"Let's swim to the moon, let's climb through the tide, you reach your hand to hold me, but I can't be your guide . . ." -The Doors

Moonlight Drive

It was located on a cliff overlooking the sea - it was shaped like half an oval, with rocks falling from the edge and the ocean waves crashing up onto the shore around it. During the day, there was the occasional boy or girl exploring the cliff or looking at the sea. But overall, hardly any children were ever allowed near the cliff because of the multiple accidents that had occurred there. Some children had fallen off of the cliff and fallen to their deaths, fallen into the ocean and the bodies were hardly ever found.

But at night, there were always cars parked up there, the windows fogged up with hot breath. It was declared a place for lovers to be, to escape from the real world with a view.

David pulled Rosalie along as they made their way toward the cliff, and she pulled her jacket around her arms to keep the cool air from freezing her.

"What are you going to show me?" Rosalie asked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Is something the matter?"

"I told you, I was going to tell you something. Just remember: no running, or bad things will come to you." Rosalie gulped and David smirked.

They passed lines of cars, David knocking on the trunks of each one they passed. The knot in Rosalie's stomach grew more and more as they walked on, past all the cars.

"Are . . . Are you going to . . ." David whipped around, and he whipped around so quickly that Rosalie nearly fell back. If not for the grip David put on her arms, she would have fallen onto her bottom. He glared down at her with such coldness that she was forced to flinch away.

"I don't do that," was all he said, and then turned around as if nothing happened. Rosalie felt a little relieved by that statement, and for some reason she could tell David wasn't lying.

David might have been an asshole, but that didn't mean he was that sick and twisted. Rosalie knew that, but she couldn't help herself from asking. She was never too sure.

"Is there any specific place we're heading to?" Rosalie asked after a moment of silence, watching as the line of cars started to thin out until there were hardly any.

"As a matter of fact, yes." He turned his head slightly to look at her, then turned back as they continued walking until they reached a red car separated from the others.

There wasn't anything different about the car from the others - it was the same model of at least five others there, it had fogged windows, and there were apparent giggles from a girl lingering in the air from the couple inside.

"Wait here," David said, and walked ahead of her. Rosalie stayed behind with her arms crossed, watching as David walked up to the car and scratched the trunk. She furrowed her eyebrows, watching as the giggling stopped and a young teenage Surfer-Nazi got out of the car.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled, walking straight up to David. Rosalie's arms went slack at her sides as she watched David's face shift and change, his eyebrow bones becoming bigger, sharp fangs growing, and his eyes going yellow with red around the rims. Rosalie felt her heart nearly stop and she stared at him, her breathing ragged and heavy.

A million thoughts ran through her head, but the main one was:

They were right.

The Surfer-Nazi's eyes went large and David lunged at him suddenly, biting right into the lipstick-covered skin of his neck. The boy let out a strangled noise and blood splurted into the air, landing on David's coat and onto the ground.

"David, stop!" Rosalie yelled, coming to her senses while watching him drain the boy of all of his blood. "Please . . . no, this isn't happening, this isn't happening!"

The other car door opened and Rosalie's heart sank as the boy's girlfriend jumped out, screaming as David dropped the dead Surfer-Nazi to the ground. He instantly quieted the girl down by draining her from the chest, right where the strap of her shirt was falling down. She gasped and gripped onto the back of David's jacket, and then her hands went slack and she fell to the ground in a bloody heap next to the other boy.

David then turned to Rosalie, his face shifting back into its normal shape and his eyes that chilling shade of blue once again. Rosalie stared right at him, her face going white and her eyes wide with fear.

"Stay away from me," she whispered, taking a few steps back as she caught sight of the blood dripping down his chin. "Don't come any closer."

"Rosalie."

"No!" She held out a hand to prevent him from coming any closer and David stopped, staring at her.

"I would have killed you by now if I was going to drink your blood," David said coolly, watching Rosalie with his intense eyes. Her lower lip trembled and she shook her head, looking at him.

"You . . . They were right."

"They don't seem so superstitious now, do they?"

"This isn't a joke!" Rosalie said, tears pricking her eyes as she shook her head. "God, this is murder!"

"I call it surviving, Rosalie." She shook her head again, shooting him an unbelieving look.

"I just want to go home. Take me home."

"I don't appreciate your tone." She stared at him.

"Please." David shrugged and led the way back to his motorbike, past all the cars with the unsuspecting teenagers lingering within.

She got onto his bike and David did, too, then started it and they took off. Rosalie was silent the whole ride, lost in her own thoughts as she pieced everything together.

How they always knew what she was thinking. Why everyone feared them. Why they were never seen during the day. How she could talk to them through her mind. It all made sense.

David drove them back into town, and dropped her off in front of her house.

"See you tomorrow night."

Rosalie didn't respond; instead, she went into the house quickly and silently, with her mind still dazed and frightened at what she'd witnessed.