A/N: I love this story. It's so much fun to write. Horror is my genre of choice. If I could write one thing for the rest of my life it would be horror. Thanks for all your awesome reviews and support. I know that stories like these don't usually get many reviews, so when I see that I'm racking in thirty to forty reviews a chapter that must mean I'm doing something good. Anyways, thanks a bunch and I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

"They said we'd never make it out of here alive
our wicked bodies melted right before their eyes
and everything you touch shall be destroyed
everything you love is crushed and broken…"
-Schoolyard Heroes Children of the Night

Children of the Night

"That's the rest of it," one of the crew men huffed as he lifted the drum set into the van. I closed the door after he was finished. "Thanks for helping me, Ms. Swan." He tipped his baseball hat down at me before walking off to drink with his friends.

"No problem," I whispered to myself before leaning on the trunk of the van. I was having a hard time recovering from the 'visit' I had last night. It was eerie knowing that not only did a vampire obsessed over me enough to sneak into my hotel room, he was having a hard time deciding whether or not he wanted to kill me. I was grateful to leave this all behind me. This was the first and last time that I would be here, the thought of sticking it out with James was much more comforting than staying here another night.

"Get the equipment out of the truck." James ordered the crew as he stalked towards me. I involuntarily moved my sore arm behind my back. James continued to stalk towards me – his jacket flowing behind him in the wind. "I talked to the owner – we're doing another set here tonight and an interview with a local station first thing tomorrow morning."

"But we're supposed to be heading to Florida tomorrow morning." I tried not yell at him. I was anxious to see my mom. She lived in Florida with her husband Phil. I haven't seen her in months and I missed spending time with her, she was my best friend.

"Well now we're not." His voice was mocking. "Now help the crew get the stuff out of the trunk before I stuff you in my coffin for the rest of the day." James stalked back into the studio his head jerking towards the minivan – telling the crew to get to work.

I wasn't sure if he was being serious about the coffin bit or if he was just trying to be funny, either way I wasn't about to find out. I grimaced as I turned around to the open the minivan again – pulling on the first object that I could carry on my own.

"They said we'd never make it out of here alive." One of the crew members started to sing under his breath as he joined me in unloading the trunk. I let out a low groan before stalking back into the studio a snare drum in my hand.

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I lay silently in my bed – pretending to be asleep. If the vampire was coming to visit me, I didn't want him to know that I was awake. The concert tonight did better than the concert last night – there were more fans and less protestors and I only fell twice. Over all it was looking like it was going to be a great night. I started to relax as time passed by. I tried to convince myself that he wasn't coming and last night was only a nightmare. My eyelids were starting to feel heavy as I snuggled closer into the unfamiliar sheets and pillows.

"You're a horrible actress." A familiar voice came from beside me. My eyes shot open and my heart quickened. "I would say that I'm sorry for waking you, but since you weren't asleep, I'm afraid that apology would have no true purpose other than me being polite."

"It's rude to sneak into people's hotel rooms without their permission." I added softly afraid to speak any louder than a whisper.

"That it is," the voice agreed with me. "Do you mind if I turn on the light? I find it much more comforting to see the person that I'm speaking with." The body attached to the familiar voice didn't wait for an answer. The familiar click of the lamp switch echoed through the room before lighted flooded my eyes. I quickly closed my eyes and flinched away.

A low chuckle came from beside me. "And here I thought only vampires flinched away from the light."

The joke was stupid and not very funny, but I couldn't help but feel the familiar tug on my lips. I smiled to myself as I rolled over to where the voice was, opening my eyes slowly so the bright light wouldn't sting as badly. I blinked a few times before my vision cleared and I could see the intruder.

He was sitting on a chair that he pushed next to my bed. His leg was crossed over the other as he stared down at me – his already light topaz somehow seemed to be lighter as they shined down at me. He was wearing a tan turtle neck sweater with light blue jeans. I couldn't help but to let my smile grow. He looked so normal, sitting on his chair, smiling down at me.

"You kept your word." I whispered – the smile unable to disappear from my face. Not that I would ever admit this to myself, but a small part of me, a very tiny fracture of what you would consider to be small, wanted him to come back, just to make sure that he was real and that I wasn't going crazy.

The vampire frowned at me. "I kept a lot of words, but which ones were you referring to?" His voice was light with curiosity.

"You said that you would come back and you did." I reminded him as I pulled myself up into sitting position.

The vampire continued to frown. "Did you not expect me to come?"

I shook my head. The vampire was quiet. I decided to take advantage of this to ask him a question. "Do you always talk so formal?" I asked his maturity was taking stabs at my self esteem.

The vampire blinked before his lips twisted into a smile. "I sound formal?" He made it a question.

I nodded. "You're old, but you can't honestly be that old."

His smile grew as he leaned back in his chair. "How old do you think I am my little siren?" He asked.

I flinched at his nickname for me. "The day you were changed or how long you've been around?" I asked – trying to stall his question.

"Both," the vampire smiled.

I sighed. "You were 18 when you were changed," I guessed. "And you were born in the early 1900's." I guessed again.

"Close," the vampire smiled at me again. "I was 17 when I was changed and I was born in 1901 – so I was changed1918." He grinned at me.

"I was close."I whispered – grateful that I wasn't off by too much.

"That you were my little siren that you were." He pulled his leg off of his knee and leaned forward. I scooted back on impulse. His eyes narrowed at me. "You seem much more comfortable around me than you were last night." He observed.

"You seem less moody than you were last night," I shot back.

He smiled at me before he leaned back in his chair. "Are you not afraid of me anymore?" He asked, pulling his leg onto his knee again.

"No," I answered truthfully. "I'm still terrified of you. I just figured if you were going to kill me you would have done it by now." He was quiet. I decided to take advantage of his silence to ask another question. "Do you mind if I ask you what your name is?"

He blinked. "You don't know my name?" He asked.

I shook my head. "No."

He blinked again. "It's Edward," he grabbed my hand that was poking out from under my blanket and gave it a light kiss. "Edward Cullen."

My eyes widened. "One of the girls in my old school told me that she was going to marry you one day." I blurted out. My thoughts were running too fast from the small kiss that he gave me on my hand. I didn't realize that I had said anything until after he broke out into a small fit of laughter. I closed my eyes and smacked the front of my hand onto my forehead. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I mumbled lightly to myself.

End Chapter.

A/N: Not an eventful chapter but I got it out none the less. Go me! The next chapter will be awesome! Promise. Leave love and I promise to update Sex and Vampires (and maybe Coffin of Love) tomorrow.

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