This is actually a Vampyre roleplay I did on Neopets with an old friend, xxfallenbymercyxx. It actually has nothing to do with Underworld, and it's not really a "fan" fiction... Just a story. :) I hope that isn't a problem.

Khain belongs entirely to her, and Raeryan (man, I had to scroll down and find that name to remember it... It's been a while since I've roleplayed with her) belongs entirely to me. 'Nough said.

Hope you enjoy it!

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Walking from a beaten-down bookshop was a young man. Silently walking towards no certain direction, the man smiled dimly. He was fairly tall, about a little over six feet. His copper tone hair rustled lightly in the wind, which blew past him from the west. His hair came a little ways past his chin, and it was shaggy-like, delicately curling slightly at the tips. Pools of a warm brown scanned the streets for an adventure, a hint of green flecked in his eyes. His left brow was pierced, a small barbell stuck out from his paled skin, it glittered in the pale luminous moonlight.

With a body of feminine qualities, he stood out a little from the others that roamed the streets at this late hour. Covering his torso was a rather tight hot pink shirt, rimmed black at the collar and sleeves. Hugging his slender waist was a pair of black leather pants, stretched tightly across his slim thighs and legs. His long willowy arms were inhumanly pale, and were lightly decorated; on his upper right arm was a tattoo of a small decorative black cross with old English writing below it, "Immortal Forever". His wrists were adorned with silver bracelets and black bands. The young man vaguely smiled, lips twisted in a sort of smirk. It was an awkward smile, as it was hiding a dark secret underneath.

He sighed and looked up at the moon, eyes glittering with slight fascination. He pulled from his back pocket a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one from the slightly crushed pack and quickly lit it. Small amber ashes formed at the end as he slowly took a deep drag from it. His eyes were closed dimly and slowly he reopened them. He held it in his two forefingers, rather girlishly, and exhaled the fumes of smoke. He crammed the pack back into his pocket and resumed back to wandering the streets. He was in the mood to hunt, to find an easy meal, that is. He brushed away a lone strand of auburn hair from his eyesight and his upper lip curled for a short moment, revealing a set of ivory fangs.

He frowned again as he saw that there was a group of teens. Usually this sight would have pleased him, giving him an easy meal. But this group was different; they were the 'impersonators' of his own kind. Wearing gothic-like forms of clothing and wearing colored contacts, with heavy eye-liner, they also had drunk pints of blood, and sometimes each others. It disgusted him, making him shudder with distaste. He eyed them furiously as he passed by. "It would do them some good to get some colors on," he muttered under his breath, and smiling afterwards. He passed them, and kept to himself, eyeing the sights vaguely with mild interest.

A solemn and dark girl stood with her back against an old brick building. Her long, straight hair was the color of ebony stone, as were her eyes and fingernails. She wore a dark gray tee that bore the text, "Harm None…Thy Will Be Not Done". She also wore a pair of stretchy Levi's, accompanied with a studded black belt. She wore a black sports jacket; the sleeves were lined with white. She also wore pink Converse sneakers. She looked around hazily, surveying the dark streets. The girl's eyes, which were outlined in thick black eyeliner, touched upon an odd young man walking down the street. Her eyes instantly flashed with interest. She moistened her lips, coated with black lipstick, for they were beginning to dry after being in the chill night air.

Khain's eyes took away from them for a moment, scanning the streets for any livable breathing blood-running mortal that he might take to his own. Nothing. Nothing yet, at least. He took another drag from his cigarette before discarding it into the nearest trashcan, a fair few feet away, and score. He smiled dimly and then saw a girl of young age. Strange, he thought, that parents let the innocent out so late.

The girl was about 16 years of age, and her parents didn't really give a crap if she was out late. It quite pleased them, actually. They didn't like her, as far as she was concerned, and yet gave her anything she desired, just to send her on her way, whether it was out the door or up to her room. She noticed the young man, or so he seemed, eyeing her, and stood up from her leaning position.

