Hey guys...I'm actually back XD Hope you haven't deleted my story from your subscriptions :P Please forgive me for not writing.

Also...everyone knows I don't own Twilight.

Kira's POV

I woke up in a bed not mine, in a home not mine, in a body that was a better version of mine. I looked at the arms around my waist and the memories came flooding back.

"Did someone have a good sleep?" said a voice next to me. I turned to Tobey, noticing that we were very close in proximity but not moving.

"Yes," I said carefully. "Have you been awake this whole time?"

"I don't sleep ," he replied wryly. "No vampire does."

I frowned. "But I-" I started. He didn't give me time to finish.

"I know," he sighed. "You're strange." He chuckled. "That's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Oh," I replied, for lack of something better to say. He smiled, pulling me close. I smiled, enjoying the closeness. "Tobey?" I asked.

"Yes, la mia?" he said into my ear. I shivered and he chuckled.

"Tell me about your life so far," I said, staring up at the ceiling instead of choosing to look at the gorgeous vampire next to me.

Tobey was quiet. "Meaningless," he said finally. "It has been spent slaughtering innocent people. I'm not going to sugarcoat it."

I winced. "Vampires?" I asked. "Or humans?"

"I swore to kill my creator," he said vehemently. "But it hasn't happened yet. And only a few vampires. But mostly humans, yes."

I cautiously turned around to look at him. I was nose-to-nose with the gorgeous, crimson-eyed, brooding vampire, and I fought to stifle a gasp. He smirked humorlessly. "I am more of a monster than you will ever be," he said, inches away from my lips.

I drew in a shaky breath. "I beg to differ," I said softly, closing my eyes. He nuzzled my cheek with his nose and I shuddered.

Tobey's POV

I hated not telling her things. It wasn't lying, persay, more not telling her the whole story. Until I said I wasn't going to sugarcoat it. That was lying. I had sugarcoated it. I was so close to kissing her. I wasn't going to tell her I slept with the girls before killing them. There was no way. Especially since she was in my arms.

She winced at my comment. Ah, no! That couldn't have scared her off in itself, could it? Was I overanalyzing things? "Vampires?" she asked in that small voice that so befitted her. "Or humans?"

My eyes darkened. I fought to keep my voice level in order to not scare the childlike woman. "I swore to kill my creator," I said, practically spat. Why? Because he ruined my life, forced me to drink the blod of beautiful women, to be a murderer, and to live the cold-hearted life I was living currently. "But it hasn't happened yet." I realized I was supposed to answer her question. "And only a few vampires." I hesitated, thinking about the girls that had almost become my mate. They cheated. I killed them. "But mostly humans, yes." I knelt down to her head to smell that wild flavor of honeysuckle, the fabric softener smell slowly fading.

She turned around to face me. I'd been caught. I tried not to have a guilty school boy expression on my face. I was even more surprised she didn't move, being the coy female she was. Her crimson eyes widened slightly at our closeness and I tried to smile. I think I failed. I resisted the urge to kiss her. "I am more of a monster than you'll ever be," I whispered, drunk with her scent.

She gasped a little, inhaled, and said breathlessly, "I beg to differ." I knelt closer, wanting to kiss her but chose to nuzzle her cheek instead.

"Is this too fast?" I asked softly, my nose brushing her ear. She shuddered, only shaking her head. I kissed her cheek gently before moving my lips to hers. I laugh as I write this, but the mere….absurdity of it…there were fireworks. Real, legit fireworks going through my head, from my lips, and spreading to my fingertips, spreading everywhere. That one innocent kiss was turning into something a lot deadlier.

Kira's POV

He kissed me, and I felt a strange emotion. I'd never been kissed before, I wasn't bad looking, or a prude, or anything. I just tended to…shy away from boys. But I wasn't shying away from this one. I wanted to please him, to make him happy, and if he was feeling the exact same thing I was feeling, I knew what he wanted. It didn't occur to me to sleep with a man I had met yesterday was considered trashy. I felt like I'd known him for years. All of the sexual tension had been building up for what seemed like ages. He broke the kiss first, before it got too steamy.

"Whoa…" was all he said. He was looking at me, an unidentifiable expression on his face.

"Yeah," I replied softly. "Whoa…" I looked up uncertainly. Did he like it? Did he want more? Was I turning into a slut? A kiss after a day? I stifled the horrified squeak that tried to come out by clapping a hand over my mouth. "I have to go…change."

"I have a few outfits that may fit you," Tobey replied amusedly, pointing to the walk-in closet. I disappeared inside there, sinking to the floor. What if he had a girlfriend, or a wife? Was I a slut, for kissing him like that? I didn't even have any experience! I think I may have been hyperventilating. Finally, I looked up at the rows of clothing he had, no doubt, over centuries, collected. I saw about a fifth of the clothing was women's, which worried me. Was he taken?

I ran my hand over a tight little dress that definitely wasn't my style, although my size. "Oh dear," I whispered. I looked through. Every thin was definitely belonging- or had belonged to- a girl with confidence, with no qualms about showing some skin. Finally, I found an outfit with skinny jeans, a purple tank top and a purple and pink scarf, paired with some Toms. I walked out.

Tobey was still sitting on the bed, an amused expression on his face. "Have some trouble, did we?"

"Are you taken? Do you have a girlfriend? Should I have not kissed you?" The questions spilled out before I could stop them. I looked at him sheepishly.

He chuckled, looking mildly surprised. "First of all, Kira, I kissed you, not the other way around, and therefore the other questions don't really apply. I will answer them anyway." He walked slowly up to me, tilting my chin up. "I am not taken. The clothes are from a previous girlfriend. I haven't the heart to get rid of them."

"Why did she leave?" I whispered, looking up into his eyes.

His expression darkened. "She didn't. She was killed." There was another unidentifiable expression on his face.

"Oh," I said softly. "I'm sorry."

He withdrew his hand from my chin. "Don't be." He looked towards the closet, still having that peculiar expression on his face. "How are you feeling?"

I remembered the past events and swallowed painfully, feeling like my stomach was rising in my throat. I dropped to the floor with a strangled cry. "My family…" I sobbed.

Tobey stared at me, surprised for a second. Concern, a voice whispered into my ear. I started crying harder, convinced that I was going crazy. Tobey knelt beside me, cradling me and speaking in Italian to me. Worry. Concern. Worry. There was the voice again. It wasn't bad, really, but it wasn't good either. It was eery, was the only way to describe it. I shook my head. "No, make it stop! Make it stop! No!" I shrieked and Tobey held me closer. The voices swirled in my head, too clustered for me even to think straight. The doorbell ran and Tobey's attention snapped to the door. The voices went from many to only a few. I gasped. Tobey stood up.

"Only the mailman," he said. "Or UPS man. Whatever." He went to the door, opening it and picking up the brown package, turning it over in his hands. "That's odd. There's nothing on here, not even our address." I looked up at the word our. What did he mean by our address? Was I to stay here with him?

R & R 3 Thanks for reading ^_^