So, the only real vampire knowledge I have is from my pre-teen Twilight obsession the indie film, "Only lovers left alive"- my werewolf knowledge is even worse- but I just thought this ship was begging for a good vampire/werewolf fic. So. here's the first chapter. Hope you enjoy :)

If Effie's heart was functioning, she was sure it would be beating wildly in her chest. As it was, an angry hord of butterflies was currently swarming in her stomach. The mixture of excitement and nervousness was overwhelming, but she forced herself to remain calm.
After making a name for herself in the modelling world, Effie was finally offered a job as escort for District Twelve. Today was her first reaping day and she wanted it to go perfectly.

The train finally stopped at the station. Before exiting the train, she decided to take on last look in the mirror of her dressing table. Thanking God for the hundredth time the myth Vampires could not see their own reflection was just that. As predicted, she looked fabulous. The new dress was light pink with white polka dots- both of which were the lastest fashion. A piece of lace fabric connected the collar to the rest of the dress, and a white satin belt was tied around her waist. The look was finished with a red wig, which also happened to be the latest fashion.

Honestly, Effie didn't need to look to know she was beautiful. It was one of the perks of being a Vampire. Her pale skin was flawless and smooth as marble, her features were almost angelic- not to mention the body she had worked so hard for before her transformation. The eyes were a bit of a concern. They were crimson red, which was common in the Capitol, but wolves were not accustomed to it. What would her victor think? Afterall, they were the eyes of a predator.

Satisfied, the escort exited the train onto the small platform. It was practically abandoned save for the balding, middle aged man wearing a suit and a large jacket. Mayor Undersee, she supposed. Pushing her nerves aside, Effie reminded herself of her mother's mantra, Eyes Bright, Chins Up, Smiles On.

"You must be the Mayor," She held out her hand for him to shake. He took it and immediately winced at her ice cold grip. His was burning.

"And you must be the new escort."

If possible, her smile got even brighter, "Effie Trinket."

"It's lovely to meet you, Ms Trinket." For some reason the sentiment sounded false.

The Mayor led her through the district to Victor's Village where the mentor would be waiting for her. As they walked, Effie saw for the first time the real poverty twelve faced. Scrawny children dressed in baggy, frayed clothes were lining up to enter their names, and every few feet there was someone was sat on the street begging for money. She wondered why the children looked so miserable- though that might be down to their dreadful fashion sense- and why their parents held them close as she walked by, glaring at her as though she were their worst enemy.

Perhaps they thought she was going to bite them if they came too close. Incidents had happened before, but that was why they only let the most self restrained vampires be escorts. Effie was nothing if not refind and, aside from one incident when she had first turned, only ever drank from blood bags. The temptation was there, of course, but in Twelve the stench of dog was strong enough to mask the more appealing smell of blood. So there was practically no danger of Effie suddenly deciding to kill a small child.

Ignoring the strange behaviour of the district people, the escort kept smiling and nodding to whatever Mayor Undersee was droning about until they got to the gates of Victors Village. It was rather a disappointment. She had been expecting something with a little more flair, but while the houses were certainly more grand than anything they had in twelve, they were just as drab as the rest of the district.

"I must warn you, Haymitch Abernathy is a difficult man. He's a drunk- and a cruel one at that."

"So I've heard." She had been told stories from his previous escorts, and the media wasn't exactly friendly to him yet it was hard to reconcile the man from those stories and the charming, young victor who had stolen her heart so many years ago.

"All the previous escorts have tried to work with him. They were lucky if they lasted the season. I'm not expecting you to do any better, all I ask is that you look after those children."

"Mayor Undersee, forgive me, but I have never failed at anything in my entire life and I do not intend to start now. I will bring glory to twelve. I promise you."

He still didn't seem convinced, but he nodded anyway and opened the gates. "Do you want me to come with you or..."

Something told her he was only being polite so she shook her head. "That will be quite alright, thank you. I'm sure I can handle it."

The Mayor nodded again. "Alright, well I'll see you at the Reaping then."

With that, she was left alone.

It was easy to decipher which house belonged to Mr Abernathy. It was the only house with the curtains open and a couple of lights on. Effie knocked on the door, careful to keep the bright smile on her face. There was no answer. She waited a couple of minutes. Then knocked again. No answer.

With a huff, the escort approached the window, wrinkling her nose at the dirty glass. But Abernathy was no where to be seen. Returning to the door, Effie deliberated. On the one hand, it was incredibly rude to walk into ones house uninvited, but on the other there was a very tight schedule tomorrow and there was nothing worse than breaking schedule. It took no effort to break the door open. Another perk of being a member of the undead. She felt a little guilty, but she would make sure to pay for the repairs.

The stench that hit her when she entered made her regret flinging the door open. Werewolves were known for their unpleasant scent, but this was something else entirely. The house smelled of wet dog, sweat, and alcohol. She stopped breathing.

That was until she heard loud footsteps hurrying towards her. And there he was; Haymitch Abernathy in all his glory. He was certainly handsome in a scruffy, unkempt kind of way. He was tall and strong with beautiful grey eyes, but he badly needed a shave and his hair was far too long.

