Author's Note:I got this idea after reading 'Behind Black Shades'by 'Chronic Sarcasm' she hinted at a Lupe and Nilsson pairing. I got to thinking about the two and realised they would make such an awesome couple. After all both are kind of aloof and serve Thierry. So here's my little one shot on the two of them realising they are meant to be. Nilsson had a camera, I don't know why but it just seems to go with the story, lol.

Disclaimer/Dedication:I own nobody, they are owned by the very talented LJ Smith. Who I'm sure we all envy ;) Dedicated to Bella Salvatore, (Yes I wanna kiss him, hehe) Jocelyn Angel, (Thankies) Incarnated Soul, (The tenses were supposed to be like that, sorry about that. I'll try but usually my one-shots are short.) And finally Tessadragon, (Thanks, I really appreciate that, great ego booster.)

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I slid my camera out of its leather case and stretched myself out on the hot, white sand. My feet ground against the searing grains, I flinched and then slowly bought my feet back down again. The sun was blazing down; it was torture to my powers but it was the only place I could get peace. The aroma of barbecued steak hung in the air, it was nauseating. I would have preferred the smell of the salt air and seaweed. I was fickle.

A fine cloud of white sand blew in my direction; I looked up to see a dark haired human howling with laughter on the deck. Beneath him, scrambling up on the beach was a scrawny looking kid with rusty coloured hair. Their arguing had overpowered the crashing waves from the ocean. I glanced past them; human kids are always inflicting pain on each other yet they call us monsters. We drink blood to survive, not to kill. They bully and torment each other for fun. I never understood human's... although once I had been one. My gaze drifted past the sheer, white net into the hotel lounge. There were deep red sofas, scuttling doormen and her... Lupe.

She was staring off into the distance. Daydreaming, her pencil pressed to a black book but immobile. I presumed it was her diary, because she never let me look at it. Her bronze hair spilt over her shoulders, the dark rings under her big amber eyes was clear even from this distance. The fight she had gotten in with werewolf trying to save Thierry's Soulmate had gotten her injured badly. Her lip was swollen with dried blood cased over the cut, her cheeks were a deep purple and her eyes a dark blue. To me she was beautiful. It was strange because I had never looked at her this way before.

No one would really notice her unless she said something in that blunt, detached tone. Even when she did only I and Thierry paid her mind. She had told me she used to be bubbly once, but the death of her parents had hit her hard. Thierry had saved her and that's why she went through so much to save his Soulmate. I tried to imagine her as a perky little kid, but it was hard. I've seen her genuinely smile only once or twice, her ambers eyes lit up when she did. She should do it often.

I brought up the camera and from my grey and white lens I pressed the button. She shifted on the couch and looked back down at her diary. I took another picture. She sighed and lit a cigarette; she's picked up a bad habit, though she hasn't showed signs to stop. I watched the white hazy smoke escape from lips. They were pink and looked soft, maybe they weren't even soft, maybe they were. I wanted to believe they were.

She sighed and turned her gaze towards the deck, we caught each other's eyes. She didn't look away and neither did I. I brought up my camera and took another picture. It was then she looked away. I watched her for a few more minutes and then finally stood up.

I strode across the hot sand, my feet burned so I quickened my pace. Climbing onto the hotel deck I walked past the dark haired human. He grinned at me before pouncing on the red haired kid. They have the same eyes. The two humans. They're brothers. I made my way inside, past the doorman to the couch. She looked up but didn't anything. Neither did I. Instead I placed my camera down. She stared at me confused and sceptically but still said nothing. I leaned in towards her face and pressed my lips against hers.

They weren't soft but I didn't care because I soon as our lips touched the world disappeared and sparks flew...

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I don't think they'd make the best couple but it works. Done! Please review and tell me what you think, constructive criticism is accepted but flames will be ignored. Hope you enjoyed!

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