Khain grinned, his fangs shown for a moment. But then his shoulders slumped. "But there are so many to choose from..." he said while his gaze shifted to a male mortal who seemed to have written something, and then back to the teenage mortal. His hunger gripped him. He softly moaned an unsatisfied moan and then smiled. "It'll be much fun tonight though, I have to admit. Children are tasty..."

The girl sighed. The night was almost silent, and she felt bored. Suddenly emotion overtook her. Although she didn't particularly like her parents, the feeling was mutual, she wished they did not. She sunk to the ground and hid her face between her knees, holding her legs with her hands as a tear or two rolled down her cheek. 'Good thing I bought the non-blurring eye-liner,' her non-caring side thought.

He stood there a moment and then again noticed the teenage girl with interest. Yes, she was young and sweet, but then again, she had that look. He noticed her tears. He walked over and stood looking over her. His eyes showed pure delight as he sensed her emotion, easier for him. He knelt beside her, his hand his hand rested on his crooked knee. "Are you alright, love?" he asked with the false sympathy sound in his voice.

The girl started as she heard a quiet voice speak close to her. She looked up, her eyes sore and her face a little damp, but not much else. "Fine... fine..." she looked solemnly out into the street directly in front of her. A man next to her, a 16-year-old girl, at night, did not bother her. She was used to this attention. Then she noticed something. He had no heartbeat.

Khain's face seemed to show more sympathy that he could muster. "Aw, but surely there must be something wrong," he said while studying her closer. "It's not every night you see someone who is shedding tears and just 'fine'. You can tell me..." he assured her and then smiled politely, still concealing his fangs.

Ever since a few nights ago, she could sense heartbeats all around her as she walked down the dark streets. The constant sound of "ba da, ba da, ba da" in her head. She heard nothing from this man. She turned to look at him with an odd eye. "Are you aware that you have no heartbeat?" she said openly.

Khain paused, to her response. She had noticed he had no heartbeat. His brow raised and then he smiled. "Only when I'm around such a pretty girl like yourself," he said and then laughed, warmly, not cruelly as he would have done before.

The girl smiled weakly. She was unsure about him, but his charm weakened her conscience. "I feel like my parents hate me," she said plainly. "They give me everything, but never say 'I love you', or even give me a hug." Her eyes began to well up again, and she wiped one on a sleeve of her jacket. "But who cares about that sissy crap," she said sharply.

He nodded understandingly to her words about her parents, his eyes glowing with false understanding. "I don't understand how they cannot love you," he said, almost in truth, for he was very much in love with all mortals. He brushed away her tears lightly, his fingers barely touching her skin.

The girl shuddered, and she reached out, grasping his hand. "You're so cold..." she said, her voice drifting off. She looked at his skin thoughtfully. Was it the moonlight, or was he awfully pale? Then again...hers was as well. She looked up into his brown eyes.

Khain watched as she grasped his hand. He knew he was brilliantly cold, he felt it himself. "But you're also very warm," he added. He looked into her eyes also, feeling her uneasiness. He smiled warmly, and then laughed a little, the bare tips of his fangs revealed for a second.

The girl had seen his fangs. She now realized what he was. She rolled away from him and stood up, her hands shaking. Her eyes widened in fear, for she knew what powers he contained. She had known friends who had encountered such creatures, and had never seen them again, most especially in broad daylight.

He knew she had seen his fangs. He smiled slightly and then looked behind him. He stood along with her, eyes flashing as he studied her again. "Don't be frightened, love," he said in a soft voice, though laughter was hinted in his voice.

The girl took a grip on herself. She looked him straight in the eyes. "Why should I not?" she said a bit shakily. "You could kill me here and now, if you wished." She sounded brave and horrified at the same time. But soon her trembling ceased and her stature grew. She felt a bit less frightened.

Khain laughed aloud, not mockingly, but he had admired her brave words. He stopped after a while, the smile still planted on his face, his eyes still gleaming delightedly. "I could, that's true," he said, walking nearer to her, brushing a stray strand of copper hair from his eyes. "But I haven't hurt you in any way, have I?" he asked, his voice pleasantly sweet.