"What the fuck?!" The man shouted glaring angrily. He was wearing nothibg but sweatpants, and was holding a baseball bat above his head. She struggled to tear her eyes away from his firm chest- and the large scar running across it.

"Mr. Abernathy!" I ignored his defensive stance, "It is lovely to meet you."

Haymitch had lowered the bat, but he still looked ready to pounce. It was clear he had no idea who she was.

"I am your new escort." She clarified. He relaxed slightly at that, dropping the bat on the floor.

"So, is breaking and entering customary now for you bloodsuckers? Or did they just send me a nutjob?"

Effie had never been spoken to with such hostility in her life. Nevermind those awful names. It hurt coming from someone she had idolised so much as a child. Refusing to let him see, she only glared back at him.

"My name is Effie Trinket." She said through clenched teeth, " and I apologise for the door, but it is incredibly rude not to answer the door when someone knocks."

Haymitch raised his eyebrow, "'Cause knocking the door down is polite?"

"I already apologised for that. You have yet to explain why you did not answer, and, for that matter, why you are not showered and dressed when the Reaping is in less than half an hour."

"I didn't hear you knock." He explained with a shrug. Effie didn't believe him.

"Liar. I am well aware we both share the gift of sensitive hearing."

Haymitch rolled his eyes- such a rude gesture- and sighed, "fine. I was catching up on some beauty sleep. You happy now, Sweetheart?"

"Clearly it didn't do any good." Effie retorted, "Now, we don't have any time to waste. I want you showered, shaved, and dressed in ten minutes."

The mentor didn't move. He stood, staring as if she had suddenly grown two heads. Clearly he wasn't used to being ordered around. Well, he would have to get used to it.

"Chop, chop!" She clapped her hands together, "We have no time to waste!"

He must have decided it would be easier just to go along with her. So he disappeared up the stairs, leaving her to stand awkwardly in the kitchen. If it hadn't looked so dirty she might have sat down, instead she busied herself with tidying a couple of the empty bottles away.
When Haymitch finally reappeared, he was wearing a blue shirt that looked absolutely ancient. The pants were okay she supposed and he had shaved. The stubble that was left did things to her that she would never admit to. Not after this terrible meeting anyway.

She wrinked her nose, "Is that all you have?"

She wanted to insist he change his shirt but there was no time. They were already behind schedule as it was.

"If you think I'm changing, you've got another thing coming, Sweetheart."

"I am not your "Sweetheart"" Effie scowled. This man was infuriating.

He smirked, "Fine. I ain't changing, Princess."

"My name is Effie!"

"I prefer Princess. It suits you." For a moment, she was a little flattered until he continued, "you're a rich, spoiled brat."

Effie pouted, but otherwise ignored him. The walk to the stage carried on just like that with Haymitch making fun of her- mostly her clothes- and her matching his witty comments with her own clever remarks.

After the Mayor's speech, Effie took centre stage. It was the moment she had been waiting for, yet something was off. All eyes were on her just as she had planned, but rather than admiration, the crowd stared at her with the same mixture of fear and hatred she had sensed before. The air wasn't filled with excitement, but dread. However, Effie always knew how to make the best out of a bad situation, and so she smiled her brightest smile and made her speech, introducing the video that would recount the history of Panem.

"Three hundred years ago today" The video began, "the mortal creatures of Panem rose up against their leaders- the generous immortals, who fed them and protected them. Death... Orphans... Poverty... Childless Mothers... then came peace. Those who chose to rise against us were defeated and our country was born again. But all Freedom comes with a cost. And so, a new law was implemented. Each year, every district of Panem would offer up one girl and one boy in tribute to fight to the death as we honour their courage and sacrifice. The lone victor will be bathed in riches and will serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness. This is how we remember our past. This is how we safeguard our future."

Effie knew the speech by heart, but she still listened to every word. There was something about the President's voice that was just so mesmerising. Once it was finished she clapped her hands together.

"I just love that!" She exclaimed, though it appeared the audience didn't share her sentiments. She had chosen to ignore their strange behaviour.

"Now, it is time to select one brave young man and woman to represent District twelve in the 60th annual Hunger Games! Ladies first."
The escort turned to the bowl on her left and dipped her hand in the bowl. She rummaged around for a second before picking up one of the small slips of paper. She returned to the mic and unfolded the paper.

"Edythe Carlisle!"

The girl was a scrawny sixteen year old, whose red hair shone in the bright sun. Walking to the stage she looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Now for the boys."

Going through the same motions Effie picked out a slip of paper and read the name.

"Cole Sanderson!"

The boy was only thirteen and her heart broke when she saw him. He was small for his age with big, blue eyes that were filling with tears. She didn't understand why he was crying or where the sudden sadness that washed over her was coming from. The Games were supposed to be fun.

When the boy reached the stage, she clasped both the children's hands in hers and lifted them. "We have our tributes!"

And that was the start of the long and winding road to victory.

Thoughts?