousness of the vampire lifestyle. Maybe I'd go see my family, see Alice my sister...

I didn't have time to dwell, I was outside the house which was really a flashy apartment. I took out the paper that read the address then the number 13. Floor 13, dammit! I tried not to take that as an omen.

I walked up to the huge door, it was locked. I was contemplating how I'd break in when a unfamiliar voice broke my musings

"Need to get it" it inquired

I turned to come face to face with a tall boy who looked about 18, he was pale but not sickly so like me, he had brownish-red hair like copper and deep green eyes. He smiled kindly.

"Yea..." I didn't say anymore not really wanting to draw attention to myself. He reached passed, unlocking the door with a solid clunk opening it for me as I shuffled in. Looking up in time to see a giant mirror, I reacted quickly jumping out of the way of it's reflection. It would be a dead give away, it's not that I don't have a reflection, I do. It just isn't 'constant' it flickers, shimmers almost like a hologram. Either way not exactly normal.

I turned to look at the boy, to see if he noticed, I doubted he would. Humans aren't exactly observant. I met his gazing eyes, a brief flash of emotion filled his eyes but disappeared quickly. I muttered a thank-you a raced off to an elevator.

I stood in the small space alone humming the Mission Impossible theme, I thought it was fitting. The doors dinged cheerfully and I stepped out into a corridor sort of space. Standing in front of a big-ass double door.

Something was seriously wrong, if I was alive my heart would be beating a mile a minute. The doors were cracked open, someone had to be inside, my mind raced.

I hardly had time before of was hit, hard. I fell, being tackled roughly. I didn't even really register what was happening. I felt a burning pain. Searing. Then I was being dragged abruptly and forcefully. I pulled and wretched trying in vain to get free, it was fruitless. I gave in, letting myself be dragged cringing in pain. I didn't want to give up but for now I gave in.

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