Twilight Twenty-Five Round 8

by Melendine

My entry for round 8. I've now finished. The majority are slash, so if you don't like m/m love this probably isn't the story for you. No lemons. Disclaimer; SM owns the characters.

25. Prompt 7

The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #7
Pen Name: Melendine
Pairing/Character(s): Fred
Rating:T
Word Count:499

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Fred POV

I liked mist. It meant I could walk undetected with ease. There were always very few people, humans, around and no one spared a second glance at the man with a hoodie drawn up around his face. Try getting away with that in Arizona. Then again, people rarely saw me, even when I was acting human.

The pickings from the bar were too easy. I like to think of myself as the modern day Robin Hood. I stop hideous crimes and my reward is a meal. Win, win in my opinion.

But recently I'd been hearing about the Cullens, again. I had already ran away from a fight with them once before and I was planning on running away again. Ideally I'd leave North America but for me it was home and I was reluctant to leave familiar areas. That and I had heard about Italian vampires being royalty and that meant that Europe was off my radar.

But one thing that did pique my interest was that they were animal eaters. I had never considered eating animals because I didn't know it was a possibility. But I was tempted. Whilst humans were like the richest chocolate cake, chocolate cake got boring after a while.

As a result I ended up in the Denali national park, a place where there were plenty of animals and quite far away from Seattle. My original plan was to camp out in the woods as it would be nice to have a place to store my possessions that didn't require human contact.

It was because of the mist that I didn't notice the mansion until it was almost in front of me. There was no road access and barely even a path. The other unusual element of it was that it smelt of vampires. I had never heard of a vampire owning a house. Riley certainly just took whichever house was suitable.

As I had nothing better to do with my existence I decided to risk going in to the house. Whilst it smelt empty there was no guarantee that the owners wouldn't return and I doubt that they would look favourably upon a strange vampire camping out in the epitome of their territory.

They had a TV and internet, a luxury for a nomad like me. For the next week I was engrossed in catching up with all the latest news from the last 6 months. I even found my obituary.

Which is why I didn't notice the vampires returning, until it was too late. I was pinned by a blond women and despite employing my most powerful repulsion technique she wasn't budging.

I'd seen other vampires in this position before, it would be moments before I was killed. At least she is pretty was my last thought before my existence ended. And it did end, but my life began, because instead of ripping my head off my body she placed a soft, tender kiss on my lips and smiled.