The girl's voice spoke hardly above a whisper. "Who are you, and why do you taunt me so?" Her normal part wished to flee, knowing was he was...but another part of her was deeply drawn toward his charm, as this effect usually worked.

He smirked, his lips twisted humouredly to the right smartly. "I'm nothing of your real concern," he said slowly, but added, "but you can call me Khain." He smiled again. His head bowed slightly in addressing his name, and a late greeting and introduction. "Am I taunting you? I'm sorry if I have; such a horrendous thing for me to do!" he spoke with mild humor but with the casualness that usually angered some; for some it charmed. "Pray tell, what your name is?" he asked with a polite smile.

The girl smiled. "My name is not like others..." she said softly."My parents are a little...odd." She paused and rolled her eyes slightly. "My name is Raeryan. Please, just call me Rae..." She wondered why she was acting so nicely toward him. He really could kill her. But then she thought. Would he? "So," she said mockingly. "Are you going to drain my life source or slit my throat? Hm?"

Khain smiled as he saw her lighten up about him. He studied her for a bit. Most mortals would have run way before he ever got to this point. He laughed at her words. "I'll only taste you if you'll allow," he said with a slight teasing nature in his voice. He had never done things this way. Well, sometimes there needed to be change, and plus, the company wasn't so bad either.

"If it's any more exciting than my normal life," said Rae with a wry smile. "I'm game." She chuckled softly. "All I ever do is talk to people online and play computer games during the day, and come out here and sneak into clubs and get hit on at night. It's all an un-loved girl can do." She smiled, putting her hands on her hips.

He nodded. "The Dark Gift is exciting at times, when you know you can exceed in things which mortals could not even dream of, but then there is other side to that as well," he said with a frown. "But anyway, that doesn't seem so bad." His eyes raked her body, noticing her hands on her hips; a small smile appeared on his lips. His eyes slowly followed to meet hers.

"Not really, after six years of it," said Rae dully. "But what downsides could there possibly be that are worse than having no real friends or a family who loves you? At least, if I was like you...I'd have you as a friend." Rae looked down and around, for in what she had just said, she suddenly found it had made her uncomfortable.

"Well," he started, choosing careful words, he couldn't blow it again. "I guess you're right on some things. I'd never know, as my parents were murdered when I was seven, but that didn't affect me...much," he said with a smile. He laughed again so like him to make light of matters. He looked at her again hearing her words again and again. Like him? Friend? He paused his thoughts studying her again.

"I guess it wouldn't affect me at all if my parents were gone..." said Rae softly."Although," She paused. "I would have to go to an orphanage or a boarding house of some sort, and I could never live like that..." She noticed that Khain was looking at her again. "C'mon, don't start eyeing me like every other guy does. I'm ugly. That's what my parents say to me." She looked away.

He laughed. "I'd have taken the orphanage than being the servant boy to a dunce-headed nobleman," he scoffed and then smiled. He grinned as her words of him admiring came to him. "But how can I help but to? And you're not, you're parents are definitely old loo-las." He laughed again, his voice becoming less worried sounding and more like talking to another old friend. "You're beautiful, no matter what you parents say," he said with a smile.

Rae looked up at him at his words of saying she was beautiful. Her eyes sparkled with a deep feeling of thankfulness, for she hadn't heard those words sincerely spoken for as long as she could remember. Sure, she'd gotten cat-calls from passerbies, but those didn't mean anything to her. But bashfulness broke her gaze, and she looked down at the sidewalk, her cheeks blushing.

His gaze studied her again, this time leading him to her throat, his eyes fixated there for a moment, the flesh there before him as if on a platter. He shook his head quickly out of the thoughts. He smiled at her blushing. "Don't tell me that my words made you blush," he said with another teasing smile. "It's likely I haven't seen one of those in ages, more precisely in about a hundred years..."

Rae looked up at him. Suddenly, she found her mind tearing between many decisions. Why was she just standing here when she found him charming? She corrected herself: Hello, he's a vampire. But then, which would be better? To maybe escape their conversation and go home to a horribly boring life without love? Or should she perhaps...perhaps let him take her normal life...

Khain neither told her that he could hear the emotional thoughts in her mind; he couldn't read them very clearly, just the parts where she felt very emotional about. Still, he smiled again, looking at her with interest. She was so quiet now; it sort of unnerved him a bit. He considered things in mind. "Do you want it?" he asked in below a whisper. He hoped she knew what he meant.

Rae looked at him, her heart beating quickly now. She realized that he knew what she had been thinking about, and she knew there was no use in lying. Her very eyes seemed to tremble as she found extreme difficulty in speaking. She finally found the word and spoke hardly above a whisper. "Yes."

Khain gave a weak smile, knowing that she was eager to have it done, but frightened as all mortals would be if asked to be given the Dark Gift. He took an even step forwards, barely a foot apart, his hand reached out to touch her face, knowing his hands were unbearably cold.

Rae shuddered as a chill swept about her face, and she closed her eyes. She would surely scream and run if she had kept them open any longer. Thoughts ran through her mind, though she was sure Khain could read them. What would her parents think? Would they care? Then again, would she ever see them again? But none of these truly mattered to her.

He lightly kissed her cheek lovingly, his eyes half opened slits. The blood was inviting, he could admit. He had been waiting all night, well almost, for this. His fingers ran carelessly through the strands of her hair, his breath so near to her neck. He wondered if she would mind that she would live to see her family die while she lived on forever. He shook the thoughts away.

Rae smiled softly when he kissed her, and his caresses made a tear slide down her cheek. She hadn't felt love in her entire life. She whispered into his ear. "Please...just get it over with." She couldn't bear the emotion, as well as the cold.

He nodded as he slowly comprehended the words from her mouth. He opened his mouth wider, fangs emerged. He slowly broke through her flesh, her blood dripping wonderfully into his mouth and throat. He loved the taste of her nectar; he savored the taste and texture, the warmth and the moment. His arms wrapped around her waist in support and he drained her without much pain.

Although she only felt a slight pinch tingle throughout her body, the feeling of Khain biting down on her neck made Rae gasp. She reached around him as well, almost hanging on his back and neck as she felt the strength in her body ebb away. Her eyes were still closed, but even now her own heartbeat pulsed red underneath her eyelids. Her breath became staggered.

He took even gulps, the heart pulsing more blood to his lips. In his head he could hear her heartbeat fade, slowed, and then was just a soft whisper. He pulled back slowly, eyes studying the face of Rae.

Rae suddenly could hear her heartbeat no more. Though...she was still somewhat alive, she supposed. Darkness consumed her, but she could still feel and hear. She was almost unconscious, or in a coma.

"Rae," he said, he knew she could hear some. He adoringly brushed away the stray strands of hair from her face; his ear could no longer hear her heartbeat. He brushed away one of his own runaway strands of hair.

Rae suddenly broke out of unconsciousness at the sound of her name. She was looking into Khain's eyes. She stood up on her own, feeling a bit odd. Her skin was even paler than before, and it felt freezing to the touch. She felt her neck; there was no heartbeat. She suddenly knew that she could not go home. Rae looked almost helplessly into Khain's brown eyes.

He let her stand, his eyes studying her, reassuring himself that she was to be fine. He smiled grimly as he watched her study herself. Khain wondered if what he did was right. He gazed into her own eyes, seeing that she was helpless; she had no home that she could go back to. She was mortally all alone. 'But I am the only one that won't make her immortally alone...' thought Khain.

Khain's eyes never moved from Rae's body, his eyes seemed to fixate permanently onto her. He wasn't too sure of what to say; was it nervousness, or the fact that he was purely shocked himself? Who knew but him and even he wasn't too sure of that himself. He gulped unsteadily, too loud for his liking and stepped nearer to her, no longer would he ever hear her heartbeat in his ears. Still, he smiled.

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Ooooooh... Do I sense /chemistry? Oui. Next chapter:3